Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Zhang Shuozhi was the first to reach out and grab it; there were two portions inside.

One document is the autopsy report, and the other is the bloodstained knife that Chen Mo and Su Tang found in the autopsy room yesterday.

Wen Cisheng: "The blood from the deceased's chest had seeped into the surrounding soft tissues, forming a hematoma."

"The knife marks at the junction of the skin fragments are very obvious, which basically confirms that the victim was stabbed in the heart by a weapon and died from massive bleeding."

"The knife was only stained with the blood of the dead."

"This isn't right..."

Zhang Shuozhi murmured, "He doesn't look like someone who was forced into the dissection room."

"I think there's more than just this one scalpel in the autopsy room."

Su Mian stood up and spoke softly.

She spoke much less than usual, and when she suddenly spoke, everyone's attention was drawn to her.

Wang Zeyu looked worried. He noticed that the girl's face was paler than usual, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her small face looked haggard.

"Didi--"

The discussion was over. Su Mian pushed her chair under the table and blinked hard.

She woke up with a splitting headache this morning, probably because she hadn't slept well the past two days, working night shifts and staying up late, which left her exhausted.

And for some reason, I felt really off when I woke up this morning.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes were fixed on the patients' exposed skin, and unfamiliar thoughts began to entwine around her nerves.

A certain longing overwhelmed her like a tide, yet she forcibly suppressed it herself.

The discussion just now was also unproductive, and we were completely unable to concentrate.

Especially after Wen Cisheng appeared, Su Mian's inner longing was amplified in an instant.

She couldn't help but look at DM's wrist as it reached past her, the clear outline of tendons and bones beneath the skin like a delicate work of art wrapped in silk.

She couldn't even suppress the absurd thought.

That powerful arm, capable of easily strangling her, would look beautiful bleeding from it.

Su Mian stared blankly at Wen Cisheng, who hadn't left yet, lost in thought. Wen Cisheng tilted his head and asked, "Director Cisheng, what's wrong?"

Su Mian slowly raised her leg and, under DM's gaze, tackled him to the edge of the table. Due to the headache and excitement, she fainted.

Damn it, she seems to know what it is.

[Ding Ding – Newcomer Gift Pack: Character buff is now in effect]

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The smell of rust...

It was very faint, and had been dry for a long time.

The sense of smell is the first sensory system to awaken during sleep.

She felt like she had blacked out from drinking; her head ached, her body felt numb, and her heart was racing.

Where is she?

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly as she forced her eyes open. Her blurry vision gradually cleared, and 4399's voice was trembling with sobs.

Mianmian, you're finally awake! Do you know what you've done?

"What's wrong with me?"

Su Mian asked, but the scene before her startled her.

The man on the operating table had his head tilted to the side, his hair disheveled and resting on his mask, creating an eerie beauty.

The restraints tightened around his wrists, and the veins and blood vessels were faintly visible beneath his skin.

His hospital gown was violently ripped off, revealing his defined abs and V-line. Under the incandescent light, his skin rose and fell with his breath, creating a cool, suggestive effect, carrying a forbidden connotation.

Su Mian's gaze slowly slid down and found her hand, or more precisely, the hand holding surgical scissors, pressed against the man's abdomen.

The scissors were wide open, seemingly about to pierce the man's skin.

Her breath hitched, and a chill ran through her as if her blood was flowing backward.

4399 was screaming wildly in Su Mian's mind.

[You haven't been to the dissection room these past few days. For Qingci, who's been spending all her time there, this is way too out of character!!!]

Therefore, the character design buff automatically refines your character, choosing the most suitable person from your mind to portray that character.

Its voice became unbearably bitter.

[Who would have thought that the most suitable candidate you thought was DM?! Mianmian, I'm begging you... Does DM look like someone you can dissect? Now we're in a dilemma, sob sob sob.]

[Not dissecting the character goes against her established persona, but dissecting her will get her chopped into mincemeat by the DM (Demonstrator/Morchist). What am I going to do?!]

My head is throbbing from the noise from 4399.

"Shut up first."

If I hadn't drawn that lousy character buff, I wouldn't be in this mess.

Where did she get so much strength to drag Wen Cisheng into the dissection room and even put a restraint on him?

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard DM's lazy voice.

"Why did you stop?"

His voice was steady, though it had become a little hoarse from not having drunk water for a long time, yet it carried an inexplicable allure.

"Is it that my body hasn't satisfied you?"

……

What is this guy saying?

She first removed the dangerous surgical scissors from the man's abdomen, then fell into an endless silence as she stared at the "erotic" scene.

Things have developed to this point, leaving her with absolutely no way out.

She slowly stepped forward and stroked Wen Cisheng's exposed skin.

The man trembled slightly at her touch, and the contours of his muscles underwent subtle changes.

Full of tension yet taut.

This was the first time she had ever seen a DM so passive, and to be honest, she felt a little satisfied.

"Ci Sheng, you did it willingly, didn't you?"

My rambling thoughts end here. The one standing here now is "Qingci," not Sumian.

Wen Cisheng chuckled softly, lifting his chin slightly.

"Of course, my dear... Director Xiao Ci."

"So you won't have any complaints?"

The implication is that they won't kill her after she's done all that, right?

Wen Cisheng guessed Su Mian's little scheme. He was amused by her survival instinct and lightly tapped the edge of the operating table with his finger.

The little detective who was getting his hands on something.

"Of course, you are my most respected doctor, my only support in the hospital. How could I possibly have any complaints about you?"

His tone carried a hint of intimacy and grievance, making one subconsciously believe that he was truly dependent on and submissive to her.

But his steady breathing and heartbeat revealed a calm and nonchalant demeanor beneath the mask.

He seems to be a truly antisocial personality disguised as an ordinary mental patient, making him both troublesome and unpredictable.

It must be said that DM not only has the ability to control the situation in dungeons, but also has top-notch acting skills, able to convincingly portray any role.

Wen Cisheng may seem trapped on the cold operating table, but his aura is more dominant.

Su Mian took a deep breath, picked up an alcohol swab with tweezers, and gently applied it to the man's abdomen.

The outline of the ravine evokes a sense of wonder, along with the shadows that extend deep into the waistband.

Su Mian had never experienced anything like this before. She blushed from the intense hormonal aura, but thankfully she was wearing a mask, so it wasn't too noticeable on her face.

Her mind seemed to know what she was about to do, automatically conjuring up some bloody and disgusting scenes.

Cut open the abdomen, cut upwards along the outline of the abdominal muscles, and use tweezers to pry open the skin, exposing the bright red flesh and mucous membrane.