Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The dirt road stretched into the distant oak forest, where the mountains rose and fell indistinctly, and the abandoned mine and anvil fortress were hidden among them.

The carriage connecting the cities arrived late, and Su Mian finally met another group of players from the city-state, as well as her "adoptive father," Cain.

Long white hair, Roman collar, black robe, and an intimidatingly tall figure. His face was clearly defined, perhaps even handsome, yet it remained indistinct, as if shrouded in mist.

Monks and nuns surrounded them as they passed by.

Su Mian stood up with the others to show her respect, then peeked up like a thief, only to see the priest turn his head away. She then lowered her head again without making a sound.

While eating the bland, tasteless white food, Su Mian's table had already been approached by several unfamiliar players.

These players from the city center seemed to know they were superior, their questions carrying a subtle stinginess, as if they didn't want to waste a single second.

Charlie

[Senior Detective, Occupation: Knight, Holds a small portion of the docks in Vibens, holds a high position and great power, does not believe in ghosts or gods, and dislikes the Talen people.]

Taren people?

Su Mian noticed this word. Was it the name of another city-state or race?

Charlie led a group of players to inquire about clues. Adrian, who was mistaken for the leader, answered calmly, but the mercenaries behind Charlie spoke up impatiently.

"So there are no clues."

Adrian, who had been interrupted, fell silent.

He recounted to the group of city players everything that had happened since he entered the game the day before, only to be dismissed by the seemingly unapproachable mercenary with the response that he had "no clues."

They clearly looked down on them and paid no attention to the clues they provided.

Su Mian tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, falling silent along with everyone else.

Duncan

[Intermediate Detective, Occupation: Mercenary, formerly a bankrupt dockworker, walking the gray area between morality and law, disdainful and rude, looking down on clan wealth, with only wine and money in his eyes.]

"You can't say that. It's already amazing that they survived."

A petite girl with blonde braids popped out from beside Charlie. Su Mian glanced over and saw that she was pretty, but her eyes clearly held a disdainful look.

Tiffany

[Intermediate Detective, Occupation: Herbalist, shrewd and capable, with impeccable manners, frequently seen in Vibens Square, providing free herbs to the citizens.]

Adrian clenched his fists, showing signs of about to explode, but Bruce held his hand down and shook his head. Now was not a good time for infighting.

"And what about you?"

A clear and melodious voice broke the silence, and everyone looked towards Su Mian, only to see the girl sitting cross-legged on a pile of straw.

Her nun's habit accentuated her slender waist, and her fingers casually twirled a tuft of black hair.

What clues can you provide?

Charlie stepped forward. "There is an island tribe outside the city-state called the Taren. The noble council decided to subdue them. They have been fighting for the past two years and have already taken over a lot of territory, but they were caught off guard by a sudden plague."

"Yes," Duncan echoed. "The border situation is tense, but those guys in the council are unwilling to admit that the largest city-state on the island can't defeat a small, powerless tribe."

"In addition, with the plague raging, we certainly cannot fight against it, so we came to ask the gods to perform a ritual."

He looked in the direction the priest had left, his words devoid of any respect.

The farmer looked at him strangely, but he remained calm, shrugged, and added, "I'm a materialist."

……

Those farmers had no idea what materialism was, and silently carried away the leftovers.

"Loading the cargo."

Sera muttered something, already feeling quite disliked by these city-state players.

Su Mian looked thoughtfully at the herbalist behind the two of them. Tiffany smiled and looked kind and approachable.

The air in the countryside is fresher than in the town, and the fog is not as thick. The earthen houses are scattered around, surrounded by endless lawns, unlike the crowded city.

As dusk fell, the temperature dropped drastically, and the wind made the fence creak as if it were cradling the remains of a saint.

Su Mian casually wandered into a small courtyard with a grape trellis, crushed bread crumbs and placed them by the window, attracting the white pigeons inside.

After a hearty meal, she casually pulled aside the thorn bushes, and flocks of white doves eagerly emerged from the small holes, each flying into the sky.

After finishing everything, Su Mian tiptoed and picked a bunch of purple grapes with a milky white frost on their skin. As if strolling in her own backyard, she put them in her mouth with a clear conscience.

It's not her fault; the food on that table was awful—the meat was cold, and the soup was cold too.

They said they used the finest barley wine, but it tasted astringent and bitter, making my stomach ache all night.

Just as she was considering whether to bring one for Sera, she heard footsteps behind her.

Are you sure you want to ask her?

Duncan stood outside the fence with his hands clasped in a fist, making no attempt to hide his disdain for Su Mian's behavior.

Seeing this, Charlie wondered if Tiffany had misjudged the situation and hesitated whether to speak up.

Only Tiffany stepped forward, still with a gentle demeanor.

"Are you Evelyn?"

Su Mian nodded, her focus on peeling the grapes, and didn't look up.

"What's up?"

Duncan was getting angry at Su Mian's appearance and was about to step forward when Tiffany stopped him.

"After the purification ritual is complete, would you be willing to come with us to the city-state?"

"...Why?"

Su Mian frowned, not understanding the purpose of these three people.

Tiffany: "You were originally a nun from a city-state, and you probably had no choice but to come to Mill Ferry."

You're wrong, I came here voluntarily.

Su Mian silently emptied her stomach, but what puzzled her was how these people knew her identity. Su Mian picked another bunch, intending to give them to Sera.

"The dead haven't even appeared yet, how can you be sure the city-state has more clues?"

Her gaze swept indifferently over the three of them, her red lips becoming full and alluring with the juice on them.

"Besides, Adrian is from the city too, isn't he more useful than me?"

Su Mian smiled and raised her eyes, the shadow of her eyelashes falling on her lower eyelids, carrying a contradictory feeling of being alluring yet world-weary.

"Oh... I see, it wasn't a rejection, was it?"

With her purpose exposed, even the dignified Tiffany couldn't keep her composure. Seeing Tiffany's unpleasant expression, Duncan couldn't bear it any longer.

"Don't push your luck. We can come to Mill Ferry easily, but it will be much more difficult for you to get to the city-state."

"Be careful, you might die before you even leave the starting village!"

"Duncan!"

Charlie interrupted him, rubbing his temples in frustration. "If they don't want to, then forget it. Let's go."

Su Mian watched the three figures disappear into the distance, lost in thought.

Why, when it's supposed to be a game about finding the culprit, does it involve creating divisions both overtly and covertly, breaking down and rebuilding all the forces that could have been gathered together?

They hastily select the people and forces they deem useful, then execute the remaining players who have no means of resistance. If they're lucky, they might even accidentally kill the real culprit.

Large-scale dungeons are too time-consuming; checking them one by one would take forever. It's much faster to use evil cultivation methods, right?

Su Mian chuckled, feeling that it was time to pass on her title of "devil" to someone else.