Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Who did you give your phone to?"

She had to make sure Su Tang hadn't given her phone to anyone else. The fact that the call could suddenly be connected today meant either it was an oversight or... she had to frame someone else on purpose.

If other people's phones ring when she makes the call tomorrow, then Su Tang can take the opportunity to escape and cast all her votes for the "scapegoat".

Su Tang suddenly smiled. She knew that if she didn't tell her, she would die, but if she did tell her, she would also be voted out.

Su Tang glared fiercely at Su Mian, "Qing Ci, if I die from voting, I can't be resurrected, but if I die in the game, I don't believe you'll run into this DM again next time."

With that, he stabbed himself with a knife, saying, "We'll see."

Blood splattered in the corridor. Su Tang breathed her last and fell straight backward. Su Mian was somewhat surprised. She took two steps back and suddenly didn't understand what was going on.

[Detectives who are killed in the game can be revived using points, as long as they are not eliminated by vote.]

4399 explained to her.

[A revival with 30,000 points is an incredibly difficult task for most ordinary detectives. Losing the game after reviving is equivalent to a second death, with no further chance to revive.]

Therefore, even if many detectives have 100,000 points, they will wait until they are completely exposed before committing suicide.

As they spoke, Su Tang's body vanished, the script fell to the ground, and Su Mian stepped forward to read it.

She was indeed the murderer; everything Su Mian deduced was correct. Yang Xuan wanted to split Su Tang in two after installing her heart.

You could say he's a crazy person with an extremely high IQ, consistently ranking first among the top students on campus, but his mental state isn't quite normal.

She took a deep breath, processed everything, and returned to her dorm with the copy, only to find that the DM behind her hadn't left.

She paused for a moment, then looked up in confusion.

"Director Xiao Ci, we haven't conducted the routine inquiry today."

The evening breeze gently blew through the curtains, the thick fog dissipated, and the night sky revealed a glimmer of starlight.

This is the last time. This is the last inquiry. During her time playing the role of Qing Ci, this mentally ill patient saved her time and time again.

Now, she is saying goodbye to this role.

Su Mian couldn't quite describe her feelings; it was a kind of joy at being able to return to reality, yet tinged with a faint withdrawal reaction.

Are you happy today?

"I'm not happy."

Su Mian paused for a moment, then asked, "The reason?"

DM stared at her without replying for a long while before finally speaking, "No reason."

How's your appetite?

"not good."

Are you feeling tired?

……

"Um."

Su Mian looked up, and in that instant, she felt that Wen Cisheng had a strange emotion, and that it was caused by her. Su Mian looked away, her heart beating a little fast.

"Did you kill someone today?"

"Kill him."

"Who?"

"That person named 'Qing Ci'."

Su Mian was stunned.

Wen Cisheng smiled, but the smile was very faint.

"She should leave."

She was speechless for a moment, a subtle sense of farewell emanating from her, like the last notes of a song that had been overheard.

Soft and blurry, yet lingering in the night.

-

In the early morning, everyone was teleported to the lobby on the first floor. Su Mian had just woken up and was still yawning.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), a beam of white light descended from the sky through the misty gate, transforming the space into a solemn arbitration temple within moments.

"Passing through the fog of lies, piercing the veil of blood, and glimpsing the truth amidst layers of deception."

"I declare this in the name of the arbitrator."

The gavel fell.

Thump––

"Detective Fang, victory!"

His tall, slender figure, the swallowtail of his suit billowing in the wind, he put one hand on his hip, snapped his fingers, and vanished into thin air in an instant.

[Ding-dong – The murderer committed suicide. Game over. Congratulations to the detective for clearing the dungeon "The Second Heart". 3000 points added. You will be teleported back to the main world in one hour.]

As her drowsiness dissipated and she gradually became more awake, she realized that the meaning of the dungeon's name, which she hadn't paid attention to since the beginning of the dungeon, had actually been hinting at them all along.

But there's no need to talk about these things now.

Someone patted my shoulder. It was Chen Mo. She looked more energetic than a few days ago, probably from the joy of clearing the dungeon.

"Your contribution?"

Su Mian nodded, not denying it, "She committed suicide."

Chen Mo understood, then angrily said, "I really think we need to give players a merit score, otherwise some people will just get carried to victory and then cry about the culprit after the game is over."

Su Mian couldn't help but laugh; she knew Chen Mo was talking about Yin Yang and Zhou Ruochuan.

Do you have a code name?

Chen Mo spoke, and Su Mian shook her head in confusion, "Code name?"

"It's about using everyday objects instead of your name, so that we can address each other by that name when we meet in the future, without violating your established persona."

Chen Mo explained, looking at Su Mian with swirling light, "Since there isn't one, let me think of one for you."

"How's the Ragdoll cat?"

"A Ragdoll cat?"

Su Mian blinked, not understanding why Chen Mo had associated this word with it, but since it was just a code name, she agreed.

"And what about you?"

You can call me Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects).

"it is good."

-

–This game recap is presented from Su Tang's perspective.

Your name is Su Tang, and you are a nursing student at Fushan University.

Three years ago, when you barely made it into this top medical university in the country with the minimum score, you never imagined you would end up like this.

Su Tang admires her roommate, Qing Ci, who is a psychology major and is also very academically gifted. At the same time, Su Tang is also very jealous.

Do you remember those agonizing nights during finals week, when she was effortlessly analyzing complex psychology cases, while you were struggling with the most basic nursing principles?

Sure enough, she soon received her internship certificate from the Capital University.

That kind of jealousy coils around your heart like a venomous snake.

Why can someone so easily obtain something that you can't reach even with all your might?

Until you met Yang Xuan.

That top student in my year.

He was intelligent, clean-cut, and gentle, radiating the aura of a young genius.

Everyone says he is a legend at Fushan University School of Medicine: he wins awards left and right, and his research achievements amaze even his mentors.

The first time you saw him was in the corridor outside the laboratory building. He picked up your fallen medical record folder and smiled at you.

At that moment, you secretly made up your mind that you had to have him.

So you begin to approach cautiously.

You went to great lengths to help him get his lab report, pretend to bump into him in the study room, and deliberately sit opposite him in the library. Finally, you won over this almost heartless man.

You know, this is your shortcut to getting into the Capital Hospital.

He truly gave you everything.

"Tangtang, if you try just a little harder, I will definitely get you into the Capital Hospital."

Yang Xuan gently stroked your hair, but you saw a fleeting madness in his eyes.

Yes, he was a bit strange.

Sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes irritable and easily angered, his relative Zhou Ruochuan said this is a common ailment of geniuses.

You believed it, and for that dream job opportunity, you endured all the discomfort.

He becomes increasingly clingy, saying things that send chills down your spine: "If only there were two Tangtangs in the world."

"I want to see you more, but it's not enough, not even a little bit."

You dare not think too deeply about what "not enough" means.

After graduation, you got your dream job at the Capital Hospital. Although you were just a receptionist nurse, you were already satisfied.

Until you discover that Yang Xuan is often with Chen Mo, the pediatrician on the sixth floor.

"That's Yang Qi, my boyfriend," Chen Mo explained with a smile. "You've mistaken him for someone else."

Yang Qi? Perhaps she really did mistake him for someone else.

After entering the hospital, Yang Xuan has been conducting cutting-edge cardiac research, but his behavior has become increasingly strange.

Yang Xuan spends all his time in the dissection room and even keeps a few starfish, but he always sees the starfish with broken limbs, and he doesn't care.

Once, while delivering materials to a psychology class, she suddenly found Yang Xuan's medical record, which gave her a huge shock.

Yang Xuan has dissociative identity disorder.

She boldly followed Chen Mo and discovered that Chen Mo's boyfriend was Yang Xuan, not some Yang Qi.

Or perhaps... Yang Qi is another personality of his, and you feel a chill run down your spine, unable to sleep day and night, and decide not to think about him.

While I was on duty tonight, the power tripped again on the 21st floor.

The head nurse joked, "Your boyfriend has tripped the power in the anatomy lab again."

"If it weren't for his talent, he probably would have been fired long ago."

Don't link her to Yang Xuan, she doesn't want to know! So annoying, so incredibly annoying!

Enraged, you call Yang Xuan and question him about why he was two-timing her and why he didn't tell her he was sick.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, only asking you to come to the dissection room. She hung up the phone and quietly went there when no one she knew was paying attention.

There was an unpleasant smell in the dissection room. You covered your mouth, wanting to sever all ties, but Yang Xuan turned around with a smile and said, "It's okay, Tangtang, we can be together now."

The human anatomy on the projector was marked with two hearts, one in the left chest and one in the right chest, while he held a bloody, mangled, yet still beating object in his hand.

He loves you.

But another "he" loves you too.

That kind of love is the kind that will split you in two.

You are terrified and scream as you try to run away, only to find that the door won't open.

You cried and begged him not to, forced a smile and kissed him. In the moment he was stunned, you snatched the knife from his hand and stabbed wildly into his chest.

Blood sprayed on your face.

You don't even have time to cry.

You dragged him to the top floor, trying to create the illusion of suicide.

The cut wasn't fatal, and he woke up.

He is still alive.

It was too late when you found out. He had dialed someone's number, so you grabbed the phone, hung up, threw him into a potted plant, and pushed him towards the edge of the rooftop with all your might.

When you returned to the front desk, your fingers were still trembling.

The siren of the ambulance grew louder as it approached, and the chatter of your colleagues made your heart pound.

There's a new message in the memo.

> Baby, you killed Yang Xuan, that's great, we're finally together.

—Yang Qi

Your breathing has stopped.

So you didn't escape after all.

It turns out that the "love" never died.

And now,

He's inside your body.