Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian immediately got up and went over.

Felix was squatting next to a clump of ferns, pointing to the ground.

On the soft, muddy soil beside the stream, a series of footprints could be faintly seen.

"Hmm... probably around size 38."

Felix stroked his chin, speculating, while Su Mian's eyes gazed into the distance.

Near the footprints, there are some circular indentations, about thirty centimeters in diameter, deeply embedded in the soil, much deeper than the human footprints next to them, with each indentation clearly defined.

"This is..." Su Mian crouched closer and used her finger to roughly measure the size and depth of the circular mark.

This doesn't look like animal footprints, nor does it look like ordinary wheel tracks.

A perfectly round circle of 30 centimeters can leave such a deep indentation...

The base looked like something. Su Mian's eyes lit up. She immediately thought of Forti's painting, the huge king chess piece, whose base seemed to be about the same size.

According to Pip's description, the king pieces he saw were moving, meaning they all matched.

"The king piece, perhaps the soul of the king, is giving us hints wherever it goes."

Having figured this out, Su Mian decided to go out and investigate personally at midnight tonight.

Pip was frightened by the chess piece, so he didn't investigate further, but the direction the king went must have been some kind of guide.

The two quickly returned to the castle and summoned the players.

"So...who among us wears a size 38 shoe?"

Felix asked everyone to stick out their feet and compare them one by one with his own.

"My feet are size 40, a little small, um..."

He brought his foot close to several players and pointed them out.

"Pip, Willow, and Luna, you all have size 38 feet."

"This suggests that you might be the owners of the red dancing shoes. Combined with your short stature, we can pinpoint... Willow and Luna."

"Me? No, no, no, it can't be me, I didn't draw that kind of card..."

After being pointed at, Willow panicked and hurriedly waved his hands.

Su Mian suddenly frowned and slowly lowered her head.

An extremely dangerous idea formed in his mind.

From the very first day she entered the game, she felt that her shoes were very uncomfortable, but after wearing them for two days, she almost got used to them.

Is it possible that... my feet are also size 38?

But she didn't speak. The atmosphere was heavy. A suspect had been identified, and the atmosphere today was no longer as harmonious as yesterday.

Pip clasped his hands in a fist and remained silent, while Tian Nuan maintained her aloof demeanor, occasionally taking out a small knife to sharpen her nails.

An hour before the party, Su Mian rushed back to her bedroom, took off her shoes, took a measuring tape, and her heart sank.

The shoes were size 36, but her feet were size 38.

In other words, she could also be the owner of the red dancing shoes.

But how could my analysis be wrong? If I were the owner of the red shoes, why would I go to all that trouble to get them again?

Perhaps they were stolen; after all, so many people wanted those shoes. No, that's not right... it doesn't make sense.

She had no reason to be in Twilight Forest. Su Mian shook her head to clear her mind, and then drew another card about Elizabeth.

[Drawing clue cards...]

[Actually, you already knew your father liked you. You deliberately made yourself look ugly just to make him think you were disfigured and reduce the number of times you had contact.]

My sleep-deprived brain went completely blank with a sudden "buzz".

Motive for murder.

Will Elizabeth kill her father because of his disgusting and despicable actions?

QQ –

"Your Highness, the ball is about to begin."

Su Mian quickly gathered her thoughts, closed her eyes, and after a while, arrived at the banquet hall.

Today at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), he looked very tired and spoke weakly. The players were terrified for a long time before realizing that there was nothing scary about the game today.

Everyone was dancing casually. Several princes approached Su Mian and tried to invite her to dance, but were all turned away with a cold look.

"Is that black pig prince playing chess with himself again? Isn't he bored?"

"Hey, look at him, he doesn't seem bored at all. These chess pieces are much more interesting to him than the princess."

"But he's really dark-skinned, almost the same color as the black chess pieces."

"Who can argue with that?"

"Hahahaha..."

Several wealthy young ladies burst into laughter, and Su Mian, holding a wine glass, walked straight over.

He was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't look up until the shadow of his sleep fell on the chessboard.

"Your Highness Elizabeth...?" He tilted his head, his pig-like nose twitching. "Interested in chess...?"

"I know a little." Su Mian's voice was calm and even as she sat down on the empty chair opposite the Black Pig Prince and placed her wine glass aside.

"Don't you get bored playing chess alone?" Su Mian looked up at him.

The black pig prince chuckled twice, his voice rough and hoarse: "The opponent... is in your heart. The real game is never on the chessboard, Your Highness."

He gave Su Mian a meaningful look, his eyes cloudy yet sharp, seemingly dull but actually quite shrewd. "Want to... play a game? Finish this game for my 'opponent'."

"With pleasure." Su Mian replied without hesitation.

The game restarts.

The Black Prince, playing black, made the first move and continued his previously envisioned aggressive style, launching a black bishop from the side, aiming directly at white's seemingly weak kingside.

Instead of immediately responding to the aggressive offensive, Su Mian, holding the white pawn, moved a seemingly insignificant rear guard piece to solidify her own formation.

"Defense?" The black pig prince snorted through his nose, somewhat dismissive.

"On my chessboard, retreating will only lead to a quicker death." He immediately moved his queen to form a pincer movement with his bishop, creating an even stronger sense of pressure.

Su Mian didn't immediately pick up a piece; she suddenly looked up.

"Hesitating?" The black pig prince keenly sensed the subtle change in her aura, a sly glint in his small eyes.

"A game of chess is like a battlefield, Your Highness. When you can't decide whether to attack or defend..."

He picked up the rampaging Black Queen and thrust it forward several squares, heading straight for the heart of the White side, with an overwhelming aura.

"The answer is, of course,... attack! Tear through the defenses and kill the enemy's king in your own castle—that's the way to win!"

Su Mian stroked the chess piece in her hand, "But what if... I get bitten in return?"

She was led astray by her own cleverness. Offense meant acting without hesitation to find the real culprit, while defense meant concealing herself and observing the situation.

The Black Pig Prince gave Su Mian a deep look, then stretched out two fingers, picked up the Black Queen, and moved the Queen piece from its original position on the Queen's side.