Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The biting cold wind whipped up the girl's thin shirt, revealing her slender waist.

Gui Duzi anxiously rowed a wheel at the window, a thick rope tied to the handle, extending all the way to the girl's waist outside the window.

Su Mian stood on the door frame, the generator outside blowing her hair into a mess. She tilted her head back, trying to use it to lift herself up, but her legs were shaking violently.

The cold wind stung her eyes, and she was already mentally torturing Su Tang and Zhou Ruochuan to pieces.

The elevator and the window were too far apart, but it was the only way. The door was too big for four people to break down, and if they dragged it any longer, they would all die there.

Therefore, Su Mian came up with such an extreme solution: she had Gui Du Zi lead her through monsters to the window, and then climb to the next floor to open the door for them.

The reason I climbed up instead of down is that I was too afraid to look down.

She tried to push upwards with both hands, but her feet slipped and she was suddenly pulled towards the window by a pair of hands.

"I only missed looking at you for a second, what were you planning now?"

As he spoke, he loosened the rope around her waist.

DM glanced at the strange ferryman. It was about to go forward, but it was so frightened that it turned around and left in an instant, pedaling its two wheels very fast.

Su Mian didn't have time to think about that. She didn't know how much longer they could hold out there, so she grabbed Wen Cisheng's sleeve and said, "Take me to the 22nd floor, quick!"

Wen Cisheng tilted his head. "Why didn't you just let me take you to the safe house?"

"There are still players over there..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

DM interrupted her, and Su Mian remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, "Then... why did you help me?"

He must have healed the injury on her leg.

Su Mian didn't understand. Starting from the last instance, Si Shi helped her a lot, even going against his character to not kill her.

Can a judge of a game show compassion for its players?

"Help you?" he repeated softly, his voice rising at the end, carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

He raised his hand, his fingertips about to touch Su Mian's cheek, but stopped at the last second, instead brushing aside the strands of hair that had become disheveled from her vigorous exercise.

"Perhaps it's because..." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Is it more interesting to see you struggling in the game?"

This answer is flippant and cruel, but it is precisely the most truthful answer.

Su Mian was not surprised by this answer; on the contrary, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to vague and ethereal goodwill, this naked malice actually made her feel more at ease.

At least, she now knew Si Shi's motives and how she was perceived by him.

A toy to please him.

In a game where life and death hang in the balance, clear danger is far easier to deal with than unpredictable friendliness.

Su Mian quietly took a half step back, creating a safe distance.

"Then," she looked up and met DM's unfathomable gaze, her voice calm and even, "wouldn't you find an interesting toy boring if it broke too quickly?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a suppressed groan of pain came from not far away.

Su Mian glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.

Chen Mo knelt on the ground, his left shoulder lacerated by sharp claws, blood dripping from his torn white coat.

The color was rapidly fading from her face, leaving behind an ominous bluish-gray hue.

Su Mian's heart pounded. She knew she was anxious, but the worst thing in any transaction is to fall behind.

"Look at her," Su Mian's gaze led Si Shi to Chen Mo, "Isn't her struggle also 'interesting'?"

"Watching a vibrant being, on the verge of despair, unleash its last bit of power, and then... fade away like fireworks."

Her words were understated, as if she were commenting on a performance that had nothing to do with her.

Wen Cisheng followed her gaze, a playful smile curving his lips: "A dying ant's struggle is indeed somewhat interesting, but that's all."

"What if..." Su Mian took a slight breath, "What if you could control the process of extinguishing it?"

"You make her shine, and she shines; you make her dim, and she dims. Her life and death, the arc of her struggle, are entirely shaped by your will. Isn't that more interesting than letting her perish on her own?"

She tried to extend the definition of "toy" from herself to her teammates, placing both of them on the altar for his amusement.

If even a human with such weak combat power can arouse his slightest interest, does that mean that the players he ignores can also survive longer?

He fell silent at 9:00 AM, then finally chuckled softly, a laugh that was both pleasant and icy, as if he had understood something.

"Little cat, do you think my interest in you stems from this?"

He scoffed. "Do I look stupid?"

Wen Cisheng raised his hand, his slender fingertips making a faint line in the air.

In the distance, the darkness surrounding Wang Zeyu was like an invisible hand, gripping and suddenly contracting.

He began to struggle violently, his face pale and weak, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

Su Mian frowned, but remained silent.

He didn't seem to intend to kill him; with a flick of his finger, he gave the man's contorted body a moment to catch his breath and began to cough violently.

"Is it pretty?"

DM's voice was tinged with disdain as he leaned closer to Su Mian's ear.

"I think you look much prettier when I'm choking you than other humans."

"I will make you shine, and you will shine."

"I make you dark, and you are dark. Your life and death, the arc of your struggle, are entirely shaped by my will, little cat..."

"I only find it interesting because it's you."

Su Mian's heartstrings tightened instantly, her back was soaked with cold sweat, and she returned to him exactly what she had said to him.

The air fell silent once more, but Su Mian knew that her time was running out.

Her throat tightened, and her tone was resolute.

"Then so be it."

Su Mian suddenly relaxed her shoulders and even slightly raised her chin, revealing her vulnerable neck.

"But the best collectors know how to keep their valuable collections in the best condition."

She gently touched the side of her neck with her fingertip, pausing at the spot where the artery was pulsating.

"The struggle of forcibly strangling someone may be beautiful, but don't you think... letting your collection dance willingly in your palm, watching it shine for you despite knowing the danger, is more worthy of your taste?"

Her voice was soft, yet it precisely captured the predator's interest.

"I can be that collection that dances voluntarily."

But the premise is…” Her gaze swept over the few people struggling to survive.

"You have to make sure the other toys are intact. After all, even the most beautiful solo dance can get boring after a while."

"Some supporting elements are needed to make the main collection appear even more... dazzling."

The eyes beneath the DM mask narrowed slightly.