Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

After the morning prayers, Su Mian quickly returned to the corridor.

She obtained all the sheet music commonly used by bishops in prayers or ceremonies from Philip, and selected pieces that used the harp.

Judging from the harp in the photo, the harp doesn't seem to be of very good quality; some of the strings show signs of wear on the plating, something she noticed when she first saw the painting.

Only through frequent contact between the fingers and the strings, especially the friction between the fingernails and fingertips, will this metallic coating gradually wear away.

The strings that were worn away were located in the upper middle part of the instrument, and there were also a few special single strings.

Based on all the musical scores, the harp in this realistic painting is the result of playing the same piece of music for an extended period of time.

The musical score that matches this result is...

Su Mian spread out the sheet music on the floor and picked up the one in the very center.

Hymn to the Virgin

So here comes a new problem.

If the condition for opening the hidden door is playing this piece of music, how can she open it?

She doesn't play the harp.

In order to speed things up while keeping a low profile, Su Mian found a mediocre pianist on the streets of the city and immediately went to the corridor to play after learning the instrument.

Her fingers were still clumsy, like a beginner, and the force with which she plucked the strings was a little stiff.

When the music ended, she held her breath and looked at the wall with the old oil painting hanging on it.

Nothing happened.

Su Mian's heart sank. Had she made a mistake in her judgment?

Just as she was frowning in thought, a gentle voice came from one side of the corridor, with a slight echo.

"Your rhythm is off."

Su Mian suddenly turned her head.

In the deep shadows of the corridor, Cain stood silently, unnoticed.

A sliver of light fell through the crack in the window onto his shoulder, giving his white robe a gentle and ethereal divine quality.

He approached slowly with a smile.

"Without the right rhythm, you can't get a response from God." His voice was deep and pleasant.

Cain's gaze fell on the sheet music in her hand, then moved to her face.

"What you need to do is not play, but awaken."

He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently stroking above the harp.

"I can teach you, but... this isn't the right place for a classroom."

He didn't give Su Mian a chance to ask more questions, but simply turned slightly to the side and made a "please" gesture.

Su Mian hesitated for a moment, then nodded after weighing her options.

What happened next was beyond Su Mian's imagination.

Cain did not take her to any church chambers or libraries, but led her through an inconspicuous little door in the backyard onto a winding path filled with unknown wildflowers.

The air gradually became fresh and crisp, carrying the scent of flowers and earth.

When they reached the summit, Su Mian couldn't help but hold her breath.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

Lavender fields stretch all the way to the horizon.

As dusk approached, the setting sun sank slowly and magnificently toward the western mountains.

The pupils reflected the setting sun, a huge, burning golden halo that was igniting the peaks of the snow-capped mountains opposite.

Golden light flowed, covering the entire mountain ridge, as if a god were holding a giant candle, and the magnificent sunset light poured down, coating the swaying lavender fields with a flowing, warm halo.

The air was filled with the crisp fragrance of lavender and the strange warmth of the setting sun.

Romantic and illusory

Su Mian was stunned for a moment. Cain stood beside her, his tall figure elongated by the setting sun, lightly overlapping with her shadow.

"Now, relax your breathing and forget the fingering you've learned."

His voice sounded exceptionally clear in the warm breeze.

He didn't touch the strings; he simply guided the discussion with words, explaining in a concise and precise manner.

Regarding how breath influences wrist strength, how pauses create suspense and anticipation, and the dialogue between calls and responses hidden deep within the rhythm.

"Very good," he suddenly changed the subject as Su Mian, under his guidance, gradually played a melody that was much smoother and more vivid than before. "Eve Ning, close your eyes."

His voice drew closer, and he whispered in her ear.

Warm palms covered her eyes, amplifying her senses, and she could hear her own heartbeat slowly rising.

"Imagine this land beneath your feet, covered in lavender, suddenly engulfed in smoke and fire..."

He was like a calm and unfathomable elder, his voice low and slow, yet it seemed to revive that illusory and terrifying history.

"What you smell is no longer the fragrance of flowers, but scorched earth and gunpowder; what you hear is no longer the sound of wind and birdsong, but wails and the neighing of warhorses."

"What you see is no longer a sunset over a golden mountain, but broken walls and ruins, a sky stained red with blood and fire..."

Su Mian's fingertips trembled involuntarily, and an abrupt glissando appeared in the piano music.

Suddenly, swords and warhorses appeared in the empty, dark vision, a chaotic flurry of movement, like entering an absurd yet real nightmare.

The long sword stabbed fiercely at Su Mian, blood staining her entire pupils, and a strong sense of discomfort and resistance welled up in her heart.

Despair, pain, fear.

"Well……"

She struggled to get up, panting softly.

"Evening, good girl, calm down."

The hand covering her eyes didn't move away, and the thumb of the other hand pressed against her trembling lips, preventing her from screaming and forcing her to whimper like a cub.

The gentle, low-pitched coaxing made the girl temporarily stop struggling, and she unconsciously curled up her legs.

Cain lowered his eyes, staring at his fingers stained with a trace of saliva and the girl's lips, which were reddened from being rubbed, suppressing his inappropriate desires.

"Don't be afraid, what you're seeing is just an illusion. Now, play the piano."

"……Um."

Her voice was a little hoarse, so she took a deep breath and focused.

Almost simultaneously, the strings in her hands seemed to be drawn by an invisible force.

The originally soothing and exploratory melody suddenly became urgent and sharp, full of warnings and questions.

Her fingers moved quickly across the strings, pouring all her sudden shock and disbelief into the music.

After several soaring melody climaxes, the image gradually disappears. Cain's hand has been released at some point, and Su Mian has not opened her eyes.

The melody softened and became peaceful again, accompanied by the rustling of the wind through the lavender fields and the last golden light gradually cooling off the distant snow-capped peaks.

The sun has set.

The song ended.

Su Mian breathed slightly, looking at her hands, somewhat bewildered by the out-of-control performance she had just given.

"It may not be appropriate to say this, but I think you played better and bolder than Cecily."

The sudden silence brought a slight ringing in his ears. Su Mian blinked his moist eyes and it took him a while to shift his gaze from the sunset over the golden mountain to Cain's face.

The man raised an eyebrow, his sculpted jawline tilting slightly upwards, his white hair taking on a warm hue, giving him a truly otherworldly, divine quality.

"What? Don't you believe me? Or don't you believe what I teach you will come in handy...?"

Before the last two words could be uttered, a faint scent of green apples wafted over, causing his pupils to tremble slightly.

Warmth and softness unexpectedly crashed into his arms.