Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

While she was sizing up Zhou Ye, Zhou Ye was also sizing her up. He didn't immediately take the love letter, but glanced at Su Mian's back twice, intentionally or unintentionally.

Aren't you curious where that classmate went?

Su Mian paused, holding the letter in her hand. She knew who Zhou Ye was referring to as "that classmate".

She didn't know why Zhou Ye brought up the boy who died in the tool shed yesterday.

But her sixth sense told her that Zhou was no pushover either, and if she answered incorrectly, she would end up like that boy, silently collapsing in a pool of blood.

A chill ran down my spine, and the tap started running again.

Su Mian even felt the water flow getting stronger and stronger, and the water splashing on the ground reached her ankles, soaking her socks, and her hair stood on end.

Su Mian still held the letter aloft, her eyes reflecting Zhou Ye's backlit figure, his pale skin appearing indistinct in the shadows cast by the lamplight.

"I don't know him."

"I don't want to know them either."

Zhou tilted his head, his smile widening.

"Yeah?"

He slowly stepped forward, his warm breath enveloping Su Mian, yet making her feel incredibly cold.

"I only care about you, Zhou Ye."

"Oh……"

His drawn-out tone made her unconsciously stretch her breath as he took her love letter with his slender fingers.

"But you're trembling, classmate."

"I'm just cold."

"cold?"

Zhou Ye murmured the question, put his arm around the girl, and gently patted her back, as if to comfort her.

"Would this be better?"

Su Mian felt the extremely light breathing of the person in front of her, and the muscles in her arm felt slightly uncomfortable.

The dampness around her ankles grew stronger, and her heart pounded.

No, no.

We can't stay here.

She wrapped her arms around the boy's waist and nestled in his arms like a kitten. Zhou Ye seemed even more pleased, his eyes filled with obvious curiosity and interest.

"Zhou Ye, let's go outside to talk."

"Why? There's no one here."

There are no people here, but there are ghosts.

Su Mian was too exhausted to complain, her heart was pounding, she was shaking uncontrollably, and she shrank into Zhou Ye's arms.

Perhaps it's because of her persona, but she feels more anxious than usual. At this moment, unease and fear almost completely overwhelm her mind, making it impossible for her to calmly think of a solution.

If you can't overcome it, then just go with it.

Su Mian looked up, hugged Zhou Ye even tighter, and squeezed her legs between Zhou Ye's legs.

"Zhou Ye, could you please make it stop?"

"My trouser legs got wet, and it's cold."

Faced with unknown strength, a head-on confrontation was clearly not an option. She noticed the interest in Zhou Ye's eyes, so she simply hinted at begging for mercy, knowing that the thing was something Zhou Ye had ordered.

As expected, the rushing sound stopped as soon as he finished speaking.

A lazy voice came from above her head, seemingly approving of the girl's actions.

"So pitiful..."

……

Finally, Su Mian was taken out of the tool shed, and the bustling voices of people could be heard. Everything returned to normal.

Her legs felt weak, and she clung to Zhou Ye's arm tightly, which amused the people around her.

"Am I a monster? It seems like I've sucked all your life force away."

Su Mian responded faintly, her eyelids drooping, looking somewhat tired.

At this moment, Zhou Ye seemed like a normal person again, and Su Mian's body began to gradually warm up.

The sight of the two standing side by side drew the attention of many.

"I've accepted your love letter, and I've accepted your confession... too."

Su Mian paused, looking at Zhou Ye in disbelief.

"What's with that look? Don't you like me?"

"No……"

Su Mian suppressed the surprise in his eyes, his slender fingers slipped into her palm, and he grasped her hand.

"Then we're officially together now, Luo Yi."

He waved the love letter, which was signed with her name, Chi Luoyi.

……

Su Mian returned to her dormitory, and a gaze fell upon her. She finally saw the legendary Liang Chuchu.

Wearing a purplish-red silk nightgown that accentuated her pampered figure, it was clear that it was expensive, but the intense color made Liang Chuchu's face appear even more dull and ordinary.

"Where have you been? Nobody brought me water today."

A wave of harshness washed over her, but Su Mian ignored her and went straight to her bed.

"Chi Luoyi! You're ignoring me just because the college entrance exam is coming up?!"

The girls in the other beds didn't even dare to lift their heads. Jiang Yue, on the balcony, glanced at Su Mian and then looked away in fear.

"I'm going to tell Takanna what you did!"

Upon hearing these words, Su Mian, who was packing her things, finally looked up.

"Who?"

Liang Chuchu raised her head, snorted, and said, "You're not worthy to know. Just you wait, I won't let you get away with this!"

Su Mian didn't say anything more. If I'm not mistaken, the Takana she mentioned is the ghost she's been contacting through letters.

Suppressing her thoughts, Su Mian quickly climbed into bed after washing up and took out the things Zhou Ye had given her to examine.

A wine-red leather band with a silver ring on it.

It was supposed to be a token of love, but after looking at it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out, so she simply put it in her pocket and went to sleep.

The dormitory lights were turned off at 11 p.m., but she woke up at midnight.

A sliver of light shone through the gap in the bed curtains. Su Mian forced herself to sit up and peered through the gap. She saw that Liang Chuchu, who was in the bed opposite hers, had lifted the curtains and didn't seem to be in bed at all.

What does it taste like...?

Su Mian sniffed it and immediately frowned.

The smell of burning paper money.

She even saw wisps of smoke in the dim light. Su Mian grabbed her glasses, put them on, and looked towards the source of the light.

Everything behind the lens became clear. Liang Chuchu was kneeling in the center of the balcony with her back to the camera. The ashes of the paper money she had burned piled up at her feet, forming a small black hill.

On the bench sat an antique doll that made one feel physically uncomfortable, dressed in a pretty little dress and with a head of golden curly hair.

Even though she was wearing glasses, Su Mian still couldn't see her face clearly. There was a washbasin under the stool with three incense sticks stuck in it, and the smoke from it drifted crookedly into the dormitory.

That doll is Takanna; the ghost she was talking about is this doll.

Su Mian withdrew her gaze and pulled the bed curtains closed slightly.

She had only seen images of dolls being worshipped on some horror bloggers, but this was the first time she had ever seen one so close to home.

These dolls can grant their owners' wishes, but if the owners choose to abandon them, they will suffer severe repercussions.

Just as she was about to lie down, an eye peered through the gap in the bed curtains. The skin around the eye was deathly pale, and Su Mian's heart skipped a beat, her scalp tingling.

It was Liang Chuchu who discovered that she was peeking.

The bed curtains that Chi Luo bought were terrible; they turned into shadow puppet shows with even a little light.

Therefore, Liang Chuchu's figure was particularly clear. She was hanging on Su Mian's bed, her phone screen held up, displaying several blood-red words.

"What are you looking at?"