Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"I'm not going!" Shen Jiarui suddenly screamed, taking several steps back. "I'm not going! It's too scary, waaaaah, I want to go down the mountain..."

Chang Anning turned around abruptly, her eyes sharpening.

"You've been acting strange since just now, Shen Jiarui. What are you afraid of? Or... are you the murderer yourself, afraid we'll find evidence in the cabin?"

"I didn't!" Shen Jiarui broke down in tears, her face covered in tears and snot. "I'm not the murderer! How dare you say that to me!"

"Then why don't you dare go in?"

"I'm scared! Is that wrong?!" Shen Jiarui screamed hysterically, "You haven't experienced what it's like to almost die, so stop speculating about other people's feelings!"

"Didn't you think the Ouija board was the murderer? Why don't you say Chi Luoyi is the murderer? She condoned the Ouija board killing Jiang Yue and coldly watched her classmate die outside the door."

"You're the murderer, aren't you, Chi Luoyi!"

The focus suddenly shifted to the sleeping man.

Jingzhe immediately stepped in front of Sumian: "Shen Jiarui, calm down."

"Calm down?! How can I calm down!" Shen Jiarui waved her arms, acting like a madwoman.

"I can't stand this awful place for another second! Does it even matter who the killer is? Let's vote! I don't care who we vote for, I'm leaving! Right now!"

Her mental state was clearly off; the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils were dilated, and she was breathing rapidly.

"She's a bit crazy," Jingzhe whispered to Sumian.

Just as Chang Anning was about to step forward and grab Shen Jiarui, Shen Jiarui suddenly pushed him away.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Chang Anning fell backward, bumping into Jingzhe and Su Mian, who was barely standing.

The four of them rolled down a steep slope like dominoes.

The world spun around.

Branches scraped against my skin, and dirt and dead leaves filled my mouth and nose.

Su Mian instinctively protected her head, feeling herself roll seven or eight times before finally stopping and landing in a soft patch of grass.

"Cough cough..." She struggled to sit up and found that the other three had also gotten up one after another.

Miraculously, apart from abrasions and bruises, no one was seriously injured.

"Shen Jiarui, you—" Chang Anning was about to get angry, but the words got stuck in her throat.

They rolled right down to the floor of the wooden house, just a few meters from the door.

The door was open, like a gaping maw.

The space inside the door was filled with shelves, densely packed with dolls of the same size, all staring intently at them.

"Well……"

Chang Anning finally realized she was scared and tried to back away, but a powerful suction pulled her by the neck and dragged her in. The group of people fell into the net together like lambs being caught.

With a snap, the door slammed shut, leaving only countless pairs of glass eyes reflecting light through the gaps in the nailed wooden planks.

Jingzhe: "Why isn't Shen Jiarui calling anymore?"

She fainted.

Su Mian checked her breathing, leaned her against the door, and looked up at the dolls. A guess gradually became clear.

She recognized some of the patterns on the dolls' clothes; they were fabric pieces pressed down by books in the homeroom teacher's office.

So it's used for cutting clothes for dolls?

Is the owner of these dolls also their homeroom teacher?

Jingzhe stepped forward and carefully observed the shelf label corresponding to each doll.

"They are names, and most of them are from our class."

She scanned the table one by one, but accidentally bumped into the table in the center. The table lamp turned on instantly, almost blinding the group.

There was a simple worktable with tools scattered on it: scissors, needles and thread, paint, and glue.

Several cardboard boxes were piled up next to the table, with cotton and fabric sticking out of them.

Jingzhe: "Whose worktable does this look like?"

"Our homeroom teacher's."

Su Mian stepped forward and stroked the worktable. Suddenly, she felt it loosen. She pried it open and a strong stench of decay hit her.

"Ugh...Quick, close it!"

Chang Anning covered her mouth and backed away, so uncomfortable she almost rolled her eyes back. Su Mian frowned and backed away as well.

"It's ashes," Jingzhe said.

She looked at the names on the wall, including Liang Chuchu's, but the place where her doll was kept was empty, clearly indicating that it had already been given away.

What is the significance of these dolls to the students? Do they serve the same purpose as Liang Chuchu's? Or is there another reason?

Holy crap!

Chang Anning suddenly shouted and pointed to a shelf with Shen Jiarui's name on it, but the place where the dolls were kept was empty.

"How come she...she has dolls too?"

"Everyone has it."

Jingzhe looked closely and found her and Chang Anning's dolls, one with blonde hair and the other with black hair.

Su Mian looked around for a while before finally finding her doll in the corner. But hers was different from others, with a side braid, a pair of dead fish eyes on her pale face, and a resentful look as she glared at Su Mian.

……

Very good, she looks a lot like her.

She put the doll in her bag. As darkness fell, Su Mian reminded the others to leave. Jing Zhe and Chang Anning dragged Shen Jiarui down the mountain.

Although she is the murderer in this case, she is unaware of many things. Now it seems that these events, which revolve around Liang Chuchu, involve the entire class and even the entire school.

Why did some dolls disappear while others' dolls are still on the shelves? Why did Liang Chuchu's doll turn into her own face? Could it be that after death, her soul was trapped in the doll's body?

And cremated remains... What are cremated remains used for?

Su Mian, still confused after washing up and going to bed, took the doll out to look at it again.

She poked her face and fiddled with her hands, then suddenly felt the doll's expression was even uglier. She sighed, decided not to bother, and closed her eyes to sleep.

-

There are only three days left until the college entrance examination.

With the voting time drawing ever closer, apart from Su Mian, the other three all seemed very tense, relying on their intuition.

Su Mian felt that Shen Jiarui might have found out that she was the murderer. Were the things she said in her madness yesterday just a fluke? Or did she really know something?

That's the problem.

How did she know whether her doll was on her body, and whether she had used the doll for something?

Su Mian suddenly remembered the class rules.

You can write down your thoughts on a draft paper, and your homeroom teacher will answer them for you.

So she pulled out a piece of draft paper, picked up her pen, and paused.

What should I write?

She casually wrote down a math problem, but after a whole class period, strangely, nothing happened. What was Shen Jiarui most likely to write?

She propped her cheek up with her hand and suddenly began to write.

I want to live.

This time, she seemed to hear something calling out, sometimes near, sometimes far, the voice indistinct, but... it seemed to be her own voice.

Su Mian immediately took out the doll from her schoolbag. Strangely, the doll, whose mouth had been downturned yesterday, now had its mouth open, as if waiting to be fed.

When get out of class ended, she was called to the office again, and the homeroom teacher seemed very angry.

As soon as he entered, he glared at Su Mian, muttering to himself.