Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Hunter Felix and factory owner Willow are also here.

"To be honest, I've played so many games, and I've never encountered such a tricky dungeon design."

"Yeah... Even the murderer himself doesn't know he's the murderer, how would I know?"

Felix only seemed to look up when there were few people around; it was unclear whether he was socially awkward or what.

Willow waved his hand and retorted, "That's not fair. If you did, experienced gamers wouldn't be able to deduce the killer by observing facial expressions."

Upon seeing Su Mian approach, the two immediately bowed.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

Su Mian wasn't quite used to this awkward address. She waved her hand and looked at the steps of the banquet hall, where the king's death was gruesome.

His limbs were tied to the hanging chandelier, with each joint pointing in a different direction.

Her palms and toes were spread wide apart. Su Mian squinted slightly and realized that it was because the thin thread was tied too tightly.

There's a strange, distorted feeling about it, like a carefully manipulated puppet.

Even more strangely, the king had no teeth left, and when he died, his mouth was open, revealing an empty oral cavity.

In the very center of the banquet hall, on a display stand, lay a pair of red cloth ballet shoes, with ribbons hanging down.

She stared at it for a while, then suddenly spoke.

I don't know if you've ever heard a fairy tale.

"The one who wears the red dancing shoes will dance forever, until he dies."

Generally speaking, in fairy tales, only girls would excessively show off in order to compete for the ballet shoes, secretly hatching schemes and plots.

But just now at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), it was said that "anyone can own red dancing shoes, regardless of gender or age."

In the main world, having "charm" would certainly be highly sought after in an era that values ​​appearance, but here... what meaning has the red dancing shoes been given that makes so many people fight over them?

Willow scratched his head. "Little girl, please don't make things difficult for a man in his forties like me. I've never heard of fairy tales."

Just as the three were about to start talking, the old butler coughed and appeared out of nowhere, lifting his eyelids to stare at Su Mian.

"Your Highness, it's time."

Is it time?

What? It's time?

She rubbed her fingers, nodded imperceptibly, and followed. Su Mian assumed it was time for some kind of piano lesson or etiquette class.

As a result, the destination became increasingly strange. The walls changed from smooth ceramic tiles to mud bricks, the lights gradually dimmed, and a faint smell of blood could be detected.

Then, the stone chamber at the end of the corridor came into view. The horrific scene was reflected in my sleepy eyes, and a feeling of dizziness instantly hit my brain.

She immediately stopped in her tracks, swallowed hard, and forced herself to compose her expression.

The butler didn't notice anything amiss, he just smiled and lowered his head.

"Your Highness, as you instructed, after the whipping they were given a hot salt water bath. Those who didn't make a sound are all here, while those who did make a sound had their bones broken and were thrown to be fed to your beloved pets."

……

What the heck is this fairy tale copy?

This is more like a dark fairy tale dungeon, isn't it?!

Su Mian scratched her ear, somewhat incredulous at what she was hearing, as she looked at the scene before her.

The blond men were all shirtless, their muscular abs covered in whip marks, and their eyes were filled with numbness as they looked at her.

She had to convince herself for a while before she could maintain her composure, reluctantly nodding and straightening her spine to step forward with dignity.

"Where did the one I picked last time go?"

Su Mian tentatively opened her mouth, and the old butler took a step forward.

"That one is already dead, Your Highness. If you're not satisfied, pick a few more this time."

That means you only picked one last time, so you can pick one this time.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes sweeping over the white-clad figures in front of her.

They are less like people and more like a group of slaves who are even worse than servants. It seems that the princess character is quite difficult to portray.

Suddenly, Su Mian noticed a tall figure curled up in the corner and stared at it closely.

Red hair.

By a twist of fate, she casually pointed and said, "That one's not very clear, pull him out."

Upon hearing this, the group of men looked up and began to pull the man out. The red-haired man's arm was pulled out with great force and slammed hard against the railing, but he didn't utter a sound.

It wasn't him.

Su Mian quietly scrutinized the man's face. His pupils were gray, and half of his face was hidden in his hair, making it difficult to see clearly. However, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, giving him a contemptuous and irritating look.

"Your Highness...this is an exception."

The old butler leaned closer, his face showing difficulty. "He's mute. He was chosen according to your requirements, but... this guy is extremely brutal. He's killed quite a few servants."

The implication is that you should just look at it and not go near it because it's too dangerous.

"What's his name?"

Su Mian was still somewhat unwilling to give up. She looked up and asked, and the red-haired man in the shadows lifted his eyelids and silently sized up the girl outside the iron gate.

"Your Highness, his name is Safer."

"Your Highness, would you like to look at something else...?" The butler glanced at Saffir's expression and realized something was wrong.

If he were to release the prince and cause him harm, he would be willing to risk his life to meet the king.

Su Mian frowned upon hearing the name. She met the man's gaze, a strange thought stirring within her. She concealed her complex expression and turned away, revealing a spoiled demeanor.

"I want this one! He looks tough."

The old steward wiped his sweat, his face filled with alarm. "Your Highness, Your Highness... this really won't do."

"Are you getting old and stiff? You dare challenge me?!"

Su Mian feigned a menacing expression, threatening to grab the old butler by the neck, saying, "Want me to loosen it for you?"

"No, no, no... You mustn't, Your Highness."

The old steward was in a terrible predicament, so he turned around and ordered two guards to open the door and chain the man's hands and feet.

The iron chains on his hands were connected to an iron collar around his neck. The collar was about two or three centimeters thick and looked like it could bend the spine of an ordinary person.

But the man stood there stiffly, showing no sign of anything amiss.

The guard handed the end of the chain to Sumire.

She grasped it with her right hand and gently tugged at it, noticing that the man staggered slightly, so she released her grip.

"From now on, your name is no longer Saffir."

She spoke with her back to the man, her long eyelashes drooping to conceal the emotions in her eyes.

"Let's change the name to Forty."

Safur.

Sulfur.

It means sulfur.

The man did not respond, because he was mute, whether due to his naturally smiling lips or something else, it was unclear.

Su Mian always felt that he was laughing, giving people the feeling of a violent, pleasure-seeking criminal from the lower class.

To be honest, DM couldn't possibly become a random NPC in the dungeon, but when she met those eyes, she blurted out without thinking much about it.

It doesn't matter anyway, we have to choose someone to maintain our image, so it doesn't matter who it is.