Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, unaware that her voice was trembling.

"it is good."

"Well... goodbye—"

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was sealed with a kiss. The man leaned down, his hot breath relentlessly pressing against her lips.

The hand on her head gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up.

Su Mian even forgot to struggle, her whole body was dazed and submissive, until the sucking turned into biting, which brought her back to her senses and her heart pounded wildly.

The tongue slipped in unnoticed, the temperature swirling between the lips and teeth, erratic yet forceful, the aroma of strong liquor surging at Su Mian's nose.

"Hmm...it's done."

She could hardly breathe, couldn't keep up, and her whole body immediately became limp and weak.

Last night's events played out in her mind like a movie, and the humid, ambiguous atmosphere intensified.

"Is that what I meant?"

A slightly hoarse and deep voice gritted its teeth in her ear. It was the first time she had ever seen Si Shi swear so passionately, and she froze.

She was breathing softly at 9:00 AM, her voice sexy yet tinged with anger. Su Mian reached out and touched the tip of her ear, feeling a strange sense of pleasure.

Although he was wearing a mask, Su Mian knew he must be wearing a cold expression, and she suddenly wanted to see what his expression was like.

"Mianmian."

Su Mian snapped out of her daze and awkwardly gave a reply.

"What I mean is, you're strong enough that you no longer need to worry about life and death, and you can easily survive by utilizing the anomalies in the dungeon, or other things."

"Even beyond winning and losing, you've unearthed something more valuable about the game and about humanity."

"To be honest, I admire you."

He stood before the girl at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his gaze deep and solemn, piercing through the mask.

"You've completely settled in here."

"Mianmian, you don't need me."

He said, "So, I hope you'll come closer to me in the future..."

"Not for survival."

The wind stopped.

All sounds are silent.

A snowflake quietly arrived, landing on Su Mian's shoulder, followed by a second, then a third, fluttering down to the earth.

She stared blankly, her pink lips slightly parted.

The sky was hazy and indistinct, with the morning light appearing and disappearing, turning the garden into a patchwork of colorful white.

The little white dove suddenly jumped up and fluttered in the air, startling a large number of butterflies away.

The sound of bells pierced through the snow and echoed across the land.

……

"Voting has begun."

At 9:00 AM, he looked away, his ears seemed to have turned red, and he stepped aside to make way.

"Go, Your Highness."

*

Su Mian didn't remember how she got back to the castle hall. The warmth of the campfire hit her face, and she realized that her body was a little stiff from the cold.

Her heart was pounding. She looked up and saw everyone standing in the middle of the hall, watching silently. Willow, standing high up, was wiping away tears, looking somewhat agitated.

He sobbed for a long time, seemingly saying a lot, yet also seemingly not having finished.

"I...I'm just a factory worker on an assembly line."

"I eat and live a simple life, but I'm content. I have a rental apartment, and I'll soon be able to save up for a down payment on a house."

"I don't know why I was dragged into this place. It's all so inexplicable, and now I'm about to die."

He sighed deeply, his lips trembling. Luna felt a pang of pity and turned her face away.

"My biggest wish in this life is to have a companion, but I... I don't have much ability, and I'm afraid that someone would suffer if they were with me."

"So I hope that in my next life, I will have the ability to love others... Everyone, thank you for listening to me."

He clasped his hands together and made several bowing gestures before finally walking down the steps, looking utterly dejected.

They arrived precisely at the appointed time (5-7 AM) and directed them to the voting area in order for the final procedure.

"Your Highness, teacher..."

Felix suddenly looked resentful. "Did you give the whip I gave you to someone else?"

Su Mian's emotions instantly returned, and she blinked, momentarily at a loss for words.

Felix, as if he understood, exaggeratedly clutched his heart, "I'm so sad... Waaah, damn it, I still can't get your caresses?"

Luna felt nauseous at the thought and jumped up to cover his mouth.

"Go vote, you big idiot!"

As they were being dragged away, they muttered to themselves, "How could my daughter's favorite idol be like this..."

Su Mian smiled for no reason and headed towards the voting area.

-

[Ding-dong – Congratulations, Detective, for clearing the "Red Shoes" dungeon! 3000 points added, current score 31600. 30,000 points allows for one revival, so you no longer need to worry about survival. Congratulations on reaching another level in the game!]

[You will now be transported to the main world]

……

– This replay is told from the perspective of the murderer, Willow.

Some fairy tales are written for children.

Some fairy tales are just epitaphs draped in sugar.

*

My name is Willow, and I own a cannery that's about to go bankrupt.

What wakes me up every day isn't the alarm clock by my bedside, but the angry questions from debt collectors and my workers.

Every day I calculate how much longer I can hold on, but I still can't see a way out.

Those red dancing shoes were something I got when I was at my most desperate.

A witch gave them to me, saying they were enchanted. I don't believe in such things; to me, they're just a pair of flashy shoes that can't solve any real problems.

So I gave it to the daughter of the milkmaid at Morning Dew Ranch.

She frequently came to the factory to buy canned goods and showed a clear liking for those shoes.

She was really happy after she put it on.

I dance every day.

Jumping continuously.

A few days later, she came to me crying, saying she couldn't stop dancing and her feet were covered in blisters, but she couldn't take off her shoes.

To stop her, I cut off her feet, but she couldn't endure the intense pain and died in the factory.

Those small feet, clad in red dancing shoes, stood there all alone in the pool of blood.

Fearing exposure, I dumped her body into the Wind Whisper Creek next to the factory.

The stream would wash everything away, and I thought that was the end of it.

But the real nightmare began after that.

The factory owed its workers wages, and the workers went to the factory to demand payment.

In my panic, I lied and said that I had developed a new formula and would soon be profitable.

To keep them calm, I had no choice but to keep repeating this lie.

During that time, I suddenly realized something:

Since the red dancing shoes themselves possess magic, do bodies affected by them also possess special effects?

I tried using those severed feet as an ingredient in canned food.

The first person to eat it was an elderly man.

A few days later, his physical condition improved significantly, and he even looked much younger.

The results proved my guess to be correct.

But there weren't enough raw materials, and those little feet were used up very quickly.

So I came up with a solution:

Rent red ballet shoes so that more people who crave beauty, attention, and change can wear them, and then recycle the worn parts.