Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian and Forti mingled at the end of the assembly line, pretending to inspect the sealed canned goods. Su Mian kept her head down and observed with the corner of her eye.

All the employees wore orange earplugs, worked quickly and efficiently, and remained expressionless.

A striking oil painting hangs high up.

It was the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), and also the time of the witch.

Su Mian frowned.

Why is there a painting of a witch here? Is she one of their major clients? Or perhaps a major shareholder?

Just as Su Mian was pondering, a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue uniform and an armband with the words "Manager" walked over with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of Su Mian.

His sharp gaze was fixed on the left shoulder blade of the Su Mian bodysuit, where there was a tiny, inconspicuous hole.

At that moment, his eyes widened and his face instantly tightened.

"The uniform... is damaged."

For a moment, time stood still.

All the workers wearing earplugs stopped moving in unison.

They slowly and stiffly turned their heads, and hundreds of eyes focused on Su Mian.

Su Mian took a step back, and cold sweat broke out.

"Violation of Rule 1".

"Get rid of it."

"Ha..." The nearest female worker made a muffled sound in her throat. She dropped the can in her hand and scrambled down from the workbench.

Then came the second, the third... All the workers in Zone B, like puppets pulled by the same string, their faces contorted in rage, slowly surrounded Su Mian and Forti.

Their movements were initially somewhat hesitant, but they became faster and faster, accompanied by low growls from their throats.

"Run!" Su Mian shouted, pulling Forti along as they rushed deeper into the workshop.

But people were gathering from all directions. The road ahead was blocked, and the road behind was blocked by the tightly closed workshop doors.

In the corner, an inconspicuous conveyor belt was running, but there was nothing there.

There is no choice.

Su Mian and Forti exchanged a glance and simultaneously lunged at the conveyor belt.

Inertia carried them swiftly into the dark passage.

Behind them, the ear-piercing sound of workers frantically scratching at the metal panels at the entrance could be heard.

In the darkness, only the sound of Su Mian's panting could be heard, and Forti wrapped her tightly in his arms.

The conveyor belt curved and descended in the darkness.

Suddenly, an intersection appeared ahead, and another, wider conveyor belt merged in from the left.

That conveyor belt wasn't carrying canned goods.

Su Mian looked closely and her breath caught in her throat.

are people.

Or rather, the human torso.

The pale body was barely visible, with only a trace of its former self in the sealed space.

This is the source of the "raw materials," and the "finished product" after processing in Zone A.

"Their feet were cut off."

Su Mian couldn't see clearly, so Forty wrote in her palm.

The conveyor belts converged, carrying two people and those carrying torsos side by side, rushing forward together towards the increasingly loud sound of the flowing water.

A foul, muddy smell wafted towards us.

Suddenly, the view opened up, and at the end of the conveyor belt was a sloping stream of water.

The mutilated bodies were all swept into the pool and cascaded down a sloping, moss-covered trough.

Su Mian and Forti didn't have time to brake and were thrown into the pool along with the canned goods and remains on the conveyor belt.

The water rushed into his mouth and nose instantly, causing a sharp pain in his lungs and a violent coughing fit.

The shock of the icy water caused his face to drain of color and his lips to turn bluish-purple.

Her pale pink undergarment, soaked through, clung to her slender body, outlining her thin frame, while her black hair clung to her neck like seaweed.

Just as she was about to be swept away completely, a cold and strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back forcefully.

Forti had somehow transformed half of his body into a snake, his thick, shiny black tail swaying nimbly in the water, firmly stabilizing the two of them.

His amber-colored vertical pupils narrowed in the dim light, filled with a cold, menacing aura.

He used the momentum to swing, carrying Su Mian against the current towards a faint protrusion on the side wall, which was a rusty square iron cover, like an old maintenance gate.

With his muscles bulging, Forti used his snake tail to suddenly wrap around a bare steel pipe next to him, and used the momentum to kick it hard.

"Clang—!"

He violently kicked open the rusted gate, causing it to collapse inward along with the loose bricks and stones around it, revealing a dark hole.

The murky water immediately rushed into the cave.

The world spun around.

Su Mian lay on the ground, coughing violently. Forti licked Su Mian's cold little face, and Su Mian frowned and moved away.

"It's very dirty."

Fortie didn't stop, and Su Mian didn't have the strength to stop him. She weakly raised her head and looked around.

Before me was the familiar stream, and along the bank were rustling reeds.

As dusk approached, a cold wind swept in, making the scene even more desolate.

It is Fengyuxi.

Everything at this moment is linked together into a clear and bloody chain.

Su Mian felt a sense of shock, and the truth was almost bursting out of her mouth. She couldn't wait to return to the castle to tell the players the truth, but her body almost couldn't hold on and she was about to faint.

No, if we don't go back now, we'll miss the ball.

[Mianmian, how about we try drawing a skill card? Maybe it'll be useful?]

4399 was very worried about her condition and decided to speak up after thinking about it.

"it is good."

[Ding-dong – Drawing skill cards.]

[Congratulations, Detective! You have obtained "Cinderella's Bells," which will make you incredibly beautiful. "Mutation" will allow you to develop a new form that best suits your nature.]

[At the same time, the body is reawakened, and all injuries will be concealed, but a backlash will occur after the bell tolls.]

A card landed in Su Mian's hand. She was startled and quickly put it in her pocket, but Forti had already seen everything.

Su Mian was unaware that he had seen this kind of card before, and she was afraid that if he asked, she wouldn't be able to explain it. Fortunately, Forti only glanced at it briefly before looking back at her face.

"Forty, turn around."

Forty turned away after hearing this, while Su Mian held up the card and murmured softly.

"I want to use a skill card."

[Ding-dong – Skill card activated, matching you with the most suitable "mutation".]

The cards transformed into tiny golden specks at Su Mian's fingertips.

A gentle power emanated from the location of her heart.

Instantly, it permeated her limbs and bones, like flowing water or silk, caressing her body and causing her blood to surge.

Is this the feeling of a princess transforming in a fairy tale?

She thought about it at an inopportune time, but then realized it was a bit childish.

Immediately, the coldness and exhaustion vanished, replaced by an overflowing energy and a sense of pleasure, and even the senses were amplified.

She subconsciously touched her cheek with her fingertips, and the first thing she touched was a strand of hair. Her long-straight hair had turned into honey-brown curls, with the fluffy ends brushing against her shoulders. She curled up uncomfortably.

This was really itchy for someone like me who never wears turtlenecks.

She swept all the hair she had gathered behind her ears, but the back of her hand brushed against the strands of hair on her cheek.

……

Su Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly squatted down to look at her reflection in the stream water.