Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Willow shouted, "Hey?! Wait... where's Melissa?"

The group looked around, scratched their heads, and said, "Oh yeah, where is she?"

Felix: "Oh, who cares about her? There are plenty of slackers like that in the game."

That's true. That day, everyone compared the size of their feet, and Melissa's feet didn't match at all. Maybe she had already ruled out the possibility of her being the murderer and was hiding away to slack off.

After all, this game doesn't have a good way to punish players who leech off others, and it's common for one person to carry multiple others.

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"Your Majesty, you really cannot go in. His Highness has given the order..."

Tian Nuan forced a sweet smile, grabbed the maid's collar, and said, "Do you want to die?"

"No...no no no."

The maid hurriedly waved her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. She was completely terrified and was casually tossed aside by Tian Nuan.

Her thinking was simple: based on clues from other people and her own cards, she could basically confirm that she wasn't the murderer, so she needed to get to work on something else.

In previous games, she always carried her teammates to victory. So what if she's a slacker this once?!

Tian Nuan could no longer laugh; her nails dug deep into her flesh.

Thirty thousand points, all of her thirty thousand points... were earned by herself through constant tension in the game, and through careful planning and reasoning.

Now, because of a sleepless night and relying on a DM, his winning streak has been completely reversed, and he has fallen from the tower he built to the bottom.

All system points have been reset to zero.

Why? Why does she live so easily just because she's hooked up with a DM?

Tian Nuan sneered.

Killing her beloved cat is just the first step. This game doesn't have that DM anymore. Sleepyhead, you won't survive this instance. I'm going to make you die a painful death.

She kicked open the door and met the gaze of the red-haired man inside. He stared at her with his grey eyes for a moment, then turned to look out the window.

Tian Nuan looked at the red hair, her eyes changed slightly, and then her smile widened, even showing a sense of determination.

She really couldn't live without him.

Even the stand-in was someone who looked similar.

"I heard you're mute, Safer?"

Tian Nuan knew that this person was just an NPC, so she didn't waste any words and handed over the slave contract directly.

"I can give you everything you want: power, wealth, freedom, and love."

She walked through the easels, her skirt brushing against one painting after another. Forti stared at her skirt, his eyes gradually darkening, his knuckles twitching for a moment.

Tian Nuan thought his expression was one of suppressed excitement, so she couldn't help but smile and hand him a pen.

Tell me, what do you want?

Tian Nuan turned to the side, directing Forti's gaze to the dusty paintings.

A treasure chest at the bottom of the sea filled with gems and pearls, a realistic oil painting of a castle, covered with nude human sculptures, and the entangled love between a saint and her son.

Her eyes held a determined look as she watched Forti stand up, his shadow looming over her, and only then did she belatedly realize the oppressive feeling she was under.

Her bangs were too long, which prevented her from noticing the man's expression immediately.

He looked at her, smiled at her, playfully, with amusement.

This was not the expression a slave should have, and Tian Nuan broke out in a cold sweat.

He sensed that the person in front of him was no ordinary person, but no matter how important he was, he was just an NPC.

Tian Nuan took a deep breath, maintained her queenly posture, and slightly raised her chin.

"What? Do you want them all, or is there nothing you like here?"

"I'll give you anything I can."

The man finally stopped looking at her and began to carefully examine the painting in the far corner.

Tian Nuan followed his gaze and saw a white butterfly in the painting.

The artist skillfully used gray and light blue to depict the delicate, tranquil, light, and soft wings, and the transparent body to portray the clear glass-colored blood vessels.

It is dreamy and mysterious, but the feeling it conveys is fleeting and fragile, as if the wings would shatter with the slightest flap.

Tian Nuan frowned deeper and deeper, not understanding what the man in front of her was thinking. She maintained a perfectly measured smile, reminding herself not to be impatient.

"Do you want a butterfly? Or... something else?"

Fortie didn't look at her; he was staring intently at the painting.

Instead of using a brush, he dipped his slender fingers in the black paint that Tian Nuan had prepared for him.

Run your index finger from top to bottom, then from left to right, spreading it out with your bare hand.

At first glance, it looks like a black cross with the butterfly pinned to it.

Forty's smile widened. He withdrew his fingertips, his eyes empty yet focused, his pupils fixed on the butterfly.

That butterfly was imprisoned.

But the striking black paint makes it appear to blend seamlessly with the cross, shrouded in darkness and enveloped by an invisible force.

Its spine, its wings, everything about it, were taken over, yet this gave it the height to look down upon others; fragility became sharpness, gentleness became majesty.

Any gaze that tries to get closer will be met with a backlash.

"Are you... are you sick?"

Tian Nuan took two steps back, unsure whether she was frightened by the bold action or the slightly sickly facial expression.

The voice was so shrill that Forti finally came to his senses and his expression softened.

He suddenly grabbed Tian Nuan by the neck, and Tian Nuan's scream was stuck in her throat, her eyes filled with terror.

The arm easily led her to the painting, and Tian Nuan could only see Forti's face out of the corner of her eye.

She saw him open his mouth, revealing two fangs, and her whole body trembled. She also saw his mouth moving, and could only try her best to decipher his lip movements.

"I want prossess."

I want to possess it.

"Completely, utterly."

Thoroughly, completely.

madman.

madman!

Tian Nuan struggled, and the hand finally released her. Her legs went weak, and she leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"I don't care what you want, you have to help me, or I'll kill you right now!"

She completely lost her patience, her expression contorted, but unexpectedly saw the man nod, and Tian Nuan's expression froze.

She felt a surge of anger in her chest, but she forced herself to suppress it.

"Very good, now listen to me."

"Elizabeth is using you as a substitute."

Forty tilted his head, somewhat confused. Tian Nuan got angry when she saw his feigned madness.

"What I mean is, she has a man she loves but can't have, and he looks a lot like you, which is why she chose you, understand?"

Tian Nuan secretly rejoiced when she saw that his expression had finally turned strange.

"Don't worry, once you're free, you'll meet thousands of beautiful women. Why waste your time on such a slut?"

"All you have to do is make her fall in love with you."

Tian Nuan handed him the indenture and the skill card together.

"When she can no longer live without you, then cruelly abandon her, throw her into the basement to stay with those slaves, and let her fend for herself."