Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Despite the overwhelming power disparity, they dared to negotiate with him and even attempted to define "aesthetics".

But it was this audacity that made Su Mian appear more vivid in his eyes than ever before.

"An interesting suggestion."

He chuckled softly, and the next moment, the two appeared in the emergency exit.

The group of people who had been fighting bloody battles among the monsters were still panting heavily. They fell silent for a moment, looking at each other in confusion.

They looked up and saw DM and Su Mian standing at the top of the stairs.

Their slender and tall figures, the contrast between white and black, were surprisingly harmonious. The light behind them obscured their faces.

Chen Mo looked up, and for a moment, she felt that the two of them were kindred spirits.

"Qing...Qing Ci".

Wang Yuxuan broke the silence, but shut his mouth again when he met that terrifying gaze.

Su Mian went over to check Chen Mo's wounds, "Can you still hold on? Let's go back to the staff dormitory first."

Chen Mo's gaze lingered on DM and Su Mian, hesitating as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded and said, "Mm."

The group hurried upstairs. As they passed Su Tang's dormitory, she glanced inside, but it seemed no one was there.

They went into Su Mian's dormitory together. Su Mian was prone to illness, so she kept a lot of medicine in her dormitory.

I applied some painkillers to them and then bandaged them up. It was almost dusk.

Overwhelmed by the joy of surviving the ordeal, Zhang Shuozhi burst into tears.

"Thank goodness!!! I survived! Waaaaah, honey, I survived!!!"

He cried uncontrollably and pulled something out of his bag. The other three looked over, thinking it was some kind of photo, but Zhang Shuozhi pulled out a round piece of metal.

The metal sheet shimmered with seven colors, and in the very center was an anime character dressed in a maid uniform.

……

Wang Zeyu couldn't help but laugh out loud for some reason, and Zhang Shuozhi glared at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No...it's nothing. You and your wife will have a long and happy marriage."

He turned his face away, his whole face turning red.

"You're mocking me?! I'll sue you for discrimination!!!"

As she was about to stand up and fight, she pulled at her wound, wincing in pain. Chen Mo silently looked away and pulled Su Mian aside.

"What's your relationship with Si Shi (9-11 AM)?"

She lowered her voice, her tone serious, "I'm not questioning you, Qingci. DMs are very dangerous. Contact with them could easily lead to death."

Su Mian gave a faint "hmm," her emotions remaining unchanged.

"I know, but... the world isn't black and white."

She lowered her eyes and unconsciously rubbed her fingertips.

She never relinquished her autonomy, even though fate had defined her as someone ravaged by illness.

She was treated like a porcelain doll by everyone, as if she would break at the slightest touch.

Her parents' meticulous care made her like a flower growing in a greenhouse.

But Su Mian didn't like that; she wanted to live like a normal person, or even more passionately.

That's why she really enjoys murder mystery games; she can experience different characters and feel the thrill of reading without expending physical energy.

A subtle, human-like warmth emanated from my fingertips.

She was also an extremely cold-hearted person, and even tried to end her life in the hospital room many times. There was no one she missed, and nothing she had to do.

But here, "living" forces her to explore the world in a grotesque yet vibrant way.

Anger, excitement, vigilance, calculation.

There was even a hint of excitement she herself was unwilling to admit when facing an unknown and powerful being.

These surging, stinging emotions washed over her long-frozen heart.

She raised her head slightly, feeling that lazy yet irresistible gaze envelop her entire body, her sleepy breaths trembling slightly.

What are the consequences of making a deal with the devil?

To be constantly watched and controlled like a shadow.

But these very things ignited her will to survive and her competitive spirit.

"I am already weak, as you have all seen, I can't even handle a single monster."

"It was thanks to his protection that I was able to continue living, even with my still relatively clear mind."

Chen Mo stared at her intently, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Perhaps you're a good fit here."

Only the sounds of two men fighting remained in the room. Wang Zeyu raised his hands in surrender, and the two finally stopped fighting completely. Su Mian stood up.

"You guys try to get Su Tang away; I want to go to her room and take a look."

Chen Mo gave her unconditional support, and she nodded, "Okay."

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That night.

The dormitory floor was considered a safe house; apart from the bones scattered all over the floor, not a single monster was seen.

QQ –

With a creak, Su Tang opened the door. "Sister Chen Mo?"

She looked like she was just getting ready for bed, forcing a lazy smile, her soft voice sounding harmless.

"Is there something you need?"

Chen Mo pointed to Wang Zeyu's dormitory.

"There's no meeting today, we're planning to go to Wang Zeyu's dorm to discuss it."

Su Tang agreed without hesitation, and Chen Mo put his arm around Su Tang's shoulder.

His other hand had somehow taken the keys out of Su Tang's pocket, flicked them with his fingertips, and tossed them to the ground.

After the two had gone some distance, Su Mian emerged from the shadows, picked up the key, and went inside.

The room was no different from hers. She bent down to search the bed, but found nothing hidden. The bathroom was also sparsely furnished, with only a few wads of white paper in the trash can.

Her gaze slowly swept over the trash can, then she put on medical gloves and suddenly squatted down next to it to rummage through it.

Suddenly, she touched a piece of paper, or rather, a piece of paper, that felt completely different.

She quickly opened the paper, her pupils contracting slightly.

This is Yang Xuan's medical record.

She only knows Yang Qi, so why would she have Yang Xuan's medical record?

Su Mian continued reading with doubt, and she discovered that Yang Xuan had dissociative identity disorder and had been hospitalized multiple times.

The records indicate that he suffers from dissociative identity disorder, and the frequency of personality switching increases over time, ultimately leading to the failure of treatment.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered what Zhou Ruochuan had said about the past.

His temper is unpredictable, sometimes gentle and sometimes irritable, perhaps indicating that he has two personalities switching back and forth, but Zhou Ruochuan is unaware of this.

She had a bold idea.

Perhaps Yang Xuan doesn't have a brother at all; that brother is just another personality that split off from him.

This is why some people have seen Yang Qi but not Yang Xuan; they assume that the older and younger brothers are two different people.

So Su Tang lied. She actually knew Yang Xuan and that he had a split personality.

Su Mian took a picture of the paper, then stuffed it back into the trash can untouched. After tidying everything up, she quietly left and headed to Wang Yuxuan's dormitory.

Su Mian had barely reached the door when she faintly heard the sounds of arguing.

"So...you suspect me?"

Zhou Ruochuan was trembling uncontrollably. Chen Mo put his hand on his temple and spoke impatiently.

"This is just Qingci's speculation. You guys don't understand human anatomy, so if the deceased was still alive after going up to the rooftop, we can conclude that the knife wound was not fatal."