Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the dormitory. Qiao Yinuo was packing her luggage again, and Su Mian covered her head with a pillow.

I'm so annoying.

It's better to stay in the instance.

If you don't like someone, just kill them.

Of course, she was just joking. After calming down for a while, she poked her messy head out from under the covers and then pulled back the bed curtains.

She noticed that the bed opposite, which was used to store Qiao Yinuo's belongings, had all its contents removed.

"Next semester, someone who's changing majors will move into our dorm."

Qiao Yinuo wiped her sweat and pushed her suitcase aside.

"I've been calling you for ages and you still won't wake up. Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that Su Mian didn't say anything, she got used to it. She put on her backpack, slammed the door shut without saying goodbye, and dragged her luggage out.

Winter break has officially begun.

Her phone chimed twice; it was a message from her mother. She quickly opened it.

[Mommy: Mianmian, have you finished your exams? When are you coming back?]

[Mommy: Cute baby is here.jpg]

Su Mian felt disgusted as soon as she saw the baby-nurturing expression, so she clicked delete before scrolling down.

[Mommy: Oh, right, don't forget to go see Dr. Ma before you come back.]

[Mommy: Mommy is waiting for you to come home.]

[Mommy: Cute baby kissing.jpg]

...Who invented these ugly emojis?

She replied "okay," and then went to look up Dr. Ma's phone number.

This Dr. Ma is her psychologist, and she goes to see her at the local hospital every month.

It's funny, really, that someone with mental health issues is playing the role of a psychologist in a game.

It's unclear when she developed her mental illness, but she has never liked to smile since she was a child, and outsiders always thought she was unusually emotionally stable.

But only Su Mian herself knew that she actually loathed the people and things around her, and was easily angered and irritable inside, but on the surface she appeared calm and collected, making people think that she was fine.

Until he was diagnosed with high-functioning depression (having good social functioning, performing well, but feeling bored and irritable inside).

Moreover, the situation is very serious. No one knows when she contracted it, because it seems she has been like this since childhood.

Su Mian swiped away the chat window with her mother, paused for a moment on Dr. Ma's name with her fingertip, and then dialed.

The call connected quickly, and Dr. Ma's voice was gentle and familiar: "Su Mian? Finished your exams? Can you come over at 3 PM tomorrow?"

"Mmm," Su Mian responded.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Dr. Ma seemed to have long been used to her taciturn nature and hung up the phone decisively.

The next afternoon, at the Municipal Mental Health Center.

Su Mian walked familiarly to the clinic at the end of the third floor.

"Please come in."

Dr. Ma looked up from behind the computer. She was a woman in her forties, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, with a smile that was just right—neither overly enthusiastic nor aloof.

"Come, sit down."

Routine inquiries, simple scales, and some seemingly casual conversations.

Dr. Ma took notes while observing her.

During the process, Su Mian remained quiet, answering only one out of every three questions asked, occasionally frowning. However, compared to her complete isolation and subtle resistance during her last visit, she was able to complete all the procedures smoothly today.

The examination was over. Dr. Ma put down his pen, leaned forward slightly, and looked at his eyes behind his glasses with a mixture of scrutiny and relief.

"Sleep well," she said, softening her voice.

"Based on today's assessment, your emotional indicators are more stable than last time, and your anxiety and hostility factor scores have also decreased slightly."

"Although it is still at a high level, the trend is good."

She paused, carefully observing Su Mian's expression. "Recently... have you encountered any... positive people or events? Even if it's just a small change?"

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she shifted her gaze from the green ivy to the hazy sky outside the window.

The bizarre scenes in the dungeon, the bloody battles, and the tall man in the hospital gown flashed through my mind.

Can this be considered "positive"? She twitched the corners of her mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

Dr. Ma waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't intend to speak, he didn't press her for details. Instead, he smiled to himself, as if it were some great news.

"Good, good, it's good that there's improvement, we should strike while the iron is hot."

She pulled out a sticky note and started writing something while looking down.

"I suggested you spend more time in nature before, but you said you weren't interested. How about trying small animals this time? Contact with small animals can effectively relieve anxiety and improve positive emotions."

Dr. Ma pushed over the note he had written, which, in addition to what he had just mentioned, included the name of an app and a simple smiley face.

"And this is an AI chat application that's pretty good. I know you don't like confiding in people and find it troublesome, so just use it as a venting space and let your feelings out. Don't keep it all bottled up inside."

Su Mian glanced at the childish app icon and name, and hummed in agreement.

She didn't seem to be very resistant, but Dr. Ma knew that she didn't really think that way.

She sighed. "Give it a try, it can't hurt."

Dr. Ma insisted, "We'll contact each other again next semester. Be careful on your way home."

Leaving the hospital, the cold winter wind brushed against my face and ruffled my hair.

Su Mian crumpled the note into a ball, held it in her palm, and walked to the trash can.

He paused for a second, but ultimately didn't throw it away; he stuffed it into his coat pocket.

She boarded the bus back to school, listlessly watching the street scenes rushing past the window.

The bus swayed and rattled as it arrived at the stop.

Su Mian got off the bus, wrapped her coat tighter, and walked towards the dormitory building with her head down.

The campus was mostly empty, and the cold wind swirled withered leaves on the ground, adding to the desolation.

Just as she walked onto the secluded path on the side of the dormitory building, a soft, meowing sound suddenly came from the holly bushes beside her.

It's a calico kitten that lives downstairs in the dormitory.

Su Mian's steps never stopped.

"Meow~" The sound followed, getting closer and closer.

She looked up and saw a chubby calico cat emerge from the bushes and follow closely at her feet, its fluffy little face tilted up, its round amber eyes staring at her intently, and its tail tip swaying gently.

I guess everyone at the school has left, so no one is feeding it.

She glanced at it quickly and then looked away, walking briskly into the dormitory building, still wrapped in her trench coat.

The three-flowered bird followed closely, its short legs moving swiftly, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, its calls coming one after another.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Su Mian slowed her steps just as she was about to step into the building.

She looked down at the calico dog that wasn't afraid of people at all and even tried to rub its head against her trouser leg, her mind blank.

The hand, as if possessing its own will, slowly reached out, its fingertips landing on the unusually soft cat's head.

It feels warm to the touch and has a fine, soft texture.