Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"The public restroom on the fourth floor... no one has gone in since that accident."

"What accident?"

Chang Anning seemed very interested and moved closer to her.

Two years ago, a girl in room 404 went to the toilet in the middle of the night and found that the toilet door in the dormitory could not be opened, so she peeked through the crack in the door.

"It was pitch black and there was nothing there. I thought the wind had closed the door, so I had no choice but to go to the public toilet."

"As a result... she heard strange noises while sitting on the toilet."

"A series of footprints appeared in the corridor. The girl didn't dare to make a sound. She saw from the bottom of the door frame that the footprints... were backwards, and the left and right feet were reversed."

A gust of cold wind blew into the dormitory, and Shen Jiarui was so frightened that she almost cried again. Jingzhe frowned and made a shushing gesture.

"Later she learned that the crack in the door wasn't dark at all; it was just that the ghost's eyes had no whites..."

"What kind of bullshit accident is this?"

Liang Chuchu gritted her teeth, turned her head to scan the crowd, and pointed at one at random.

"You, come with me to the toilet."

Shen Jiarui shook her head, trembling like a leaf, "No, no, no..."

She originally wanted to call Su Mian, but this bitch had been ignoring her these past few days, so she simply called someone who seemed easier to bully.

Liang Chuchu didn't waste any more words with her and simply pulled her up.

Chang Anning didn't dare to help anymore. It would be a loss if she were dragged along. The others watched helplessly as Liang Chuchu pulled her away.

"4399, five minutes left in the countdown."

Okay, Mianmian!

On the other side, two figures moved through the corridor. Shen Jiarui was crying and slowly moving forward, pulling on the arm of the person in front of her.

"It's so bright! I really don't know what you're afraid of?!"

That's what they said, but Liang Chuchu walked very slowly, and it took them almost five minutes to reach the public toilet.

The dormitory's public restroom is hidden at the end of the corridor. A light behind the corner flickers year-round. The "Restroom" sign at the entrance is peeling from the moisture, the lettering is blurred, and only a dried rust mark remains.

"You go in first!"

Liang Chuchu pushed Shen Jiarui, who burst into tears and leaned against the railing, unwilling to go in.

Liang Chuchu was about to lose her temper when she saw a baby lying in the toilet aisle.

In an instant, her expression changed drastically; her fear vanished, replaced by surprise and joy.

"Takanna, what are you doing here?"

She slowly walked into the dimly lit bathroom. Upon seeing this, Shen Jiarui immediately ran out and collapsed limply next to the fire extinguisher box.

"So...all of this was your plan, wasn't it?"

She stepped forward, picked up the strange doll, its two green glass eyes were tinged orange by the yellowish light, and showed faint signs of turning red, staring blankly at Liang Chuchu.

"Snap—"

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the whole world into darkness. She felt no fear; instead, she hugged Takanna tightly, thinking it was the doll god responding to her.

"I knew it... Thank you, Takanna, I will love you for the rest of my life, just like I love them."

Moonlight streamed into the room through the window at the end of the corridor, illuminating the white candles on the windowsill—the ones she used to burn incense every night. Liang Chuchu wasn't surprised at all; she knew it was all arranged by Takanna.

"You want to offer incense here? Okay, I understand."

She stepped forward, placed the doll in the center of the "offering platform," struck a match to light the candle, took a few steps back to confirm that the distance was exactly the same as usual when kneeling in worship, and then slowly bent down and knelt on the ground.

Sizzle, sizzle –

Sparks were burning, and a sliver of light peeked through the window. Suddenly, without warning, the blinds in the window fell straight down with a loud clang.

The candle was extinguished by the wind, and the only source of light quietly burned out.

Before Liang Chuchu could even look up, she was thrown into the air, her hands dangling in the air as she struggled.

Before consciousness returned, the feeling of suffocation came first, and finally, staring in disbelief at the doll in the window, he slowly breathed his last.

Shen Jiarui was terrified the moment the power went out. She covered her eyes and didn't dare to look around. It took her a long time before she finally crawled to the toilet door in a disheveled state.

"Liang Chuchu?"

She called out in a trembling voice, but no one answered.

Shen Jiarui instantly had the idea of ​​going back to her dormitory. Her mind had only turned a few millimeters when, "snap—", the whole world returned to clarity.

She didn't even look away before being forced to witness a horrifying scene.

With his back to her, Liang Chuchu hanged himself in what appeared to be a sacrificial altar.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Jiang Yue's palms were sweating from waiting. Hearing Shen Jiarui's scream, she immediately went out to check, "Where's Liang Chuchu?"

She ran breathlessly, sobbing as she cried out, "She's dead!!!"

"What?!"

With a deafening roar, the sky was ripped apart by thunder, and rain poured down, pelting the eaves, leaves, and iron railings of the corridor with a crackling sound.

In the instant of the lightning flash, the entire dormitory building was illuminated, blindingly white.

[Congratulations, detective, on completing the murderer's mission. Please do your best to conceal the truth and survive until the end of the game.]

The notification sounded in her mind that the task was completed. Su Mian walked at the end of the line and unplugged the kettle as she left the dormitory.

"Holy crap... this is way too weird."

Chang Anning felt physically uncomfortable upon witnessing this scene. Jingzhe went forward to check on her and found Liang Chuchu hanging up with a white silk ribbon, her eyes fixed on the window.

She followed the gaze and met the glass bead eyes of the doll.

"Let's go back to the dorm first."

-

"Logically, DM should have appeared by now."

Jingzhe frowned, sitting on a wooden stool, completely puzzled.

"We don't need DM."

Chang Anning interrupted her, her tone carrying an inexplicable confidence, "I've played murder mystery games before. Actually, the script is not very useful. Since we know the process and everything, why waste time?"

"Beep beep-"

The digital watch on Liang Chuchu's desk suddenly lit up and began a countdown.

"All right."

Jingzhe withdrew her gaze and temporarily agreed with Chang Anning's statement, "Let's hurry up and discuss it."

The rain was quite loud, so everyone had to raise their voices. Su Mian sensed something was wrong.

The dormitory is a closed space, with only a small opening in the balcony door. How can there be a draft, and why is the draft coming from the opposite direction of the door?

Before she could think it through, the whole world was plunged into darkness again, with only the distant electronic clock glowing red.

Pat--

The pen fell off the table, and Su Mian struggled to make out its shape, her pupils contracting slightly.

It's a ballpoint pen, the kind used to summon spirits through a pen.

Yesterday, she was busy preparing for her mission but forgot something very important: Liang Chuchu hadn't sent the spirit away; it was still here.