Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She calmed down for a moment, then lay down quietly. Surprisingly, she couldn't hear any breathing. She was momentarily surprised, but then she was already under the covers.

While trying to fall asleep, she found herself thinking about many things.

Why is it that after encountering the hour of Si (9-11 AM), many emotions that had never appeared before, or that she disdained to express, became the norm?

Su Mian's consistent "protective coloration" is her high degree of self-control and rationality, while the unusual "energy field" and aggression of Si Shi make her repeatedly switch between vigilance and willfulness.

[To eliminate the inhibitory effect.]

An untimely electronic voice rang out, startling Su Mian, who was taken aback by the voice of 4399.

This refers to the situation where, in an environment where one feels absolutely safe, social inhibitions are lifted, allowing one to express their most authentic and even childlike side. This phenomenon is often seen in avoidant attachment personalities...

...?

"4399, what are you doing?"

【Ah Mianmian, I'm taking a compulsory course on human emotions. Am I disturbing you?】

It apologized, turned off the recording, and then went off to do something else.

Su Mian was left alone in silence under the covers.

Tsk.

Forget it.

go to bed.

……

Half-asleep, the system's voice suddenly rang out.

[Ding-dong – Random level event triggered, trigger level: B, trigger range: Mill Ferry –]

Before the message could finish loading, it suddenly froze, followed by a few static noises, and then abruptly changed its tone.

[Only two players were detected in the current area; the event cannot be completed and is cancelled.]

With a few crackling sounds, it went completely silent. The soundly sleeping Su Mian was unaware of what had happened; she merely frowned and continued to sleep.

-

As the darkness slowly subsided, the first rays of light rose from the sea, and the sounds of horses' hooves and human voices gradually filled the air from the dock.

A hawker, pulling his goods and speaking in broken English, tried to attract attention. A white figure darted across the street, bumping into many passersby. Several people turned around and muttered curses.

The Vebens Merchants Guild.

"Snap—"

The woman, wearing a Hanning hat, her face obscured by a veil, slammed the Tarun currency onto the table.

The smoking sailors raised their cloudy eyes, slowly put the money into their pockets, and handed her a boat ticket, saying in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Miss, this is the last ticket you've bought."

He exhaled a smoke ring, rested his elbow on the oil drum, and looked towards the distant frontline camp.

"Once Easter is over this year, this ship will no longer exist in the world."

On the other side, in the center of the city-state of Vebens, all the players had not been separated for long before they were immediately teleported to another location.

Adrian was still basking in the anger of being threatened by the city-state players. In a daze, he suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking.

They were thrown into a giant ancient Roman amphitheater embedded in a mountain, where the circular stands were packed with spectators.

Figures clad in cloaks or armor moved about, as if a grand competition was about to unfold.

Welcome to this random level event: Doom Shooting Range

The figure speaking came from high above the arena. Everyone looked up and saw a little girl with a huge antelope horn on her head floating in the air.

Wearing a blood-red cheongsam and her signature white mask, she greeted the players.

"It's the DM of the Twelve Hours Arbitration Committee, at the hour of Wei (1-3 PM)

Charlie spoke, and the players' expressions turned serious. Tiffany turned her head, her brows furrowed, "Isn't this DM supposed to be at 9 AM? Why is she here?"

Adrian and his group of low-level players beside him looked confused, completely unaware of what they were talking about.

DM, as if knowing what they were going to ask, covered his mouth with his mask and chuckled, the laughter spreading throughout the arena.

"Brother Si Shi has something to do for the time being, so he asked me to play games with you guys."

She snapped her fingers, and a huge target rose from the ground in the center of the arena, with the bullseye facing all the players.

In an instant, a scarlet number appeared above everyone's head; some had "1" above theirs, others had "10".

"The rules of the game are very simple, as you can see."

At some point, Wei Shi had somehow gotten to the top of the target wall, crossed his legs, and scanned the players with their various expressions.

"Everyone has a number above their head, and everyone except yourselves can see this number."

"That's your death ring number. It means that if you shoot the player whose ring number is above their own, they will die instantly. If you shoot any other ring number, they will survive. But you can only shoot each ring once."

"Then we'll just tell each other, won't that solve the problem?"

Duncan clasped his hands in a fist salute. He was very confident in his archery skills and was eager to try, but unexpectedly, the girl at the top stared straight at him, sending a chill down his spine.

The thought that this DM is actually an old witch who likes to steal the faces of pretty players is terrifying.

He vaguely remembered feeling nauseous for an entire day when he turned to that page of information and saw the prototype of this arbitrator.

"Class A cases are never that easy."

Charlie glanced at him and retorted.

"Yes, that's right. Although you can tell each other, the ring count here is only ten rings."

Her words were a wake-up call for everyone. If each round could only take one person, and they had 28 people, it meant that 18 people would have to be eliminated.

The crowd erupted in uproar. Some new players couldn't take it and started crying, while the advanced players also looked serious.

"The weapons racks are now open."

As soon as DM finished speaking, Duncan rushed forward and snatched the heaviest longbow and an arrow.

The others acted quickly as well; Tiffany chose an arrow with neat fletching.

Seeing Adrian's grim expression, Adele patted him on the back and went over to him.

Do you believe me?

Adrian nodded without hesitation, and the two looked up at each other in unison.

"1"

"2"

As the two were exchanging information, a cry of surprise came from the other side, and someone had already shot the first arrow.

Everyone's attention shifted to the bald Tyler who didn't talk much, with the number "3" marked on his head, and he hit the 10 ring.

"I'll take the hardest one first, the rest are up to you."

"Holy crap..."

Someone swore, and everyone looked at him with newfound respect.

To shoot an arrow without exchanging information is practically gambling with one's life.

Although there was only a one in ten chance of dying, when it came to life and death, who would dare to act rashly?

This decisive arrow not only brought Taylor back to life, but also made the atmosphere even more tense.

Seizing the initiative is very important.

Having realized this, Adrian did not hesitate to shoot an arrow, deliberately aiming it slightly off the edge, thus gaining a point.

He not only secured the spot, but also prevented Adele from dying.