Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

He seemed to realize something, and Su Mian let go of his hand, wiping the sweat from his palm with a handkerchief. The sweat was Willow's.

"You will see a pair of red dancing shoes."

He listened to the faint, elusive voice, and gradually despaired.

Red dancing shoes...

Really... in the factory?

I am the one who...

Countless fragments exploded in his mind: size 38 feet, the map of Fengyuxi that he had accidentally seen on the second floor, and the letter that all the players had discovered together.

He then realized that his sleep was not under control.

She was fully aware of everything, and with this magnificent dance as a backdrop, she was revealing the silent truth to him, the oblivious "murderer."

She could have left after putting on her dancing shoes; the story could have ended there; everything would have ended when Elizabeth revealed the truth, making her the murderer and ending the game.

Why tell him?

Willow's dance steps froze completely, and he staggered to a stop, his hand still loosely resting on Su Mian's waist, but trembling like a sieve.

Is it pity? Pity for him, this fool who was manipulated by the rules and didn't even know the truth until the very end of the game.

Let him have the opportunity to face the truth and process this overwhelming despair before the final judgment arrives?

Compared to the mechanical, cold rules of the game that only announce the results, her "information" at this moment seemed like a cruel act of kindness.

It is a gentle judgment, and also an angel within death.

She gave him time to process it, making this reprieve less painful.

The music never stopped, and the revelry continued.

The NPCs continued to spin and laugh, as if the brief silence in the center of the dance floor, a matter of life and death, did not exist.

Su Mian gently withdrew her hand, gave Willow a very slight nod, and completed an elegant farewell.

She is not a player trapped by the rules.

She walks above the rules, and in her lowered gaze, there is a decisiveness that easily uncovers the truth and controls life and death, as well as a trace of undiminished human warmth.

Willow knew that Su Mian didn't intend to reveal the truth tonight, otherwise the dance would have been for nothing.

She might tell them the truth tomorrow, while he's still asleep, and then let DM take her away silently.

Pain and despair gradually spread throughout his body.

No one knows what happened between the two. All that is known is that after the ball, Willow became absent-minded, his eyes filled with sorrow, yet he seemed resigned to his fate.

……

"This was his own choice."

Su Mian leaned against the railing, gazing quietly.

"I showed him the way, but whether he tried his best or gave up was his own decision."

"Where he goes after hearing that is none of my business."

Felix rested his chin on his hand, his gaze so intense it was almost glued to her.

Su Mian clicked her tongue and wagged her tail impatiently. Felix immediately looked away and coughed, pretending to be serious.

"Sometimes I really feel that the rules of the game are too cruel; every person who is voted out is destined to die."

He yawned. "When will this rule be changed...?"

Actually, he went to Fengyuxi and became suspicious of Willow when he saw the factory across the street.

But because of a little bit of cowardice, he didn't dare to go in, and thus missed the truth.

He hadn't found Elizabeth in the room, and as soon as he came out, he stumbled upon the two of them dancing together.

Although he was a little jealous, he was more curious, so he stopped Elizabeth and decided to ask her.

Hmm... Now that it's really time to vote, I'm a little reluctant. Thinking this, he glanced at the girl next to him, his Adam's apple bobbing, his heart pounding.

"Where did your little slave go?"

Su Mian frowned. "Don't pry into my affairs."

Felix feigned sadness, clutching his chest, biting his lip dramatically, and drooping the corners of his eyes.

Before Su Mian could even make a face, she heard the loud chimes from the clock tower.

Ding-dong –

Ding-dong –

She immediately realized something, her pupils widened slightly, and she lifted her skirt and turned to run away.

"I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Before Felix could even try to stop her, the girl ran off in a flash.

He scratched his head, staring at the ground with amusement as he muttered to himself.

"Why weren't any crystal ballet shoes left behind...?"

*

The glamorous cake dress quickly faded away, revealing the denim outfit Su Mian wore that morning, with brown leggings that made her slender legs appear and disappear.

Her tail brushed against her trouser leg, swaying back and forth. She quickly rushed into the bedroom, closed the door, touched her ears, and glanced at her lower back.

Damn.

Why haven't these furry things disappeared yet?

Using "The Bell of Henderra" will have a backlash effect; after the bell rings, Su Mian thinks she will become weak.

But no, her whole body felt like a furnace, her cheeks and ears were burning.

Terrible.

Her lower abdomen seemed very hot, much hotter than other places. Her tail was uncomfortable, as if subconsciously, or as if it had come back to life, it wrapped around her sleeping legs and rubbed gently.

"Waaah..."

The vest that fit perfectly this morning is now so tight it's making it hard to breathe.

She had no choice but to unbutton the top button, revealing her collarbone, and buried her face in the pillow in discomfort.

How strange, why is it so strange?

I just want to make myself feel more comfortable.

So she reached out and rubbed the back of her leg, a place she rarely touched except when showering... and a surge of stimulation instantly came over her.

"ha……"

The brain begins to secrete dopamine, and the body seems to feel more pleasant and comforted.

But it wasn't enough... I don't know if the sweat on my forehead was from anxiety or something else.

A cold hand touched the girl's back. She flinched, shrugged, turned her head, and pressed her cheek against her collarbone, trying to cool down.

The figure was faintly visible in the moonlight. Su Mian recognized the person and immediately turned her face away, not wanting him to see her.

"Forty! Didn't I tell you to leave?"

She was somewhat agitated, her pupils were moist, and her annoyed voice sounded like a spoiled tantrum; she was furious that Forty was not following her orders.

The fact that Su Mian let him go was something Su Mian had arranged long ago, in order to make Tian Nuan believe that she was already caught in the trap.

On the other hand, she was afraid of Forti's recklessness, fearing that he might lose control and do something terrible.

"But are you really willing to let me leave now?"

She froze when she heard Forty speak, and the sound brushed against her earlobe.

"Hmm? Mianmian."

Su Mian's mind went blank for a moment. She reluctantly showed half of her face and looked at him with that eye, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Red hair.

White mask.

Forti became Si Shi (9-11 AM).

"you……"

Su Mian's voice was hoarse in her throat, and she suddenly couldn't say a word. She wanted to ask how Si Shi suddenly regained his memories, but she didn't know how to start the conversation.

"When I received your skill cards, something already came to mind..."

He didn't say when he remembered everything, but that's not important. Maybe he saw a strange NPC, or some minor plot holes that weren't fixed, or maybe...

I saw Su Mian's face by the Wind Whispering Creek.