Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian wasn't interested in the rest of the information, so she pressed on, "You came together? But he didn't seem like he wanted to play a murder mystery game."

At this point, Wang Zhe sighed.

"We didn't originally plan to invite him, but for some reason, Wen Zirui has been under a lot of pressure lately, and he seems a bit mentally unstable, so we thought we'd bring him out to have some fun."

"I just... never expected something like this to happen."

Wang Zhe's tone still held a hint of disbelief.

Perhaps he is still dreaming.

Su Mian realized that Wang Zhe was in low spirits and didn't want to talk anymore, so she cleared away the plates and picked up a sip of milk that she hadn't drunk.

The moment they stood up, all the children's heads spun around like toys, their eyes snapping shut on Su Mian.

Sleep freezes, adrenaline surges, and sanity plummets in an instant.

calm.

calm.

The girl with the braided hair twitched at the corner of her mouth, gradually widening until the curve became so bizarre it was almost inhuman.

The sound that escaped her mouth was light and ethereal, as if it came not from her throat, but from her stomach.

It's the same as the nursery rhyme we just heard.

"Migo, don't waste food!"

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly. Forcing herself to calm down, she whispered, "Okay."

Then drink the milk in one gulp.

As dusk fell, the sand dunes the children had built stood silently, like silhouettes of tombs.

The wind blew through the old swing, the chain screeching sharply, the echo circling in the empty courtyard.

Who is singing?

A tragic nursery rhyme?

The dormitories at Sunshine Orphanage are multi-person rooms, each the size of a classroom, enough to accommodate 16 children.

Su Mian and Yu Mao Mao were assigned to a bunk bed, while the remaining three were in another room.

Upon entering, there is a prominent notice board:

Shut your little mouth and go to sleep quietly.

Shoes were lined up in long queues, and clothes were folded like blankets.

At midnight, evil spirits will climb into your bed.

It's best not to touch the small bed in the corner.

Su Mian, lying on the upper bunk, was deathly pale. She buried her face in the pillow, her already thin body curled up slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"...Migo, are you feeling unwell?"

Fish Hat looked up, somewhat worried.

Su Mian sat up, wiping away the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, her lips bitten until they bled a captivating crimson.

She refused to drink the milk because she was lactose intolerant, but she couldn't bear the consequences of "wasting food."

Now that it's working, my sleeplessness is making me feel nauseous.

"where you go?"

"bathroom."

Fish Hat's eyes widened. "But...but it's already nine o'clock."

I'm so annoying.

none of your business.

Su Mian didn't reply and insisted on walking outside.

The lights were still on in the corridor, which was the only thing Su Mian could be thankful for, but her joy was short-lived.

Oh no, we're lost in a maze.

Su Mian clutched her stomach, no longer feeling the fear brought by the environment.

I feel so nauseous, I feel like throwing up...

"You're supposed to be very capable? How do you plan to resolve this situation?"

However, on the other hand...

"Stop talking."

Su Mian didn't have time to argue with it, so she covered her stomach and squatted down on the ground, only to stand up again after a while.

Fuck games, fuck murder mystery games, fuck wasting food.

She didn't show it on her face, but in her heart she cursed everyone she could.

Su Mian walked faster and faster, when suddenly she stepped on something.

It's a foot.

Su Mian's heart skipped a beat. Upon closer inspection, she saw a barefoot little boy in his pajamas.

He slowly raised his head, revealing eyes without whites, and a stiff smile curved his lips.

"Sister, I can't find my dorm room."

"Please take me there..."

The little boy expected to hear a scream, but the expected sound did not come.

He looked up in confusion and found that the detective in front of him was even paler than he was, looking more like a ghost.

……

"Could you take me to the restroom first?"

Su Mian was in so much pain that she squatted down again, not noticing the boy's surprise. The boy tilted his head.

Aren't you afraid of ghosts?

……

Then, the two of them, a human and a ghost, arrived at the toilet. The little boy leaned against the door frame, his gaze fixed on the disheveled person not far away, his expression unreadable.

It's very difficult for anyone to trigger any direct clues related to him on the first night.

He truly didn't expect a detective to dare to come out so late at night.

It's still this kind of embarrassing reason.

Su Mian knelt in front of the toilet, her thin body bent over, her slender white fingers gripping the porcelain rim, her fingertips trembling slightly from the pressure.

Her jet-black hair fell down, obscuring half her face, revealing only a pale lip color.

The vomiting sound was extremely faint, as if she was trying her best to suppress it, leaving only the faint breathing as her chest rose and fell.

The little boy sighed.

There are only two possibilities for sending him back to his dormitory.

Thirty percent live, seventy percent die.

……

Fine, I'll let her go since the old lady likes her.

The little boy quietly retreated into the darkness, and the corridor immediately returned to normal.

After vomiting for a while, she felt much better. She went to the sink, poured water into her mouth, and suppressed the sour feeling in her mouth.

After struggling for a while, she was exhausted and her stomach was empty. Su Mian walked out of the bathroom with her lips pursed, her mind filled with thoughts.

If she doesn't eat, will she be able to open her eyes tomorrow morning?

She was so unwilling to die in the game like this...

While Su Mian was thinking, she suddenly bumped into a wall.

Oh, it's not a wall, it's a person, struggling to look up from their sleep, it's that DM.

The dean who left a deep impression on the five people during the day.

Su Mian was still subconsciously scared, but then she thought that she hadn't broken any rules, and maybe he was just taking a walk late at night.

In short, it has nothing to do with her.

Su Mian pursed her lips, said "Hello, Dean" in a very formal manner, and then tried to avoid him.

A rumbling sound broke the silence.

Su Mian stopped in her tracks, frowned somewhat awkwardly, and couldn't help feeling irritated.

The dean let out a soft chuckle.

"Little Migo, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"So it was just my cravings causing the problem."

The large hand landed on her head and gently stroked it.

Slow, casual, and effortless.

My body hair stood on end.

A sense of danger crept closer, Su Mian's throat tightened, and the sweat in her palms instantly soaked her sleeves.

Is that hand ever ready to pierce her neck?

"Little glutton, would you like the headmaster to take you out for something to eat?"

The man asked softly.

Should she answer, yes? or no?

Perhaps if she answers incorrectly, she will die here.

No.

No.

Su Mian forced herself to calm down.

First of all, neither the dormitory nor the script stipulates that you can't eat in the middle of the night. As long as you return to the dormitory at midnight, there is a 90% chance that you will be safe.

Secondly, judging from the behavior in the afternoon, he will give any child who does something wrong an initial warning and a second punishment.

As long as... you comply with his wishes.

……

"think."

The hand was removed from her head, and Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief, her legs feeling a little weak.

"Come with me, Migo."