Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian's forehead gently rested against his chest, and in his lowered gaze, he saw the top of her soft hair and the slightly reddened tips of her ears.

He paused for a moment, wanting to place his hand on hers, but heard the person in his arms speak awkwardly.

"Don't move."

Upon hearing this, Cain slowly lowered his hand. He knew that it was the girl's "reward" to him, a bargaining chip to exchange for clues.

Cain's hand finally fell to his side on the lawn. He knew everything, and he felt annoyed, but he didn't know where his anger came from.

He pinched her expressionless yet lively and alluring cheek and brought it closer.

"A hug isn't enough for me, darling."

He lowered his voice, his breath brushing against her eyelashes and landing on her pink lips.

Su Mian stared at him without saying a word, her lips pressed tightly together.

Cain understood. Although there was some anger in those beautiful eyes, there was no resistance. Like a proud, bristling kitten, he nervously awaited the kiss.

"How greedy..."

The soft, delicate sound was swallowed between the lips, and slightly dry, thin lips pressed against it.

Su Mian was lifted up by his chin, and in that instant, the wind ruffled her hair, which brushed against the back of his hand.

Her fair and delicate face flushed instantly, and her body went limp and hot amidst a series of smacking sounds. Finally, she was effortlessly laid down in the lavender field, the trembling of the grass roots tickling her ears.

"That's enough... um—"

The girl's body tensed as she was pressed down, and a large palm stroked her waist, slowly stopping after hearing Su Mian's intermittent breathing.

He lowered his gaze to her unfocused eyes, then moved closer, pressing his fingertips against her chin, forcing her to open her mouth slightly, but only gave her a light, fleeting kiss, without going any further.

The teasing, which kept her at arm's length, made her already groggy mind even more confused.

She began to respond proactively, pulling Cain down by his hair and whimpering as she demanded to continue.

The haphazard hints led to unbridled behavior after the promise was made, and their lips finally parted, revealing a beautiful silver thread.

"Good girl."

He leaned down, tracing the contours of her cheek with his lips and breath, kissing and biting her reddened earlobe. Su Mian trembled uncontrollably, swallowing unconsciously.

A pair of intertwined figures melted together in the flower field, temporarily forgetting everything and immersing themselves in a desire that seemed both fleeting and eternal.

As dusk settled, the last rays of light on the horizon were swallowed up.

The church bells rang out just then, waking the two people in the field.

Su Mian suddenly pushed Cain away, covering her swollen mouth and panting.

Although Su Mian wasn't old-fashioned, she admitted that she had just enjoyed it a bit, but she was still annoyed at how she had become addicted.

A signal of satiation came from her brain, and she regained her calm expression, though the tips of her ears still lingered with a warm, moist sensation.

Cain made no further demands, but simply watched quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his amber pupils filled with complex and obscure emotions.

A mad priest who was seduced into depravity by a demonic nun certainly fits the character description.

But why would a judge who sees through humanity be tempted?

How did these little tricks that you used to think were silly manage to drive you to the point of losing control?

Are you acting, or have you already become immersed in the role?

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Today is the deadline for players of Mill Ferry, and Su Mian was already in the corridor before the sky was even bright.

He played the piece on the harp again, and this time, the hidden door opened.

Su Mian let out a long sigh, put down her harp, and went alone.

Inside was a cobweb-covered corner of books, with only a half-burnt white candle on the desk, indicating it had been abandoned for a long time.

There was an oil painting hanging in the middle of the wall. Su Mian walked up to it and her eyes widened instantly.

The painting depicts a panoramic view of the Anvil Fortress. Over time, the colors have darkened, but every rock and every corner remains vivid.

The mine's dome is depicted with extremely fine brushstrokes, outlining rugged rocks, with every protrusion and depression clearly drawn.

Her fingertips touched the top of the mine, her breathing became rapid, and Su Mian suddenly took two steps back, turned to the side, lit half a candle, and the light slanted onto the canvas.

The light passed over her shoulder, casting faint shadows in the mine area of ​​the painting.

Amidst the textures of those rock strata, several twisted shadows, each the size of a baby's fist, hang precisely above the shoulders of the miners in the painting.

Images flashed through my mind of the mine: dim light, panicked faces, and the lingering "ghostly shadow" on my shoulder.

The rumors about the stillborn baby are false.

A reflection, just a reflection.

The strangely shaped rocks on the top of the mine were not formed naturally, but were deliberately created by someone.

The night watchman blows his horn; the morning prayers are about to begin.

She quickly pulled open the drawer, inside which were scattered several coins and a piece of parchment, with a red stamp faintly visible, which looked like a pass.

Su Mian first put the pass aside and carefully examined the few coins.

Those who have lived in Vebens for a long time know what a unified currency looks like; it is not the currency of the city-state at all.

She looked at the dusty parchment again, gently brushed it aside, revealing the Latin text at the top.

Pass.

Su Mian had some vague guesses, but couldn't be completely sure. She took the clues to a stableman at the market and asked him to take her to the front-line camp.

The coachman looked strange, but he didn't say anything after receiving a large sum of money.

After traveling for most of the day, the surrounding environment became desolate, and Su Mian could vaguely see smoke rising in the distance.

Towering city walls appeared on the sand dunes, and on the ancient brick castle, scarlet battle flags fluttered wildly in the wind and sand.

The soldiers at the gate stopped Su Mian, but she took out the medal Charlie had given her from her sleeve and was immediately allowed to pass.

The watchtowers and fortresses were connected, and soldiers stood in neat rows, patrolling past the arena, while the camp met the distant ocean.

The clouds hung low, and the faint light that pierced through barely illuminated the towering ruins of the city.

Half of the cloud-covered wall was eroded by weeds, their wildly growing roots sinking into the barren and cracked earth.

Before seeing Charlie, Su Mian first saw Tiffany, the herbalist she hadn't seen in a long time. She was sitting under a thatched hut with a flag hanging on it, bandaging the wounds of a wounded soldier.

"Where is Charlie?"

Tiffany was somewhat surprised when she saw Su Mian. She stopped what she was doing and pointed to another spot.

"He's on the city wall."

Tiffany hesitated, but Su Mian didn't give her another glance and turned to go up the stairs to the city wall.

Charlie was quite surprised to see the clues Su Mian brought. He stared at the coins and examined them repeatedly.

"This...this seems to be Taren's currency."

Su Mian stared intently at him, then handed the parchment to Charlie, an idea gradually forming in her mind.

"You mean Cecily? Could she be a Taren?"