Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Tiffany was stunned. After the war, it was true that she, Charlie, and Duncan were inexplicably taken there.

For three consecutive days, the three of them were required to scoop water from the ditch under the midday sun, carry it to another location, and use a brush to clean the moss.

The main problem was that beggars were relieving themselves there. The next day, Tiffany almost fainted, but was woken up by the foreman who was supervising her with a stick.

Just when Tiffany and the other two were almost driven insane by their torture, they were released.

When I came to my senses, I saw Adele resting her chin on her hand again.

"Evening is a person who is both loving and a savior, but she is also vindictive and impatient with everyone."

She looked at Tiffany and the other two, "So, in terms of her actions, she has already forgiven you, but if you really want to apologize, then apologize properly to her."

On the other side, in the palace courtyard on the first floor, a clear pond is nestled among flowers and trees, with water lilies floating on its surface.

The central fountain splashes up tiny specks of light, and carved stone flowerpots stand by the pool, filled with clusters of pink and purple flowers.

Vines and flowers entwine around it, creating a hazy and dreamlike atmosphere. Two figures intertwine within the arcade, with the girl's black hair cascading over the masked man's shoulders and neck.

"...Put me down."

Su Mian's voice was thick with nasal tone, and she protested groggily with her eyes half-closed.

"When you were surrounded by a group of soldiers, your steps were unsteady and your face was flushed. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had lost your mind because of lust."

Su Mian said with a straight face, "I just have a fever."

He chuckled softly and placed the girl on the carved railing of the arcade, her back tickled by the leaves of the rose bushes behind her.

Su Mian shifted uncomfortably, suddenly losing her balance, and could only place one hand on the man's head.

The red hair wasn't as firm as I'd imagined; it was rather soft and felt very comfortable to touch.

A silk ribbon covered her eyes, and her mind went blank; she didn't immediately resist.

"...What are you going to do?"

"I wonder if Miss Detective remembers."

His voice rose from the bottom up, and it was clear that the person had removed his mask.

Realizing this, Su Mian became somewhat nervous. Her dangling feet had no support, so she could only sway and try to press herself against the man's body.

"You were injured and unconscious in the last dungeon, and I was the one who healed you. The method of healing was..."

"My saliva."

Su Mian's mind went blank for a moment, then she suddenly remembered many fragmented memories—the injury on her ankle… So that's how it was…

"so what?"

Su Mian pretended to be calm, but she felt cool, slender fingers grasp her calf and slowly move upwards.

"Hmm... Immortal Horse told me that your thighs and tailbone are worn out."

"If I don't recover quickly, I'll be carrying these wounds again in the next dungeon."

Realizing what Si Shi wanted to do, her breathing became erratic, and she struggled to get off the platform, supporting herself on her arms.

"No……"

Before a complete sentence could be uttered, it was easily taken back.

"Isn't this a plea for the devil's protection?"

His high, straight nose was already pressed against the soft heel of Su Mian's leg, and his breath sent shivers down one's spine. His hand forcefully pushed one side away.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, Mianmian."

"Hmm—"

Su Mian's eyes widened, her whole body trembled, and she covered her mouth with her hand, swallowing the words she was about to say.

He held the girl's thigh with one hand and supported her waist with the other to prevent Su Mian from falling. The strange posture left Su Mian's mind in a daze.

His head was inside her skirt.

That's so strange.

The warm touch carried an electric current, sucking, pausing, penetrating deeper, and she could faintly feel the sharp teeth pricking her skin.

Although she was only wandering in the injured area and was just a step away from stepping into the forbidden temple, a burning and tingling sensation swept over her entire body. Her sleepiness was aroused, causing her to straighten her instep. She was confused and helpless and wanted to lift her leg, but it was pressed down.

"9-11 AM"

The shout, accompanied by distorted panting, successfully stopped the person from speaking. The person looked at her blankly, as if they really didn't understand anything and were just treating her.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"You...did this on purpose?"

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he blinked, shook his head, and smiled at her from behind the mask.

"It's an honor to have such a strong reaction from you, Miss Detective."

Without giving Su Mian any time to react, he tied her hands and pinned her against a carved stone pillar.

Her black hair covered her profile, revealing only the tip of her small nose glistening with sweat. Her body slumped unconsciously, soft and hazy.

His back was completely exposed to his view, and Si Shi subtly bared his teeth.

Su Mian buried her face in her elbows, giving up completely.

"Hurry up."

"Hmm, surprisingly he didn't get angry at me."

His voice became a little hoarse.

"If you say anything more, things might change."

Su Mian gritted his teeth. From Si Shi's perspective, all he could see was Su Mian's puffed-up profile. He curved his lips into a smile, reached out and hooked Su Mian's clothes, leaving only his keen sense of touch and amplified senses.

The moment her lips touched mine, her morbid habit of suppressing her emotions shattered completely, and she gasped with a threat.

"If you dare to go any further, I'll kill you."

The unease made it impossible for her to hide everything with a cold mask anymore.

"Um."

A casual reply infuriated Su Mian. She was about to unleash the filth that was swirling in her mind, but in the next instant, her words took a turn for the worse.

Almost.

Just a little bit more...

But he stopped.

"Evening, you are not allowed to use foul language."

He seemed to have reverted to that hypocritical godfather, indulging in morbid pleasure.

……

At 9:00 AM, he lowered the girl's hem and looked at the wet kitten with its face pressed against the stone pillar, completely lost in thought. His secret desire was completely satisfied.

He gently stroked the girl's hair, as if it were after the event.

"That's more like it. If you have a temper, just express it. Why keep it bottled up?"

"..."

Su Mian didn't want to speak, her eyes lowered and her breathing rapid. "You seem to know I'm sick."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only the sound of the fountain. Fireflies flew by, and Si Shi slowly withdrew his smile.

"I have no idea."

All I know is that Mianmian, like me, wears a mask.

"They just wouldn't take it off."

……

……

Night is falling.

She squatted by the spring for a long time, as if she was trying to calm herself down, but it seemed like she wasn't thinking about anything at all.

The wound healed in less than half an hour after being licked, but she was unable to take a single step.

No matter how difficult the case script is, she can figure it out after analyzing the logic for three to five days. But when she thinks about Si Shi, her brain is about to overload and explode.

Do you regret linking your account?

It does not seem.

Do you feel disgusted by his touch?

It seems not.

It wasn't until the guests began to leave the palace that Su Mian came to her senses and stood up.

She was about to leave when she stopped at the carved armrest she had just been standing on.

There was a picture frame made of Phoebe zhennan wood, with a snow-white feather inlaid in the very center of the frame.

The tear was stitched up with fine thread, making it impossible to tell anything was wrong.