Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

For a moment, Su Mian's mind went blank, and she felt the ghost's other hand stroking her pale cheek.

The posture was so strange that Su Mian's focus subtly shifted.

Why are his hands warm? Could it be a hallucination before he died?

Her chin was lifted, the movement forceful and irresistible, seemingly reminding her of her current situation, and Su Mian suddenly snapped back to reality.

The confinement made her uncomfortable and want to curl up, but she couldn't move any part of her body, and her eyes were forced to look at the empty door panel.

The control over her body made her tense up, her breathing quickened, and her fear transformed into a feeling of embarrassment and helplessness.

"I think you're not aware of your situation."

Su Mian opened her mouth, but found she couldn't speak.

"Will you beg for mercy?"

The ghost kept talking, and Su Mian made a "hmm" sound, trying to tell the spirit that she couldn't speak, but the ghost just chuckled.

"I know."

"You don't need to use your mouth to beg for mercy."

The voice was deep and soft, but very hoarse. It wasn't a stereotypical image of a ghost; it was exactly like the voice of a ghost in a horror movie, whispering in her ear.

Su Mian shuddered, cold sweat trickling down her back. She felt the force gripping her waist, slowly turning her body around.

He still couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he made no further move.

What are you waiting for?

Su Mian raised her eyes, puzzled, but she couldn't do nothing.

She tentatively reached out and embraced the dark figure before her.

The ghost did indeed hug her back, and in that instant, Su Mian's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"So cute... but please don't relax."

A light, airy voice reached my ears, deep and filled with a strange sense of pleasure.

The ghost gently patted her back, comforting the girl who had "survived the ordeal," but the words it uttered chilled her to the bone.

"You have three minutes."

……

"Run!"

With a click, the door opened.

Su Mian immediately rushed out. The rain grew louder, and she ran aimlessly.

Not knowing where to hide, they suddenly noticed an open dormitory door not far ahead.

Su Mian had no other choice but to grit her teeth and rush inside, hiding in the closet. The closet wasn't big, but it was just the right size for the girl's petite figure.

Three minutes passed quickly, yet felt incredibly long. She breathed softly, trying to catch her breath.

She tried to pull her feet in a little more, but the clothes hanging there were knocked off by her movement and fell all over her head.

……

Unsurprisingly, it was found again.

The ghost lazily remarked, "Was this commotion intentional? Or was it a provocation?"

Grass.

Su Mian removed the clothes from her head, climbed out of the closet in a depressed mood, and hugged the huge ghost with practiced ease, earning two soft laughs from the ghost in return.

"I've already given you one chance."

Just as the ghost was contemplating whether to give Su Mian another chance, a noise suddenly came from the doorway, and two figures crept in furtively. Su Mian immediately tightened the wardrobe door.

"Why is this dorm room open?"

It was Shen Jiarui and Chang Anning. Shen Jiarui was holding onto her arm, her legs getting weaker and weaker as she walked.

"Shen Jiarui, stop dragging me along!"

The two of them, having gone through something, seemed to have lost all patience as Chang Anning helped each other into the room.

Shen Jiarui: "Do you think we won't be discovered hiding here?"

Chang Anning: "As long as you don't suddenly scream, it won't happen."

Shen Jiarui shut up, feeling wronged, not knowing who had bumped into the corner of the table in the darkness.

With a clatter, a wooden object fell to the ground, and the two froze completely.

A bolt of lightning struck, turning the dormitory a stark white. The shadows were instantly elongated. Chang Anning looked closely and saw a half-open wooden box lying on the ground.

Shen Jiarui: "Forget about the box, Chang Anning, let's find a place to hide."

Chang Anning: "How can that be? What if it's some kind of clue?"

Shen Jiarui's teeth chattered. She felt that this was inexplicable. The spirit of the Ouija board found them and then died. Why bother with clues?

But the moment Chang Anning picked up the wooden frame, the color drained from her face, and the wooden box slipped from her arm and fell to the ground with a crisp sound in the silence.

Shen Jiarui was startled by the sudden sound.

"Oh, you scared me! Don't make such a big noise."

She spoke in a breathy voice, but saw Chang Anning stiffen up and look up with a pale face.

"Bone... urn."

In an instant, another clap of thunder sounded. The two of them screamed at the sight of something, stumbled backward, and fell onto the bed.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost...!!!"

Su Mian peeked out from a crack in the closet and saw Shen Jiarui and Chang Anning huddled together on a bed in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably.

Beside the urn that had just fallen, a doll lay quietly.

The doll was very familiar to Su Mian because she had stolen it the day before the crime: cheap gold plastic curls and an ugly pink and green plaid skirt.

But now, the doll's face has disappeared, and it has turned into an extremely incongruous human face, which is Liang Chuchu.

Su Mian's breathing faltered, and the spirit's hand began to act up again, seemingly curious about the shocking red marks on her legs, grabbing the back of her thigh.

Then, with a thud, Su Mian shrank back like a startled bird, letting out a short gasp as her head hit the top of the wardrobe.

An electric shock-like shiver spread from beneath the skin at the point of contact.

Those usually calm eyes were wide open now, like a kitten being pinched by the scruff of its neck.

No one knew that the back of her knees was very sensitive.

Su Mian herself had almost forgotten, because it had been a long time since anyone had dared to grab her knees so boldly.

Depend on.

That damn Ouija board.

Her body was so weak that she could barely support herself and could only hold on with her hands.

The two people on the other side who heard the noise covered their mouths in fright.

Shen Jiarui: "What...what was that sound?"

Chang Anning's face turned pale, her finger trembling as she pointed at the wardrobe. The two of them pushed each other, trying to get the other to come forward and check.

Su Mian thought to herself that this was bad, and her fear of the Ouija board lessened considerably; she even felt a little annoyed by it.

The ghost was still twisting her hair, seemingly apologetic and aggrieved. She waved her hand and mouthed something.

Go! Go! Go.

She's really annoyed right now.

Just as Chang Anning was mentally prepared to step forward, Su Mian suddenly came up with a plan. She immediately raised her hand and banged hard on the wardrobe.

With a loud noise, it sounded like some kind of ghost or monster was about to pop its head out of the cabinet door.

Chang Anning was so frightened that she almost knelt down. She ran out of the room while shouting, ignoring Shen Jiarui. Shen Jiarui cried with snot and tears mixed together, and scrambled out of the dormitory, slamming the door shut.

After waiting for a few minutes until the corridor was completely silent, Su Mian finally crawled out of the closet and went to check the box and doll that had been left on the floor.