Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"I'm used to being sick. No matter how much I vent my emotions, I can't stop it. So over time, I stopped wanting to make any expressions. I know it's useless."

She knew it was useless, that everything was in vain, that it was fate, an inescapable eternal nightmare.

So she stopped saying anything meaningless. Gradually, she began to feel inexplicably annoyed by the people and things around her, and over time she became indifferent and numb.

If the illness continues to plague her, it seems she can't shake off her inner demons either.

This completely stumped Dr. Ma, as she knew that whenever Su Mian said these words, their treatment would have to be temporarily suspended.

Aside from the countless times he had to remind her to take the medicine, and the utterly meaningless platitudes, Dr. Ma didn't know what else to say.

This is indeed an unsolvable problem.

Because fate gave her this body, it's up to her own destiny whether she can break free or fall into it.

Hard to say.

It's hard to say.

-

In the following days, Tian Nuan didn't cause any trouble, and the two of them shared a room like normal roommates. However, she could sense that Tian Nuan was intentionally or unintentionally targeting her.

For example, she might suddenly take out a small snake and play with it when she enters the dormitory. She doesn't mind if someone in the dormitory keeps animals, but this situation is clearly deliberate.

So without hesitation, she reported it to the instructor and had Tian Nuan's little snake taken away. From then on, Tian Nuan looked at her even more blatantly.

She's even too lazy to maintain her sweet girl persona anymore, and often acts sarcastic and unpleasant.

"Mianmian, you're so lucky that your mom sends you things every few days."

"You're not a mama's girl, are you?"

"If you can't even take care of yourself in college, you'll be a laughing stock."

Su Mian opened the imported eye drops that Qin Zheng had bought from who-knows-where. Hearing this, she glanced at her. Tian Nuan was busy with her PPT and smiled at her with her head tilted.

"Sorry, I'm not as free as you. I have a lot of things to do in the student council, and I subconsciously brought my emotions from there over here."

Su Mian turned her gaze back to Su Mian. "Oh, then you're really pitiful."

"My parents don't care about anything; it's like they're dead."

"puff-"

Qiao Yinuo, who had been lying in bed pretending to be dead, finally couldn't take it anymore.

Although she didn't know what grudge the two had against each other, to hear Su Mian say such vicious words in her lifetime was enough to make her life worthwhile.

"you!"

Tian Nuan stared at Su Mian in disbelief, her lips trembling with anger. She'd actually been cursed! What a bitch!

She slammed the laptop shut, grabbed her briefcase, and left. Before leaving, she kicked the door. Qiao Yinuo watched the show for a while before finally peeking out from behind the curtain.

"So this is how you treat people you dislike."

She looked delighted and said with a playful smile, "I always thought you hated me."

Su Mian calmly tidied her desk. "You're better than her."

-

The calico cat that I fed before winter break came to visit me again, occasionally squatting at the door and meowing. I instinctively started rummaging through the snack box to see if there was anything I could feed it.

The dormitory manager downstairs said that its name was Little White Dove. Su Mian was stunned when she heard this name, which reminded her of many things, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Who named it?"

The dormitory manager shook his head and said he didn't know.

She didn't investigate further and began feeding the kitten more and more skillfully every day after that, even buying a bag of cat food and a bag of freeze-dried food online.

So, it's been a long time since she's spent any money on murder mystery games.

Her addiction had recently subsided considerably, but when she thought of another murder mystery game, she lost consciousness and fainted instantly.

-

"In ancient times, every scholar had a teacher."

"A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts."

If Su Mian hadn't already finished high school, she would have almost thought she had been reborn.

The next sentence comes naturally in my mind as soon as the previous one comes out, without me even having to think about it.

With the groundwork laid in the previous two times, Su Mian was no longer in a hurry to open her eyes, listening to the sounds coming from her mind.

Welcome back to the endless murder mystery game!

The electronic voice spoke, and the surroundings instantly fell silent, but the next sentence made Su Mian's heart skip a beat.

You are the murderer in this game.

It was her in this match.

Su Mian couldn't quite describe her feelings. In the past, when playing murder mystery games, she couldn't wait to be the murderer, and she had never failed when she was the murderer.

But now she's in an infinite flow world. If she's discovered, she'll face the price of death. She doesn't have the high points that high-level players have, and she can't even be resurrected by suicide.

However, having already played the game three times, I wouldn't say I was particularly nervous.

The killer player will enter the game earlier than regular players to familiarize themselves with the crime scene and relationships between characters, thus avoiding revealing their identity due to mistakes during the game.

The system allows players to develop their own strategies within a controlled scope and based on existing resources. Furthermore, clues can be hidden but cannot be destroyed.

[Now recording the scenario for the player.]

……

Su Mian's mind stirred, and she opened her eyes to a familiar yet strange scene. In reality, she had only left this place two years ago.

A striking banner with red background and white lettering was hung above the blackboard.

"On the day of passing the imperial examination, youth forges a glorious chapter."

There are 10 days left until the college entrance examination.

Su Mian stood in the last row, in a small corner by the window. Her thick bangs and glasses obscured her vision as she strained to look towards the front door.

A middle-aged man in a striped shirt stood at the door, staring at them with a blank expression. He yawned occasionally, but was immediately swallowed up by the noisy reading.

Everything seemed normal, which even gave Su Mian a sense of fear that the college entrance examination was just around the corner.

She shuddered and decided to stop recalling those things.

[Your name is Chi Luoyi. You are taciturn, shy, and reserved, but you are hardworking and consistently rank among the top three in your class.]

Su Mian's eye twitched. Trying hard... right?

She looked down at a love letter tucked inside her Chinese textbook, her fingertips still lingering on the last line of the letter.

Zhou Ye, please be with me.

These words were written extremely lightly, revealing no intention or impulse to confess, but rather... a hint of fear?

The system seemed to know what she was going to say, and began to tell her story in a slow and deliberate manner. But this time, its tone was even more sinister, and it didn't sound like it was telling a beautiful story of unrequited love in youth.

Yesterday, you confessed your feelings to Zhou Ye, the top student in the entire grade. You've liked him for a long time, but even a prominent figure like Zhou Ye has never given you a second glance.

He's reliable, outstanding, an unattainable prodigy, but in ten days, you won't see him again.

You decide to take the gamble. You don't expect him to agree; you just hope to avoid regrets.

So, after school, you found him in the tool shed of the class next door.

Su Mian felt something was off as soon as she heard the location, and subconsciously swallowed.

You nervously step forward, struggling to find the right words, and call his name, whispering the sentence aloud.

Zhou Ye, I like you!

He had his back to you but didn't turn around for a long time. You called his name several times, wondering if he was angry.

I cautiously approached him and patted his shoulder, only to find my hand covered in blood.

He finally turned around, his handsome and refined face smiling at you.

Behind him lay a classmate who had died with his eyes wide open.