Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Upon hearing this, the people behind him widened their eyes.

"Elizabeth?!"

Pip rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his gaze fixed intently on the large, fan-like tail.

However, Mao Shi was very disappointed by her arrival, which meant she wouldn't be able to have a good meal that night. "Where is your little slave?"

Her wish was thwarted, but she didn't forget her main task.

"They ran away."

Su Mian's expression was indifferent, and he spoke these words with unusual calmness, without even wagging his tail.

Upon hearing Su Mian's answer, Tian Nuan's eyes lit up.

It seems that the slave has already begun his later plans.

He neglected her, abandoned her, and finally, when she begged him to change his mind, he threw her into the castle's basement without hesitation, leaving her to fend for herself with the men she had tormented.

But looking at Su Mian's expression, something seems off.

Tian Nuan frowned, then remembered that she was naturally expressionless, and perhaps she was heartbroken but hadn't shown any emotion on her face.

"They ran away?!"

The sound suddenly became shrill at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

No! No!

How did things turn out this way? If Si Shi had been released, given his intelligence and vengeful nature, he would have either turned that former "slaughterhouse" upside down or realized that there were loopholes in the time and identity system of this world.

Letting him go means he might remember at any time and realize that he is not an NPC.

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. The thought of being the one to suffer from a mismanagement sent chills down her spine, and her rabbit teeth began to tremble.

She suddenly screamed, her pupils turned red, startling everyone present. Her high heels slammed heavily on the floor, almost creating a hole.

At the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), its form shifted, instantly transforming into a giant black rabbit. With a kick of its hind legs, it burst out of the banquet hall, leaving behind a strong gust of wind.

……

Unaware that she had caused trouble, Su Mian scratched her face, looking completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with her?"

Hmm... I guess I'll get my performance bonus docked, but it's none of your business, Mianmian, you don't need to worry about it.

Su Mian nodded, not caring, and stood in front of the red dancing shoes, lifting her skirt.

With the truth revealed, she could put on the ballet shoes without any psychological pressure.

"Wait!" Luna called out, and Su Mian froze, turning to look at her.

"Your Highness, are you really going to gamble like this? What if you guess wrong..."

Su Mian shook her head and looked at the factory owner, Willow, who looked confused, or rather, he always looked like that.

A middle-aged man forced to participate in a game may actually be a miserable person who has not yet started a family or established a career in reality.

He acted like a clueless teenager when faced with her morning "nonsense".

Now he doesn't know he's the murderer.

In this world, people without brains and abilities cannot survive.

At some point, Su Mian began to realize that the so-called game, the so-called script murder mystery, had long been distorted beyond recognition by the rules.

Life and death are the most important things on both sides of the scales of judgment, while "right and wrong" are merely additional conditions that allow wise people to distance themselves from those incompetent ants.

She took a deep breath and put on the pair of red dancing shoes that would draw everyone's attention.

Then she suddenly looked up, bowed slightly to the people present, tiptoed, and twirled lightly, blending into the eerie music.

Like a kitten doll that has come to life, or like the little figures on a strawberry cake that have grown flesh and blood.

Dreamy, sweet, the red dancing shoes are beautiful and eye-catching, the lace deforms as it swings rapidly, looking like white thorns, wrapping around slender ankles.

"It's over, it's over... I made the wrong bet."

Luna looked at this fairytale-like scene, but she couldn't feel happy at all. She even felt a little breathless, and her heart was filled with fear and worry.

Pip covered his mouth, a chill running down his spine and his limbs stiffening at the thought that she would dance forever until she died, yet his eyes never left the girl's figure.

Pink earlobes, smooth tail fur...it looks fluffy, and its eyes are so beautiful.

In real life, Pip is a huge fan of Fury, but I've never seen anyone like her. She gives the impression of being one with the kitten.

so cute.

So this is what the real Elizabeth looked like. He completely forgot the curse of the red shoes and became immersed in his own world.

The cheers of the surrounding NPCs surged forth like waves.

"Elizabeth! Your Highness Elizabeth!"

Their faces beamed with all sorts of fervent expressions: congratulations, resentment, disappointment, excitement, and finally they began to dance in pairs, turning the dance floor into a vortex of revelry.

The players, however, remained frozen in place.

"So...she's going to die?"

Tian Nuan asked uncertainly, feeling somewhat disappointed. If she had known she was going to die anyway, why would she have gone to all this trouble?

Luna had no intention of answering Tian Nuan's question. She tried to step forward and pull back the "uncontrollable" Elizabeth, but was violently pushed aside by the crowd.

Su Mian walked towards them, extending a hand as if inviting them to dance. Tian Nuan covered her mouth with a feather fan and dodged to the side, and the hands naturally pointed towards Wei Luo.

Willow hastily retreated, nearly knocking over the wine glass behind him, waving his hands repeatedly, "I...I'm not very good at it..."

"It's okay." Su Mian's voice was drowned out by the suddenly rising symphony, only her lip movements were clear.

She held out her paw, her cat tail swaying, revealing a hint of her owner's leisurely contentment.

Willow swallowed hard. Maybe dancing with her would make the girl feel better? Would the Red Shoes let her go?

He thought uncertainly that the girl had no expression, only slight panting, as if she was a little tired, with sweat soaking her slightly flushed cheeks.

Willow finally placed his rough hand on it, his fingers trembling.

He was led to the center of the dance floor.

Willow followed awkwardly, like a marionette.

Su Mian led him and took the initiative to dance the male steps. Willow had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The girl was indeed dancing continuously without stopping.

"Fengyu Creek is beautiful."

During one of her spins, her voice was warm and gentle, yet it pierced through the deafening music.

"That cannery on the other side of the river, is it yours?"

Willow nodded stiffly.

"The final vote is tomorrow." Su Mian led him through a graceful slide, her skirt sweeping across the gleaming floor, reflecting Willow's absent-minded face. Su Mian sighed.

"Have you... gone back to check?"

Willow froze, her dance steps faltering slightly: "N-no, I was brought here from the start of the game, I didn't have a chance..."

Su Mian lowered her eyes.

In that instant, Willow saw her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and her indifferent expression gave Willow a misleading impression of pity and tenderness, like an angel looking down on all living beings from a stained-glass window in a church.

"Let's go back and take a look," she said.

The music reached its climax at this moment, with the brass instruments emitting brilliant and sharp sounds, echoing the rustling of the dancing shoes.

Willow's heart skipped a beat.