Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She was somewhat incoherent, and Su Mian patted her back.

"Waaaaah, I was so scared! I... I can sleep in your room for the night."

"certainly."

Su Mian rubbed her fingers together, then suddenly looked at her. "Where did you see that just now? I'll go take a look."

"No...please stop, Evelyn."

Adele shook her head in disapproval, her body still trembling slightly, but the girl in front of her was determined. She took out a handkerchief and placed it in her palm.

"Don't worry, it's too late, you should go to sleep."

Goodnight, Adele.

Finally, Adele wiped away her tears, nodded slowly, somewhat admiring Su Mian's courage, "Okay, goodnight, Evelyn."

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The corridor was pitch black. Su Mian didn't see what Adele had mentioned, but she discovered something else.

Gold-framed oil paintings hang on both sides of the wall, mostly depicting naked babies with wings and gentle-looking young women.

Only one painting stands out from the rest: a harp lies alone in the very center of the painting, with nothing else painted around it.

Su Mian held up the oil lamp and observed carefully, but couldn't see anything strange. She leaned closer and tapped it, and her eyes widened instantly.

The interior is empty, which means there is a hidden door.

Su Mian immediately reached out to touch the oil painting and fiddle with the frame, but nothing happened. It was too late, so she had to give up.

The next morning, Su Mian was awakened by the sound of the morning prayer bells.

She sat up groggily, changed into her nun's habit, and followed a group of nuns to the prayer hall.

The air was cold, and the mist condensed into water droplets that slid down from the rose window, startling a few gray pigeons that were perched in the grooves of the flying buttresses.

Several monks wearing top hats stood in the choir seats at the east end, and the eternal flames were lit, giving the entire altar a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

An elderly figure in a black robe stood in the stone bell tower. Su Mian glanced sideways at him, noticed his gaze, and smiled and nodded at him.

Philip

[Advanced player, identity: Abbess of the monastery, Cecily's teacher, member of the Noble Council, upright and noble, stands up for the common people, and is a thorn in the side of many powerful figures.]

The two looked at each other to confirm each other's player identities, and then entered the church together.

The priest stood before the prayer table, holding the Bible in his hands, his demeanor solemn.

Su Mian found her spot, her skirt brushing against the wooden chair, and noticed a gaze fixed on her.

On the other side of the church stood a group of soldiers, their helmets tucked under their arms, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Su Mian saw Charlie, and Charlie was looking at her too.

He looked somewhat tired, gave her a forced smile, and then turned his head away.

Why would soldiers appear in a church for morning prayers?

"They are the city defense troops."

Philip appeared out of nowhere and slowly spoke beside Su Mian, "We'll be setting off next Sunday (next week)."

"I come to the bishop to pray for his protection."

Su Mian gazed at the armor.

One of the soldiers looked up and their eyes met hers in mid-air.

He was very young, perhaps even younger than Su Mian, around seventeen or eighteen years old, and already had some stubble on his chin.

But he quickly lowered his eyes again, his fingers stroking the hilt of the sword.

Anxiety and unease.

Although Su Mian has never experienced war, if he were to fight with this mindset, he would have little chance of winning.

The syllables of ancient Latin echoed beneath the dome, and the nuns' harmonies, as gentle as ever, drifted like flocks of doves flitting past stained-glass windows.

On the other side, the soldiers joined in with low, clumsy hums.

They were unfamiliar with the words and phrases; some paused midway, while others merely moved their lips.

Recite, be silent, begin the melody, then recite again.

The recitation was punctuated by faint coughs.

Everyone heard it.

Everyone continued reciting.

As the coughing grew louder, Su Mian turned to find the source of the sound and found several soldiers covering their mouths and coughing in hushed tones, just like she had seen in the newspaper that day.

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Those words about redemption and eternal life sound so distant and fragile now.

……

The morning prayers ended, and as the bells rang, the first rays of sunlight shone through the rose window, creeping inch by inch across the bench and finally landing on Su Mian's face.

The soldiers filed out, their armor clanging against the longswords at their waists.

She rushed forward and stopped Charlie, speaking directly to him.

"I know you tampered with the holy water to make it turn black, and I have an important clue to tell you."

She paused, "But in exchange, I want you and Duke Hill to reveal the truth about the holy water turning black, so that everyone will believe that the plague outbreak came from a virus rather than evil spirits."

A hint of surprise flashed in Charlie's eyes, as if he could hardly believe what Su Mian had said, but he still decided to test the waters first.

What clues can you provide?

"I know there's a hidden door in the hallway connecting the church to the bedroom, and what's inside is likely related to Cecily."

"I know how to open it, but it will take some time."

Charlie stared at her for a moment, then finally gave Su Mian a badge.

She took it, weighed it in her hand, and noticed its weight.

"Once you open that door and bring the badge to the front-line camp, we will help you."

The conservative remarks did not provide a clear answer.

Su Mian frowned, her lips pressed tightly together, and the air pressure noticeably dropped.

Tsk.

Stubborn to one's own opinion, utterly foolish.

Taking advantage of an important clue for free while reaping the benefits elsewhere is a typical tactic of delaying and shifting risk.

It seems like an exchange of conditions, but the initiative is still in the hands of this group of people. The lives of a group of people can't even be exchanged for a single clue.

For the first time, she couldn't control her temper and kicked Charlie's pants. It wasn't a big kick, but it was satisfying.

This kick immediately drew everyone's attention.

Charlie was kicked and swayed slightly, not from the pain, but because he was momentarily stunned by her sudden outburst of anger.

His serious expression cracked for a moment, but he lost his composure when he looked up and saw the beauty's angry face.

"you……"

"Are you crazy?! How dare you kick our commander?"

"presumptuous!"

Before Charlie could speak, the surrounding soldiers immediately erupted in chaos, shouting and drawing their longswords to point at Su Mian.

In the instant the blades were drawn, a shadow loomed overhead. The soldiers' eyes widened, and they frantically sheathed their swords, bowing their heads like quails.

"Master Father."

No one dared to look at the priest's face; they all lowered their heads, naturally unable to see the hand that was quietly holding the girl's slender waist.

"Save your strength for the battlefield, children. Being afflicted by the plague is no fun."

He might die any day now.

Cain didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Su Mian understood the implication and almost laughed out of turn.

The wicked aura emanating from him soothed the demon's taste buds once more, temporarily calming the furious girl down.

Su Mian: "I don't know what you're thinking, but I hope you'll keep your promise."

She grasped Cain's hand, which was resting on her waist, their fingers intertwined, like a seemingly noble but actually malicious couple.

"Charlie, I don't think you want to go to the battlefield before we find the real culprit, right?"

She left with a casual remark, then took Cain's hand and left the church.

But those words made Charlie's hand tremble slightly, as if they struck at his deepest fear.

Yes, he's a modern man, he's never been on a battlefield...