Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Sorry, Evelyn, we're out of seats."

Tiffany smiled sheepishly at Su Mian, while Duncan beside her snorted, "Why are you apologizing to her? She's just a new player."

This car was almost entirely filled with city-state players, who had long accepted the rule of forming factions and cliques, and were speaking with schadenfreude.

"There's still room on the roof, miss. You can climb up if you don't mind."

Hahahahahahaha.

The carriage was filled with laughter, while Charlie, who was sitting in front holding the horse, was resting with his eyes closed, completely unaware of everything.

Cecily took Su Mian's place.

She had come to the front to see if there were any extras, but was met with a group of inexplicable hostility and ridicule, which was not hard to see as related to her refusing their invitation yesterday.

【Pah! A bunch of trash, bedbugs, and opportunists!】

4399 was furious, but Su Mian remained calm. She looked at the top of the carriage and seemed to be seriously considering the possibility of climbing up there.

"Hey, you don't actually want to go up there, do you?"

"Hahaha, watch out, your face might get scratched by a tree branch!"

Before the man could finish speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone lowered their heads, creating an awkward and quiet atmosphere.

A shadow loomed over her, and it was hard for her not to guess who was behind her.

"Master Father."

Today, the priest wore a white robe draped over his shoulders, reaching his ankles, with a black clerical uniform underneath.

His tall stature supported the simple church attire, and his hand rested under his ribs, seemingly a habit accumulated over the years.

Without saying a word, he led Su Mian back to the carriage at the front in full view of everyone.

One of the bolder players muttered "Holy crap," and the car erupted in chatter again.

"Does she really have a powerful background?"

Duncan's momentum had weakened considerably; he put down his crossed legs and leaned forward uneasily.

He was filled with lingering fear, fearing that his words had angered Su Mian and caused the priest to blame him.

Tiffany: "...I don't know."

Tiffany stared in disbelief for a long time before finally snapping out of it with a deep frown at the sound of the whip cracking.

It's really lucky for a newbie to draw this kind of identity...

She was thinking without any rhyme or reason, completely unaware that she had once again lost her temper.

Upon entering the oak forest, the light was almost entirely absorbed by the layers of leaves, and the carriages gradually lit up with oil lamps, creating clusters of light.

Compared to the crowded covered wagon, the four-wheeled box carriage in front looked rather loose and sluggish.

Cain casually hung an oil lamp inside the carriage. Logically speaking, being watched by God during sleep should make her feel uncomfortable or even resistant, just like when she and Cecily looked at each other.

On the contrary, she seemed to have found the culprit that had made her excited and trembling last night.

Cold sweat trickled down Su Mian's forehead. She took a deep breath to control her trembling body, trying to calm her restless heart with the cold air.

The gaze was enough to satisfy her, but it came somewhat suddenly, too much, too overwhelming, too...strange.

"You seem very nervous. Do you need the Lord's help, Sister?"

An untimely voice rang out, startling Su Mian, who managed a forced smile.

"You're overthinking it, sir. I'm just afraid I won't be able to do my best."

"Is that so...?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the cushion, seemingly a perfunctory reply, and then nothing more.

In an attempt to quell the evil spirit, Su Mian closed her eyes to rest, but was caught off guard by a sudden jolt, and fell onto the man the moment the car tilted.

"Hmm!"

His knee was caught by a large hand, and he almost hit the wooden edge.

The palms were scorching hot, the knuckles were long enough to wrap around the entire knee, and the thumbs were dug into the soft flesh behind the knee.

She even had reason to doubt that the hand could lift her up completely.

Su Mian fell against Cain's shoulder, her face streaked with a few strands of white hair, while his other hand rested on her head.

"Knees, push them up, or you'll fall."

He gently loosened his grip, moving his drowsy knees onto the soft cushions of Cordoba leather.

Unfortunately, Su Mian had no vision, so he haphazardly put his knee forward and bumped into an obstacle, forcing him to stop. But then he heard the person beside him take a deep breath.

"hiss-"

"Rude."

He grabbed her inner thigh with his palm and pushed her outward, separating her right leg and smoothly moving her from Cain's leg onto the seat.

The movements were quite gentle, and also quite... erotic.

The moment he grabbed her thigh, Su Mian's body stiffened slightly. When her legs were spread apart, unease and shame filled her chest, and her body temperature rose instantly.

She tried to back away, but those hands gripped her waist tightly.

"Wait until the car is stable before getting off."

The warm breath brushed against Su Mian's ear, and she shivered, her movement resembling a nuzzle against the man's shoulder.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Cain patted her back reassuringly, thinking the girl couldn't wait to sit back down, but the jolts continued, and standing up straight would cause her to lose her balance and sway, and she might bump into something.

No...no.

Su Mian struggled to speak, her ears burning, and she dared not move a muscle.

Just as one problem was about to subside, another arose. After passing through a stretch of muddy road, the vehicle finally stabilized.

Just as she was about to step back, the veil on her face began to slip, and if she were exposed now, she would be completely ruined.

Su Mian could only tie her veil by pressing her entire body against his.

……

They were pressed so close together that they could even hear each other's heartbeats. After all that fuss, she was all wet.

"...I'm afraid my appearance will tarnish you, Father."

The explanation of "protesting too much" didn't elicit any response from her. Instead, he made a snorting sound, grabbed Su Mian by the collar, and dragged her back to her seat.

After making such a huge blunder, Su Mian didn't have the energy to care about the line of sight anymore. She straightened her clothes with a sour face and found two white hairs in her hand.

……

Good heavens, is she really that strong?

The old priest didn't utter a word of pain, just letting her do whatever she wanted to him.

Once back in safe territory, the little devil started to have wild thoughts and act arrogantly again.

She might have just bitten his neck, and Cain would be cursing her, not caring whether she hit her knee or was unsteady on her feet.

The thought of that scene is hilarious, but Su Mian couldn't see Cain's face clearly, otherwise it would have been quite interesting.

The carriage stopped at a huge mine entrance, which was surrounded by a swamp. A gloomy atmosphere hung over the straight, dark gray tree trunks, like a sticky, eerie shroud.

Only these people know the excruciating pain of stepping on the ground. The priest in front of them held a Bible, and the nun stepped forward to light an oil lamp.

Cecily followed closely, holding the purple-dyed cloth across her chest, her footprints uneven.

When the monk blew the horn, it startled away the unidentified birds in the distant mine, and the sound waves swept over.

Everyone held the cross to their chests, and torches were lit in response. As the sound rose to the edge of human hearing, it gradually became long and mournful.