Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

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

Its mouth was wide open, the blood had dried, yet it stretched down its chin to its neck, like a strange totem.

Your mind goes blank, your whole body feels like it's in an ice cellar, you have no thoughts, and all you want to do is run away.

Zhou Ye's voice, however, makes you rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"What did you say?"

"No...it's nothing."

"I heard you, classmate."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned closer, and said, "You said you like me."

The suffocating air was almost making you faint, but he smiled and said, "But it seems to lack a bit of sincerity."

"If I had a love letter, it would be perfect."

You returned to your dorm in fear, unable to sleep all night. The terrifying scene replayed in your mind like a movie clip.

He said he'd wait for you at the same place after school today.

Just as Su Mian realized the story was over, a hand patted her shoulder.

Su Mian suddenly shuddered and looked up to see the person at the table in front of her hiding their face behind a book, grinning at her.

This is one of her roommates, Jiang Yue.

She consistently ranks at the bottom of the class academically, and is the class's social butterfly and gossip guru.

"Zhou Ye is still alive! It seems what they said is true!"

"What?"

Su Mian blinked in confusion, not quite understanding what she was talking about.

Jiang Yue looked at her with pity, "You should just keep reading your lousy books. You'll end up with several people dying in school without anyone knowing."

"The Twenty-Four Curses, you don't even know them?"

Jiang Yue didn't care whether Su Mian wanted to listen or not. She put down her textbook and casually leaned against Su Mian's desk. Su Mian knew that it was an NPC providing her with information, so she didn't stop her.

"Every year, our school's student forum holds a vote to elect the school's most handsome guy. When I was a freshman in high school, the one elected was a sophomore. Just a few days after the election, he started dating the charlatan girl in our dorm."

She lowered her voice, her face full of disdain.

"That guy's got no looks, no figure, there's no way he'd be interested in her!"

Su Mian recalled the charlatan sister Jiang Yue had mentioned. Her name was Liang Chuchu. She was plain-looking, short and fat, but had a terrible temper and liked to order her around.

He spends money extravagantly and looks down on everyone in the dormitory.

Why is she called Sister Mystic? Because she always believes there are ghosts in the world. She often writes letters, saying she wants to give ghosts dreams, and she also encourages them to play games like Four Corners and Bloody Mary. Of course, the other people in the dormitory keep their distance.

"Everyone was betting that the senior would break up with Liang Chuchu in a few days, but the two remained in love until their second year of high school, and the school heartthrob was about to be replaced and they still hadn't broken up."

"That's when the strange things started."

Jiang Yue lowered her brows and beckoned Su Mian closer.

"That senior died on the 24th day of that month. The school covered it up, and we have no way of knowing how he died."

"I thought that was the end of it, but in my second year of high school, the school heartthrob they chose started dating Liang Chuchu again!"

"He's dead too?"

Su Mian asked, and Jiang Yue nodded excitedly. She wanted to continue, but the homeroom teacher had appeared beside them at some point.

Jiang Yue jolted back to her seat and pretended to read.

Su Mian immediately turned the page, hiding the love letter hidden in the crevices. The middle-aged man didn't say anything, just stared at her.

Su Mian felt something was off. Although he looked like a normal person, she always felt that his gaze was cold and sinister, as if he were looking at her like a dead person.

Fortunately, the homeroom teacher didn't intend to punish them; she just glanced at them and left.

Su Mian noticed that Jiang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and that her forehead was covered in cold sweat, so she frowned.

Is it that scary?

The sound of reading gradually subsided, the bell rang, and the students in front of the classroom took out their test papers and exercises one after another. The only sound in the classroom was the scratching of paper and pens.

For the last ten days, no teachers came to class, and Su Mian slowly wrote a line on the draft paper.

Twenty-Four Curses

Then a question mark appeared.

Jiang Yue said Zhou didn't die either, meaning he was supposed to die anyway, since he was the school's most handsome guy this year. As for why he didn't die...

Su Mian couldn't understand it. Her script only told her that Zhou Ye was gentle but also aloof and had never been in a relationship. Did that mean that since Liang Chuchu hadn't succeeded, Zhou Ye naturally hadn't died?

So how did Liang Chuchu manage to win over the first two school heartthrobs?

The script was very stingy; it didn't even tell her who she was supposed to kill or what their motive was. She could only passively follow the plot step by step.

Around six o'clock in the evening, the sky became completely dark. Although she had been on tenterhooks all day, nothing happened.

Aside from the eccentric homeroom teacher, the students in the class were perfectly normal. Some even asked her to help them pass notes, some flirted with each other when the homeroom teacher wasn't looking, some deliberately ticked off things on their tests, and some were even tapping their heads and shaking their legs. Su Mian almost blended into this atmosphere.

But she knew that something important was waiting for her after school.

"Jiang Yue, I'm not having dinner with you today."

Jiang Yue blinked, not showing much surprise, and suddenly said, "You've been acting a bit strange these past two days, Luo Yi."

She stepped forward with an expression that seemed to know everything and poked Su Mian's cheek.

"Tell me, are you in a relationship?"

……

She was right. Su Mian slapped her hand away, neither nodding nor shaking her head, and simply told her to go first.

Jiang Yue pouted and said that she had become increasingly indifferent lately, then left in tears.

Following her memory, Su Mian found the tool room of the next class, and the sound of rushing water came from inside.

She took a deep breath, praying silently that nothing horrifying happened, and called out inside.

"Zhou Ye?"

No one answered her. She waited a few seconds before stepping inside. The tool room was darker than she had imagined. The space was small but had four cubicles, each containing different cleaning tools.

She walked to the very back and found no one there. The faucet by the sink was running water on its own, splashing against the stone floor.

Su Mian reached out and turned it off, and the entire space became unusually quiet.

Her ears twitched, and she felt a sudden chill for no reason.

It shouldn't be this quiet; I could just hear people playing around in the hallway.

Su Mian tightened her grip on the envelope, feeling a weight on her shoulder. She trembled slightly and immediately turned around.

"Sorry I'm late."

It was Zhou Ye, who was looking around at the unfamiliar sounds of his sleeping room.

He truly deserves the title of "the chosen one of heaven." He has a very handsome appearance, with black eyes and black hair, fair skin, and deep-set eyes. When he speaks, a smile appears at the corner of his mouth, making people unconsciously want to get close to him.

It wasn't particularly stunning, but it inexplicably had a captivating charm.

Su Mian didn't expect this person to be so tall; he looked to be nearly 1.9 meters tall.

"fine."

Su Mian lowered her eyes and handed over the love letter in her hand.