Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Click--"

A soft sound pulled her from her slumber, and she turned to find the source of the sound.

A huge red number was reflected on the curtains, indicating a countdown.

Realizing what might happen when the countdown ended, Su Mian's heart raced, and she began searching for useful information in the office.

【Mianmian, look out the window.】

Su Mian turned around and saw a note pasted on the window. She went closer to it.

"I was so scared. I watched helplessly as they cut off my organs..."

Su Mian took a picture of the note and posted it in the group chat. Others said that the same note had also been pasted on their windows.

[Zhou Ruochuan: What are you asking us to do? I'm too scared to move.]

[Zhang Shuozhi: It looks like turtle soup...]

This statement did give everyone a clue.

[Chen Mo: Could it be that they want us to guess what happened?]

Su Mian lowered her head, lost in thought. Her words seemed terrified, but they appeared quite normal in the hospital. If you were to guess what had happened... she leaned closer and casually asked.

"Surgery?"

A few seconds later, the three words Su Mian had just said appeared on the paper, and then were crossed out with red marks.

That doesn't seem right.

Time kept ticking away, and the clock behind them reminded them that something terrible would happen when the countdown ended.

The sound of the wheelchair hitting the door grew louder and louder, and it was as if they might break down the door at any moment.

She analyzed it word by word, then gently closed her eyes and tried to imagine a realistic scene.

I'm so scared……

I watched them cut off my organs.

Powerless.

A light suddenly appeared in Su Mian's mind.

She found herself lying on the operating table, where the glaring light illuminated several doctors in protective suits, their hands gripping scalpels, the bloodstains of which were faintly visible.

Su Mian's breath hitched, and a deeply buried memory, carrying a chilling aura, broke through the soil.

At the age of eighteen, Su Mian was diagnosed with spontaneous pneumothorax; she was petite.

According to the doctor, her lungs were subjected to tremendous traction in order to adapt to the narrow chest cavity, making it difficult for her to breathe.

That was Su Mian's first time in the operating room. She originally thought that she would wake up in a ward and there was nothing to be afraid of.

But then, she was awakened by the glaring operating room light, and her whole body was immobilized due to the anesthesia.

She could clearly feel the cold instruments slicing across her chest, the sharp scalpel slowly cutting open her chest.

The doctors' indistinct conversations were right beside me, fragmented and intermittent.

"...There's some adhesion..."

"Be careful to stop the bleeding..."

"Young man, you'll recover quickly."

They were talking about her, like they were talking about an object that needed repair.

She wanted to scream, to raise a finger, to blink, to send a signal.

I am awake.

I can feel it!

That clear-headed perception became the cruelest form of torture.

She was powerless to do anything.

Su Mian suddenly opened her eyes, her back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She slowly raised her eyes and spoke, her throat dry.

"He is awake after anesthesia."

The words Su Mian had said were quickly printed on the paper, and as it turned out, she was right.

This time the writing wasn't crossed out, and before Su Mian could even feel happy, another piece of paper was pasted on top.

She frowned silently and decided to post the answer in the group first. The six-person group had already exploded with excitement.

[Su Tang: What's going on?! I just checked the time and there were still 28 minutes left, and in the blink of an eye it's become 25 minutes.]

[Zhang Shuozhi: Me too.]

[Zhou Ruochuan: What exactly do you mean? Have you guys come up with a solution? Aren't you all veteran players? Is this all the skill you've got?]

Chen Mo: Don't shout.

Su Mian was reminded and suddenly turned her head. Her countdown timer showed: 27 minutes and 9 seconds.

How could this happen?

Why did their time suddenly drop to 25 minutes, while hers continued to pass normally?

Her eyes flickered slightly, and in the instant she looked towards the window, she suddenly realized something.

Because she answered correctly, no time was deducted from her score. Su Mian's fingers clenched unconsciously, and her breathing became shallow and rapid.

She quickly sent the answer to the first note in the group chat, along with her own speculation.

[Qing Ci: My time hasn't been deducted. Now there's a possibility that the first person to answer the question correctly won't have their time deducted.]

[Qing Ci: If someone doesn't answer a single question, the wheelchair might just barge in.]

[Zhou Ruochuan: What should I do? Am I doomed?]

[Wang Zeyu: Isn't this too cruel? Are we really being forced to fight tooth and nail for our lives?]

The group fell silent instantly, and everyone seemed to acquiesce to this cruel rule.

After finishing typing, Su Mian checked the note immediately. She was safe for the time being because she had more time than all the other players.

"My bones have been imprinted with intricate patterns; they're so beautiful."

That's really bizarre.

Su Mian muttered to herself, then pondered to herself.

But this question had nothing to do with her experience, and she couldn't solve it no matter how hard she tried.

She began to think about another question: how to keep everyone alive?

Unless, of course, there are only five questions.

Each person gets one question, which gives everyone a chance to survive, but are there really only that many questions? Su Mian wasn't sure; she could only take a gamble now.

With a try-it-out mentality, Su Mian posted her idea in the group.

[Zhang Shuozhi: One question per person? That's a good idea.]

[Su Tang: But are there really only five questions? What if there are extra?]

[Qingci: Now we can only try. Let's decide the order in which we answer the questions. Does anyone know the answers...?]

Before she could finish typing "sleep," she heard two beeps behind her. She put down her phone, turned around, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Her time was also reduced, and... it was reduced by ten minutes at once.

Someone answered the third question correctly as well.

[Chen Mo: Who answered questions two and three?]

[Zhang Shuozhi: I don't know. I didn't understand a single question. I think your method is completely useless. If the same person answered that question, we're doomed!]

[Wang Zeyu: Is this really funny?]

[Su Tang: So who is it?]

[Zhou Ruochuan: It wasn't me. I'm too scared to move.]

So... were they answered by the same person?

Su Mian was unaware, but no one sent any more messages, and the trust between them collapsed in an instant.

Those who answer the questions are unsure of the number of questions, and in order to ensure their survival, they may choose to answer two or even more.

Players who couldn't answer a single question would only think they were selfish and disgusting, and then fall into a panic of death.

If no agreement can be reached, someone will be eliminated, and no one wants to fall behind.

Rather than a medical turtle soup with a phantom thief vibe, this is more like a test of humanity.

The stickers ended when the fifth one was attached.