Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Elizabeth deliberately made herself look ugly, and Su Mian actually knew this while washing up, but she didn't know why.

I never expected that this seemingly unreliable "idol" would see right through me.

Felix didn't seem to care about her indifference; on the contrary, his interest in her eyes grew even stronger because of her lack of reaction.

Just as Su Mian was considering whether to simply close her eyes and rest, Felix spoke up again, this time with an even more unexpected topic.

"By the way, Ms. Elizabeth."

"No offense intended, but I just drew your clue card in the room."

Su Mian's gaze, which had been fixed on the fleeting scenery outside the window, finally turned back and landed on his face.

"Is that so?" Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but she did respond.

Felix laughed, his eyes holding an indescribable meaning.

Su Mian was on guard, suspecting that he had drawn some important clue that she had not yet discovered.

But when she turned to observe the boy, a very faint blush seemed to appear on his fair earlobes.

Felix shifted his gaze slightly, twirled a strand of his pink hair with his fingers, and then looked back, his eyes shining brightly, mixed with a strange shyness and...excitement?

Su Mian was unsure whether her judgment was accurate.

"Your persona is..." He licked his lower lip, lowering his voice even further, almost whispering, to make sure the coachman couldn't hear him.

"...A collector with unique taste, especially appreciating handsome men...Hmm...It's said that your way of appreciating is rather...passionate and direct."

His wording was tactful and ambiguous, but Su Mian instantly understood what he was implying.

The character "Elizabeth" that she drew does indeed have a secret fetish in her background that "takes pleasure in torturing handsome men," making her an out-and-out sadist with an extremely strong desire for control.

Hearing this, Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it was a clue she already knew.

But before Su Mian could react, Felix, as if by magic, pulled something out of nowhere.

It was a thin, flexible, and glossy dark leather whip.

The handle is wrapped in fine leather, and the whip itself looks intricate and sturdy.

"This," he said, gently placing the whip on the seat between the two of them and pushing it toward Su Mian, his fingertips barely brushing against the handle.

He raised his eyes, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and the smile on his face faded slightly, replaced by a pure yet expectant earnestness.

"I prepared this especially for you. It's made of the best materials. Hitting someone with it...it hurts quite a bit."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice gradually became light and airy.

"If you need to maintain your persona... just use me."

He pronounced the last name softly and gently, with a hint of coquettishness at the end:

"……elder sister."

……

...? !

Su Mian was stunned, goosebumps instantly rising on her back, and it took her a while to process this shocking statement.

She was shocked twice in just two days.

One time it was an apple jacket, and the other time it was Felix.

She looked at the leather whip on the seat, then at the flawlessly beautiful face opposite her, which now displayed an almost sacrificial expression, and her worldview was shaken once again.

She was sweating profusely and tried to give herself a pep talk.

Respect, understanding, respect, understanding.

Then she remembered the "Elizabeth" persona she had to maintain.

A proud, cold-hearted princess with secret fetishes cannot show panic or disgust in the face of such "offerings" and hints.

A two-second silence ensued in the carriage.

Felix's gaze grew increasingly intense, fixed on her as if awaiting some judgment or blessing.

Finally, Su Mian swallowed hard, her fingertips turning cold and white.

She didn't look at Felix, but simply picked up the whip with two fingers. The leather felt cool and supple, but it was unusually hot to her touch.

"I'll take the things." Su Mian barely maintained her expression, showing no emotion whatsoever. It was impossible to tell whether she was accepting or simply taking them. "As for whether I use them or how I use them, that's up to me."

She didn't look at the whip a second time, casually placing it on the seat beside her as if it were just an insignificant trinket.

Felix's eyes lit up instantly at her simple action of taking it away, his excitement and fervor almost overflowing.

The more indifferent and dismissive Su Mian appeared, the more pronounced the indescribable pleasure and trembling he felt.

For the rest of the journey, he didn't say much, but his gaze was almost welded to Su Mian, his gaze burning and so focused that it made one's scalp tingle.

Su Mian dared not meet his gaze, fearing that he might utter some explosive nickname.

Feeling like I'm sitting on pins and needles...

I could only force myself to focus all my attention out the window, and the regret of "getting on a pirate ship" was stronger than ever before.

She began to wonder if choosing to come out alone with this strange "pink-haired idol hunter" was a serious strategic mistake.

When the carriage finally slowed down and stopped at the gloomy, lush entrance to the edge of Twilight Forest, Su Mian immediately pushed open the carriage door.

I took a deep breath of the damp, cool air in the forest to suppress the restlessness and discomfort in my heart.

"Lead the way," she commanded Felix, who had jumped off the carriage, without turning her head, behaving quite arrogantly.

"Go to where you found the red dancing shoes, hurry up."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Felix readily agreed, his tone light and cheerful.

The two soon arrived deep in the forest, where, just like in fairy tales, brightly colored mushroom houses were hidden in the dense oak grove.

Everywhere, nameless wildflowers emit tiny fluorescent lights, clustering together to form a palette of colors. Along their path, verdant streams intertwine with tree roots, creating a scene reminiscent of a dreamlike fairyland.

Felix finally became serious. "The card says that I have met the owner of the red dancing shoes, but because of a witch's spell, I can't remember anything now."

"This person is short, so we can rule out you and Pip."

Su Mian handed him the card she had just drawn, then looked around the room.

Can you recall the exact location?

Felix pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Su Mian crouched down to observe carefully, and noticed that the fluffy skirt clearly limited her movements.

The girl clicked her tongue, unfastened the snaps and ties, ripped off the heavy crinoline, and casually tossed it onto the grass covered with moss and glowing wildflowers.

Felix: "..."

So dashing, so incredibly dashing.

Removing the crinoline made movement much easier.

She lifted her simplified skirt, squatted down first, and carefully examined the damp soil and soft grass.

"Your Highness, teacher," Felix's voice suddenly rang out after a while, "something...is not right here."