Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

A force lifted her up.

Su Mian instinctively grabbed his arm; his firm muscles made her quickly recognize him in the darkness.

The only person who could lift her up so high in the air is probably Wen Cisheng.

"I'm sorry, Director Xiao Ci."

A deep, husky, magnetic voice brushed past Su Mian's earlobe, causing her to tremble sensitively.

"Just now, I felt like you were a butterfly specimen pinned to a picture frame."

He chuckled softly, "So I enjoyed it a little longer."

……

What's so great about it?

He murmured to himself, and gently soothed her back with his large hand.

"You're here to see me?"

"Um."

Su Mian didn't really want to talk. She swung her legs, her mind somewhat scattered.

"This floor has been abandoned for a long time and was used to house many alien species abandoned by the upper floors."

Wen Cisheng carried Su Mian to the manual passage and explained to her softly.

Although Su Mian knew it was an act, she still felt strangely at ease.

"The one you just encountered was a water sponge. They like to stay in warm environments, but they are not dangerous."

He paused, then said, "Your body temperature is very high, so they like you very much."

Wen Cisheng was fine before he mentioned Su Mian, but as soon as he did, she felt that her body was no longer hot and her voice was no longer hoarse. She blinked and was pleasantly surprised.

"They feed on filth and live by absorbing water, and the moisture in the human body is also a good delicacy for them."

Su Mian: "So, I should thank them?"

Wen Cisheng lowered his eyes and murmured ambiguously, "That feeling was very comfortable?"

Su Mian was taken aback, and a hint of heat rose on her usually cool face. She turned her face away. "I didn't mean that."

Then, realizing something was wrong, he added with a stern face, "It feels uncomfortable, like ants are crawling all over my body, like mosquitoes are biting me, like a dog..."

"puff……"

A short laugh interrupted the girl's feigned seriousness. "I like this mood."

This was the first time Wen Cisheng had come into close contact with this emotion. He didn't know how to describe it; it carried a fresh warmth and a clear data paradox.

He used to think, like those DMs, that this was just an abnormal fluctuation in a human being, insignificant to them who controlled infinite worlds.

He now believes he has seen through the human emotional system.

But at this moment, I am still caught in a dilemma between "please see through me" and "please don't see through me".

Which one is it?

Wen Cisheng's gaze swept over the girl's sweaty face.

His somber expression made one wonder about the infinite possibilities that lay within it.

He wasn't in a hurry to find the answer.

The unique charm of consciousness lies in this, which intrigued and excited him.

"Director Xiao Ci..."

Wen Cisheng called softly, watching her reaction after hearing her nickname.

His breathing would pause slightly, and although his facial expression remained unchanged, his eyes looked incredibly awkward.

This is one of the reasons why he enjoys observing sleep patterns.

He likes it so much...

I love it so much.

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Because of the availability of mobile phones in this instance, the six players created a small group for easy communication.

Occasionally, photos related to clues would be shared in the group chat, and Su Tang sent a tearful emoji.

[A candy: a kitten crying.jpg]

[A Candy: Why am I on the night shift again today...?]

[Chen Mo: Me too, are you all?]

[Wang Zeyu: Yes, everyone should be careful; something might happen again tonight.]

Su Mian had just finished her routine inquiry with Wen Cisheng when her phone kept ringing. She was annoyed when she saw the messages.

To be honest, I didn't sleep well last night. I slept in the office for the first half of the night and in the hospital bed for the second half. There was even a brief incident where someone tried to jump off a building.

Although this game world is fairly decent, there are no strange tastes in the food and no ghosts suddenly appearing in your face while you sleep.

Otherwise, Su Mian, who suffers from neurasthenia and gastrointestinal problems, might really go crazy. She might not be scared to death by ghosts, but her body would be unable to bear the heavy load and she would die prematurely.

Su Mian didn't express her opinion in the group chat. Instead, she contacted Zhang Shuozhi privately to ask him who was registering the entry and exit records of the anatomy room last night.

[Entry and exit records? You need a card to enter, so no one checks registration; usually, people entering the dissection room register voluntarily.]

Give me the card tomorrow, I'll go in and take a look.

【ok】

Night fell without warning, a cold wind blew through the screen window, and moonlight shone on the ground through the blue windshield.

The patient, who was still asleep just a second ago, sat up without warning, and the blanket was slowly pulled back.

Their limbs were stiff, their feet touching the ground with a fragmented and eerie scraping sound, before they pushed open the door and went out.

Su Mian sat in her office, the light from the computer screen reflecting off her half-open eyes.

Exhaustion caused her consciousness to waver between lucidity and delirium.

A breeze slipped in through the crack in the door, causing the document pages to flutter gently.

Just as she was about to doze off, a snoring sound came from deep in the corridor.

She almost instinctively got up, stepped forward, and tentatively twisted the handle.

"Click."

The door was locked.

For some reason, Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

That fragile sense of security is like a paper wall; it can be blown away by just one more gust of wind.

She leaned against the table, contemplating the current situation, when her phone screen suddenly lit up.

[Zhou Ruochuan: I'm locked outside the medicine dispensing area, and there's a wheelchair banging against the door. Someone please help me!]

The entire passage was written without any punctuation, and his immense fear was palpable between the lines.

[Chen Mo: It seems everyone's in the same boat; the random level event in the dungeon has been triggered.]

[Wang Zeyu: Everyone stay where you are and don't move. Remain calm.]

"Random level event? What's that...?"

Su Mian murmured, a crackling sound of electricity coming from her mind, and 4399 woke up.

You can think of it as a mini-game interspersed occasionally in a murder mystery game.

[Random level events have a high probability of triggering; aside from beginner dungeons, almost all dungeons will trigger them more than once.]

The higher the event level, the lower the survival rate.

"What level of incident is this?"

Sorry, Mianmian, you do not have permission to view this at the moment.

"...What use are you?"

Su Mian was speechless for a moment. She moved closer to the bed and looked at the wheelchair.

It slammed the door harder, causing the blood-stained blanket on the wheelchair to fall to the ground.

[This is the 1200th outcast captured by the Infinite Murder Mystery Game – Gui Du Zi]

4399, seemingly not wanting to appear useless, added to Su Mian.

Su Mian almost instantly thought of the sluggish water on the eighteenth floor that afternoon.

This infinite flow world was even more vast than she had imagined, just like Earth, containing tens of thousands of species.

They possess a complete set of laws, but at the same time, their living conditions are more cruel and violent.

She even thought that these logically complete scripts, which had already appeared, were like a world that had long died, revived by the dreams and fears of countless people.