Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The guards and soldiers pinned them together.

Bloodshed was not advisable at the city gate, so the assassination order was not carried out immediately, but fear instantly filled the crowd.

After all, they had seen NPCs whose bodies were pierced due to the plague.

Sera covered her mouth in fright and pulled at Su Mian, whose brows were furrowed.

The horse-drawn carriage was urgently stopped. When passing farmers saw this scene, they marveled and, fiddling with their pipes, pushed the small cart, mixed with gravel and sand, into the town.

Adrian: "How could this be? Could there really be something wrong with the mine?"

"Remove 'no' from there; there's definitely a problem there."

Su Mian was pinned down, glancing sideways as she whispered to Adrian. The two of them hunched over and quietly moved closer.

"But there's something strange: only the player's forehead turned black, while the nun farmer who came with us was fine."

Adrian pressed his lips together. "Someone is targeting us."

"You two, we're about to die, what are you still discussing here?"

Bruce was getting impatient, and Adrian whispered something in his ear.

"They won't die, but those city-state players will definitely be found to be infected with the plague as well."

"There are too many people of different social classes and prominent status among us. This purification ceremony involves a complex and large system of people, and the soldiers will not act rashly."

Bruce relaxed a little after hearing Adrian's explanation.

Su Mian stumbled forward, almost falling over, and clicked her tongue as she looked down.

With difficulty, she turned her head, raised her moist eyes, and looked at the soldier escorting her.

"Sir, I have a bad back, and it's very uncomfortable for me to walk like this."

The soft, gentle voice entered the soldier's ears, and he immediately became nervous and at a loss. Even though he was wearing gloves, the girl's wrist in his hand became burning hot.

"Sorry, you can stand up straight, but don't let the leader see you."

She wouldn't be seen if she straightened up, after all, Su Mian is only 1.65 meters tall.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, her eyes crinkling slightly, and gave a perfunctory "thank you," before immediately reverting to her expressionless face.

Adrian and Bruce, standing beside him, watched this scene in astonishment, silently processing their shock on their own.

The soldiers led them to an isolation zone surrounded by iron fences.

The ground here is unrepaired, full of potholes, and several white ducks float in the puddles of mud.

Men, women, and children in striped isolation suits peered out of the window, and the sound of coughing could be heard from all sides. Soldiers shouted a few times to chase them away.

The nauseating smell of mold and mud mingled together, and the environment was so bad it was unbearable to look at. They were locked in a tall, dimly lit room with nothing but a few scattered white rattan chairs.

Bruce nudged Adrian on the shoulder.

"Hey, I just saw those people who were locked up, and they were all coughing to some extent."

"you mean……"

Bruce speculated, "Could this plague be some kind of pneumonia?"

"Yes," Su Mian continued, "it's pneumonia."

"Adrian's father was the first NPC to mention the plague pathogen, which gave us a clue."

"The plague outbreak was caused by a virus, not an evil spirit. The reason it broke out in Mill Ferry was because of the severe smog. People who live there for a long time are naturally susceptible to viral infections, which can lead to lung infections."

"Just then, a supernatural event occurred at Anvil Fortress, and everyone assumed it was caused by an evil spirit."

She paced around the room, drawing all eyes to her.

"Once the virus starts to spread, it will never stop. I am so sure because the people from the city-states did not wear veils, which also shows that only Mill Ferry has serious smog."

"And the fact that most people in the quarantine area were coughing is quite telling."

"Then how do you explain the holy water turning black?"

Adrian asked, but Su Mian had no clue either, and could only wait until the players from the city-state center were brought over before making any plans.

Dinner was a pot of brown rice porridge made with potatoes, cabbage, and carrots. The players were called out one by one for a full-body check-up and changed into isolation suits.

Su Mian grabbed one at random, but it turned out to be very large. The cuffs hung down softly, covering her fingertips, and the neckline almost slipped off her thin shoulders.

Adrian, who was in line for the check-up, stood behind Su Mian. He looked at the oblivious girl, hesitated to speak, and then looked away in embarrassment.

Finally, Sera found a paperclip and tucked Su Mian's collar in.

The group stayed in the quarantine area for three days, and could only go out for meals and inspections each day.

No useful information was obtained, and the city-state players were nowhere to be found.

Delay is torture, eroding the player's hope and rationality.

Su Mian's health was already poor, and the daily blood draws and the lack of nutrition severely damaged her body.

The needle marks on her fair wrists were red and conspicuous. The thin isolation suit couldn't keep out the cold wind, and the girl turned her back to cough again. Her thin shoulder blades looked like a pair of butterfly wings about to break.

Bruce finally snapped, "How long are they going to keep us here? We're practically sick from all this trouble! I've had enough!"

"put?"

The soldiers at the gate seemed to have heard a funny joke.

"To be infected with the plague is to die. You are being spared only because of the Father's mercy, which has delayed your sins."

"After the Baptismal Day, you will all go to meet your death."

Sera patted Su Mian's back, his eyes filled with fear, and asked Adrian, "When is Baptism Day?"

Adrian hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"...One day later."

"What?!?!"

"One day? Only one day left?!?"

A tall, bald player slammed his fist into the wall, his knuckles turning white instantly, startling everyone.

"I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have listened to you!"

He roared, his voice echoing in the dim yellow space.

The bald man rushed to Su Mian's side, his huge shadow enveloping her frail body.

Sera gasped in fright and tried to stop him, but he shoved her away roughly.

He grabbed Su Mian's shoulders with both hands and slammed her against the wall.

"It's all your fault! You've been silent all day, I thought you were so capable, but where are the clues? Where's the killer?!?!"

Taylor's spittle almost landed on Su Mian's face, and the blood vessels in his eyes were frighteningly red.

"You were fooled into obeying my every command with just a blueprint, how clever! Now things have gotten so bad that we're all doomed! Go ahead and cough it out! Just cough it out and die! We're all going to die sooner or later anyway!"

Su Mian's back slammed heavily against the stone wall with a dull thud.

The violent impact made her vision go black, and the cough that she had been suppressing suddenly rose in her throat. She curled up and coughed so hard it was heartbreaking.

She bit her lower lip, trying to swallow the metallic taste in her throat, but a trace of blood still seeped from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the dusty isolation suit, spreading into a small, shocking red patch.