Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian sneered, and after the guests left, the place became the place for the players to discuss.

"I actually think I'm the least suspicious."

Why do you say that?

Willow scratched his head.

Su Mian: "Almost everyone who comes to the ball is there for the red shoes, including the six of us, but the fact that I was nominated both times doesn't prove anything."

"If I were the candidate every day after that, I would have a bold guess."

Su Mian looked up at the nightingale overhead, and the nightingale was looking at her too.

"I am the one who is predetermined to wear the red dancing shoes, and the one who has the power of predetermined selection must be the king above all others."

She pulled out the card about Queen Melissa and handed it to everyone.

The players crowded around to take a look.

Melissa doesn't seem to have a very loving relationship with the King, and she doesn't seem to like her daughter Elizabeth very much either.

"The king loves me even more than the queen, so you are jealous of me and of me getting the red dancing shoes. This card perfectly illustrates that."

"And the clue that the king loves me was just obtained from a guest named Apple Jacket, Luna can testify to that."

As she spoke, Luna nodded, and Su Mian then spread her hands.

"This is roughly the main storyline of my character."

After the words were spoken, there was a moment of silence, then someone hissed and gasped, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

long time.

In less than half a day, the player playing Elizabeth had already revealed their storyline, demonstrating terrifying strength that was practically a one-dimensional attack.

Willow felt a wave of fear wash over him, secretly relieved that he hadn't judged people by their appearance like that hunter.

Su Mian looked at Tian Nuan with a half-smile, "If we continue along this line of thought, someone found out about the pre-arranged plan and killed the king in a fit of rage, then I would be even less likely to be the murderer."

"Of course, I'm just speculating. After all, the ball is still many days away, and no one can say for sure what might happen."

You have a point.

Pip nodded in agreement, and his fondness for Su Mian increased dramatically.

After the group of players left the table, none of them wanted to walk with him. He even had to pull a dance partner out of Willow before he could react. But only Su Mian looked at him without giving him any strange looks, and even teased him.

This calm analysis made him realize he had met a powerful figure, and he sincerely decided that he must follow Luna's example and latch onto her coattails.

Tian Nuan's face turned ashen. Ever since that defeat and suicide attempt, she had completely lost her former ease and confidence. "Hatred" had taken over her mind, making her sweet appearance repulsive.

With a gloomy face, she left the scene before everyone had finished discussing, leaving the players completely bewildered.

Pip: "What's wrong with her?"

Willow shook his head. "I don't know."

Others may not know, but Su Mian knows very well that Tian Nuan has been getting the short end of the stick with her, her core is unstable, and her mentality has exploded.

Su Mian sighed. To become a high-level player meant he was quite intelligent, but because he hated her, he spoke recklessly and sabotaged her both openly and secretly.

Of course, she also hated Tian Nuan because Tian Nuan had taken Xiao Baige's life. However, Su Mian was still rational and knew that now was not the time for revenge.

Su Mian suppressed the emotions in her eyes, but saw Pip weakly raise his hand.

"I...I have a suggestion."

"DM said we'll see something scary if we go out after midnight, should we...?"

Willow immediately shook his head.

"No, no, no, no, no... That's too scary, I can't take that risk."

Luna also looked hesitant, so Pip had no choice but to give up. After hearing his words, Su Mian fell into deep thought.

As the clock struck ten, the entire castle fell silent, and the servants cleaned up the trash and food left over from the party.

A maid looked around furtively and crouched down to approach the sofa like a thief.

She picked up an apple that had fallen to the ground, and Su Mian, who was about to leave with the players, twitched her eye and spoke softly.

You'd better not eat that apple.

"Ah! Your Highness..."

The maid was so frightened that she threw the apple to the ground again. Her face turned pale, and without caring about the reason, she apologized and left tremblingly.

……

"Huh? Elizabeth, aren't you going back to your room?"

Luna yawned, wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes; dancing had taken a toll on her energy.

Su Mian shook her head. "You should go back first."

After saying that, he went to the innermost studio on the first floor.

The sound of arguing came from inside; it sounded like an angry woman's voice.

"His Highness said you couldn't touch these paintings! How dare you, you stinking rat! I just came in to clean, and now I've caught you!!"

"I'll go and inform His Highness right away!"

Forty suppressed the impatience in his eyes, his fist, hidden under the edge of the bed, clenched, and killing intent surged forth.

The maid was completely unaware and continued making a racket. Just as the man was about to get up, a petite figure pushed open the door and entered.

"What do you need to tell me?"

"Your Highness!"

The servant put the broom aside, bowed, and Su Mian waved her hand, observing the studio.

It was quite obvious that a painting had been moved as you entered the room.

Moreover, she noticed a very small detail.

Su Mian didn't tell the servants where the bed should be placed, and they put it at the very back, meaning that if Forty wanted to sleep, he would have to walk through all the paintings without touching them.

That's truly vicious.

Su Mian commented, glancing down at the maid who was still crying, before her gaze fell on Forty by the bedside.

His clothes had been changed into a simple vest and shirt, revealing his muscular forearms. The top button of the vest was undone, apparently because it was the wrong size and couldn't be fastened.

There wasn't a trace of blood on him anymore, which actually made him look quite handsome.

She remained silent for a long time before finally raising her chin slightly and uttering two cold words.

"Kill him."

The maid quickly got up, trying to make room for the guard at the door, but Su Mian grabbed her arm.

I mean, you.

"Wh...what, Your Highness, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Su Mian didn't want to explain anything to her. She simply waved her hand, and the two guards carried her away. Amidst screams and cries, the room gradually quieted down.

Forty looked somewhat surprised. He tilted his head and stood up, using the edge of the bed for support.

"I know you didn't touch it."

Su Mian returned the painting to its original place, already guessing the truth.

If Forty wants to get to the innermost part, he either needs to use his agility to avoid touching anything, or he needs to give up and wander around aimlessly.

The fact that they only encountered one painting can only mean that it wasn't him at all, but rather that the servant accidentally bumped into it while cleaning and then blamed it on the mute Forti.

Su Mian rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on from all the messy things.

Folti, however, had appeared before her without her noticing, placing his hands on either side of her head and massaging it, the chains rattling as he raised his hands.