Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

A few silver-white whiskers grew on her cheeks, and her face, though reverting to its original appearance, was even more beautiful.

It's just like the model in the game, but what she finds most unacceptable is...

What's the meaning of the ears on the head...?

The reflection of Su Mian in the water was frowning, her expression extremely serious, but the bodysuit had been replaced by a pink and white cake dress.

She also had a huge white bow tied to her back, making her look both honest and charming.

I don’t know if it’s because of the “mutation”, but Su Mian feels that her jawline has widened and her face has become rounder.

A pair of black pupils were filled with terror.

She saw something terrible.

A huge, fluffy tail.

……

……

What are her chances of winning if she blinds Forty now?

[Mianmian, there's no time left, the dance is about to start.]

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"Tonight, we will choose the one who truly deserves to wear these red dancing shoes. The nightingale is our witness, and we will bless this lucky one who will gain eternal charm. Her dance will become legendary, and her life will be dazzling."

All the guests held their breath, their eyes fixed on the pair of dancing shoes. At dawn, they raised their hands, and the lights in the hall were turned on one by one.

"Now, show us your most beautiful dance moves and fight for the final glory!"

"The final ball in the Kingdom of Elossia is about to come to an end!"

The crowd cheered, and elegant, beautiful music played as they danced to the rhythm. No one remembered who had hosted the ball, nor did anyone remember that the old king was dead.

They didn't care; they just wanted those red dancing shoes, so they all danced with all their might.

Some elderly people, with difficulty walking, still panted heavily and swayed as they danced with their partners, stiff as a dying kangaroo.

The little man's glasses fell to the ground with a "thud." He rubbed his eyes and was led around in circles by another little man to the other side.

His glasses had already been trampled to pieces. He screamed and cried, but dared not stop dancing, afraid of being eliminated.

The players watched this bizarre scene in silence, as if they were all possessed.

"Where is Elizabeth?"

Luna nervously rubbed her hands together. According to her guess, Elizabeth must be the candidate tonight, but she hadn't arrived yet.

Going against the character's established traits is the least of it; if the plot doesn't continue as it's written in the script, all players will likely be affected.

"Ah, she should be in her room making love with her little slave."

Melissa spoke up at an inopportune moment, and everyone looked over. Her face was covered in heavy makeup, but her smile was exceptionally bright.

"He even ordered that no one was allowed to approach. I think he's so infatuated that he doesn't even want to come to the ball anymore."

She was secretly delighted, quite certain that the slave had used the skill card; otherwise, this woman wouldn't be so foolish as to not even attend the ball.

As expected, self-interest is more likely to sway everything. Su Mian, the person you cherish and can't live without is about to kill you.

The thought of Su Mian disappearing from this world tomorrow filled her with immense joy. Although she couldn't get her points back, the person who caused her to lose those points would also be punished.

She suppressed the darkness in her eyes, seeing that Pip and Willow were truly frightened by her words.

Pip: "Then...what should we do? Will we get involved?"

"No... How could someone as serious about games as Elizabeth be so infatuated with a man that she loses her mind?"

Luna looked worried; she was more afraid that Elizabeth had been threatened by a man, as Elizabeth didn't seem like that kind of person.

"But she was like that this morning... Could she have been faking it?"

Willow felt ashamed of what had happened that morning and began to stammer.

"Gentlemen... what do you think about us catching them in the act?"

Felix suddenly spoke, his eyes gleaming with cunning, his excitement palpable.

Luna's eye twitched.

Why use the phrase "catching someone cheating"? Does this guy really think he's the rightful wife?

Without waiting for anyone to stop him, he turned and left the messy ballroom.

"Get moving, everyone! Don't even think that the red dancing shoes will go to those lazybones."

At the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), the guests, already drenched in sweat, began to dance even more energetically, laughing loudly without restraint. The players were jostled and knocked over by the chaotic crowd.

rustling...

rustling...

The nightingale moved, its feathers folded together and then spread open, a glowing feather falling into Mao Shi's hand. She stared at the players in the distance and casually waved it.

Immediately, the players looked around.

Pip: "She...she's asking us, where is Elizabeth?"

The feathers were clearly meant for sleeping, but the person wasn't there at the moment.

"Good heavens, it seems Nightingale has made her choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stopped. Mao Shi's gaze swept over the group of flustered players, and his smile grew wider and wider. Rabbit Tooth was already eagerly awaiting its dinner.

"I just don't know if Her Highness the Princess will be able to get there in time. If she doesn't... Nightingale will be angry."

"Your Grace, please wait a little longer. Our companions have gone to her room to fetch her; she should be here soon..."

"Is that so?"

At dawn, with their elbows resting on the white porcelain countertop on the second floor, these foolish players probably still don't know that their beloved Elizabeth has already flown away and entered that factory... and it's unlikely she'll ever come out again.

This instance is actually quite simple from beginning to end: who owns the red dancing shoes, who killed the king, and who reclaimed the shoes. The difficulty lies in how to enter the factory and how to find her portrait.

The curse of the red dancing shoes was bestowed by a witch, which is why the factory hangs her portrait on the wall.

She tapped her fingertip lightly, not really caring about the little player. She followed along at 9:00 AM. If something happened, how would she explain it to her superiors?

The above means to throw him out and torture him, to temper his willful and passive nature.

Unexpectedly, the player who played the "tyrant" princess was so soft-hearted, but now is not the time to talk about that.

Just as she was deep in thought, the door suddenly opened, the night wind rushed in, and the candlelight flickered wildly.

A petite figure stood backlit at the doorway, her pink and white tutu billowing in the wind like flower petals blooming.

"Who...who is this NPC? I've never seen him before?"

Pip paused for a moment, then whispered something in Luna's ear. Luna didn't say anything, staring at the doorway, feeling that the figure looked strangely familiar.

All eyes were fixed on her.

Su Mian suppressed her wildly beating heart, lifted her skirt, and stepped into the ballroom.

She stopped in front of the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) and raised her face.

At dawn, he squinted, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and shook the feather in his hand that had returned to its original state.

"Your Highness, as a candidate, isn't it rather impolite for you to be here now?"

"I'm sorry, Your Grace, but I have indeed arrived, haven't I?"