Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

That night, the blood moon was ominous, and the fog was thick. A figure stood in the Garden of Repose.

The moonlight shone on her black hair, and her long eyelashes cast two small, trembling shadows under her eyes.

In this desolation and filth, it is like a white porcelain doll, dirtied and devoutly worshipped by fanatical believers.

As expected, there was no body; Sera had faked her death.

"Sera is Cecily's maid, and she may very well have returned to Taren with the truce agreement."

"Then, what should we do?"

Adele stamped her foot anxiously, but Adrian paused, "No wonder the war came early, because Taren was emboldened and the truce agreement was taken away."

"Yes, you should get to the docks as soon as possible. I suspect she'll try to smuggle herself back to Taren."

"What are you going to do?"

Adele's eyes flickered with worry, but Su Mian shook her head. "It's alright, I'll find a way back to the city-state. The truce agreement needs the signature of the noble council."

The two exchanged a glance, said hello, and reluctantly bid farewell to Su Mian before boarding the carriage together.

With a loud rumble, a downpour was imminent.

The rain rolled down the hillside, overturning the canvas awnings that hadn't yet been taken down in the market square, and the fountain in the center of the square began to splash water.

"This awful weather?! Does God know we're about to go to war?"

"Is rainwater erosion an indication that the city-state is about to collapse?"

"Don't say such unlucky things, the priest will protect us... but we're running out of food in the cellar, what if we really have to besiege the city?"

"Let them surround it then. My daughter was taken away by the plague long ago, so I have nothing to worry about."

Su Mian's ears twitched. She turned her head at the sound and found it was the old man who had taken her and Si Shi in the day before.

Su Mian lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, covered his head, and ran towards the horse market.

The torrential rain lashed the muddy streets like a thousand whips, and the horse market was already deserted.

The hitching post stood alone in the rain, with half a broken rein still wrapped around it.

"Is anyone there?" Her voice was swallowed by the sound of rain.

Su Mian ran towards the row of low stone houses at the end of the square, which were the cellars where horse traders stored their livestock.

Most of the wooden doors were locked, except for the last one, which was slightly ajar, with a faint light from the oil lamp shining through the crack.

Su Mian burst through the door.

The damp hay and the heat from the animals' bodies hit you in the face.

An old, hunchbacked groom was pouring the last handful of oats into the trough when he heard the sound. He turned around, his cloudy eyes filled with weariness and impatience.

"That's it for closing time, young lady." He waved his withered hand as if shooing away flies. "The city garrison requisitioned all the livestock that could run this morning, and the rest... you've seen them."

He pointed to a corner where an old horse was curled up, its ribs bony, its eyes clouded, breathing heavily under the oil lamp.

Su Mian did not move.

Rain dripped from her forehead, sliding down her tightly pursed lips. She untied her soaked coarse cloth outer robe and took out an oil lamp from the innermost layer of her clothing.

The flickering lamplight cast a swaying shadow in the old man's suddenly contracting pupils.

The lamp with olive branches engraved on the wall is the coat of arms of the Hill family, and it was the lamp that Adrian gave Su Mian on her first day here.

"I want a fine horse." She held the oil lamp up to the old man's eyes. "Now."

"you……"

How do you know the horse farm owner?

He didn't ask the question in the end; seeing the girl's anxious expression, he sighed.

"...the deepest part of the cellar." The old man, his voice hoarse and his back hunched, turned around and took a bunch of rusty keys from the wall.

"There was a gray horse, which was... meant for the messenger, but it was fierce and broke the arms of three horse trainers..."

His voice trailed off, almost a murmur, "God is my witness, this wasn't my idea..."

Su Mian had already followed him deeper into the cellar.

She saw it behind piles of hay and rotten wooden fences.

A tall Andalusian horse with a dark grey coat and strong leg muscles.

It stood alone in the spacious compartment, untethered, and when it heard voices, it simply turned its neck, its dark eyes reflecting the lights and the visitors.

It snorted and pawed the ground restlessly with its front hooves.

Su Mian walked straight over.

The old man took a step back in surprise: "Wait! It will—"

Before he could finish speaking, his words were completely stuck in his throat. He saw the girl raise her hand, and the gray horse ran over affectionately to rub against it, its tongue wetting Su Mian's hand.

Why are all the aliens contained in the instance so friendly to you?

4399 was completely baffled. The same thing happened with the Ghost Ferryman in the last dungeon. It was really strange. Su Mian was stunned for a moment.

"I didn't know it was an alien; I just sensed that it wasn't hostile, so I put my hand on it."

【Hmm! That must be Mianmian's personal charm!】

[I just checked the system; it's called the Undying Horse. It feeds on human blood, and when it gains enough energy, it can purify itself and grow wings.]

"Do you have a knife?"

As soon as 4399 finished speaking, Su Mian turned to ask the coachman.

【Ahhh, Mianmian, don't be impulsive! Just treat it like a normal horse for traveling, no need to form a contract!!!】

Ke Su Mian didn't say anything, but used the knife the coachman handed her to make a cut in her palm.

He was in so much pain that his face contorted for a second, but he quickly composed himself.

She offered her palm to the immortal horse, which licked it. The warmth spread through her palm until the blood dried, and then its head slowly lowered, signifying submission.

The coachman, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded. When he came to his senses, he quickly went to get the saddle.

"Um... Miss, you can do it yourself."

Su Mian took the saddle, buckled the leather belt into the buckle, and the metal made a soft sound.

She mounted her horse.

Looking down at the old man one last time, she thanked him.

She gently nudged the horse's belly, and the horse, still alive, raised its head and shot out of the gate like an arrow, crashing through the rain and rushing towards the town's only gate.

The soldiers at the town gate were idly chewing on foxtail grass when a horse suddenly appeared out of the rain.

He immediately stood up and rushed forward to stop her; a black-haired girl wrapped in a cloak was sitting on the horse.

"Why is it you again? Didn't I tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl took off her hood.

A pair of cold yet alluring eyes stared at him, like the gaze of a god unintentionally lowering his head, stingy, indifferent, as if bestowing charity.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had changed instantly.

As the rain disappeared, he found himself in a tavern that was both strange and familiar, and the memories of his dead life instantly came flooding back.

A bottle hit him on the head.

"You stinking dog, pay me back!"

"You piece of trash, you dare come here? What? Still not satisfied?"

"No...no..."

His words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word. He wanted to scream but also wanted to drown. He was about to suffocate.

He suddenly roared, shattering the scene. He lost his balance and fell into a puddle. The gate was already deserted.

"A hallucination...a hallucination."

Meanwhile, Su Mian had already left the city gates and was rushing to the city-state without stopping.

Although she had only traveled this route twice, and both times she had been in a carriage, Su Mian was confident that she could arrive by tomorrow morning, thanks to her excellent memory.