Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

After everything went completely dark, there was no system notification. A hazy image gradually appeared before my eyes, and my hands and feet were out of control, just like in a dream.

She stood in front of a glass window, with dark green curtains covering most of it. She was holding binoculars and peering through a corner of the window, observing something from a very secluded spot.

Su Mian uncontrollably followed her gaze to the opposite side, the camera focusing on the dilapidated resettlement house across the street, on the balcony of the seventh floor.

A red-haired man with a wolf tail was shirtless. He was tall and upright, with fair skin and a wheatish complexion. His latissimus dorsi muscles were taut, and his waist and abdomen were firm.

The tattoo on half of his back features the skeleton of a snake wrapped around several roses, exuding both power and mystery.

He had his back to the balcony, and he was gripping the neck of a skinny, bald man, his bare forearm showing bulging veins.

Su Mian felt herself taking deep breaths, and her heartbeat was not quite normal. Her hand holding the binoculars trembled slightly.

It didn't feel like fear, but rather like discovering some secret, or perhaps the excitement and trembling that comes from spying.

Suddenly, the bald man's struggling arm in his hand went limp and he stopped breathing. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and seemed to be looking out onto the balcony.

Su Mian belatedly realized she had been discovered, and her body instinctively crouched down, causing the binoculars to crash to the ground with a thud.

……

Welcome back, detective, to the endless murder mystery game!

The current script is titled "The Neighbor Who Doesn't Move".

Su Mian opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of an old apartment building, with various little GGs pasted all over the iron gate.

Before she could even process what that memory was, her fingers had already unconsciously entered a password, and the iron gate to the building opened.

Your name is He San San, and you are the landlord of this entire apartment building.

Su Mian lowered her head, holding a small booklet in her hand, which listed the residents of each floor, for a total of seven floors.

There are two units per floor. Some floors are cheaper and some are more expensive, but that's normal.

The occupancy rate is low because the building is rumored to be haunted, so the rent is very low, which happens to attract many people looking for cheap rentals.

You don't live here; you live across the street.

As Su Mian stepped into the building, a chilly atmosphere hit her, and the wind brushed against her neck, moving away from where the wind was blowing.

[Because you have a severe voyeuristic tendency.]

Su Mian's steps came to a halt.

You enjoy observing what your residents are doing, especially when they notice someone watching them on their balconies, suddenly look up, but find nothing.

[And you, the perpetrator, are hiding behind the curtains, panting. This feeling makes your heart race, your blood boil, yet it also brings endless pleasure.]

……

So, did what just happened actually happen?

For some reason, she's gotten used to it.

This lousy script keeps giving her weird character settings, but on second thought, it makes it easier to observe other players, so it's a good thing.

She comforted herself, knowing she had already reached the door of a resident on the first floor.

Today's rent collection day, hurry up and collect the rent!

[Ding-dong – Script loading complete. Detective, maintain your persona, find the real culprit, and survive until the end of the game.]

4399 had just launched, and I was thinking of saying hello to Su Mian when I suddenly saw the name of the dungeon. The whole system was like it had been struck by lightning and went into a frenzy.

It paused for a moment, then frantically retrieved the data.

On the screen, glowing with a green fluorescent light, a cold, impersonal message appeared.

The survival rate of the instance is zero.

It severed its connection with its host, terrified, and its data flow spiraled out of control. Warning prompts flashed incessantly, and it no longer bothered to close the pop-up windows that kept appearing.

It’s over.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

It must have been targeted by the arbitrators, who want to kill its host. It should have known better than to let the master get away with it in the previous instance!

4399 was afraid that its mindset would affect its sleep, so it didn't dare to say a word and frantically called other systems, but no one responded in the channel. It trembled and felt pitiful and helpless.

……

Su Mian reached out and knocked on the door, quickly getting into character.

The resident of unit 1-1 is a nanny who is not usually home. She mostly cooks, cleans, or takes care of children in other wealthy people's homes. Today, she unexpectedly opened the door.

Aunt Liu opened the door carrying a cardboard box. She looked like a thin but kind woman, wearing oval-rimmed silver glasses.

"Oh, it's the landlady. Wait here, I'll go get you the money."

She put down the cardboard box, took off her apron, and rummaged through the coffee table.

While waiting, Su Mian casually glanced at the delivery box. Aunt Liu returned soon after and smiled kindly when she saw Su Mian looking at it.

"I'm going on vacation soon, and I'm going to knit a scarf for Mrs. Chen's daughter. Haha, I'm quite reluctant to part with her. That child is so cute. As soon as she came to my house, she kept pestering me to play with her."

She wrapped a stack of bills in paper and handed it to Su Mian, still muttering to herself.

"Oh, it's a pity I haven't touched a needle and thread in a long time. I don't know if I can finish knitting it before my vacation."

Su Mian wrote down the money Aunt Liu gave her in her notebook, along with what she said. Finally, Aunt Liu said goodbye to her.

She casually flipped through the booklet and found that there were two households on the second floor, and both of them were live streamers.

When she knocked on one door, the other door opened first, and Su Mian turned around.

She was a girl wearing a leopard-print tank top, with chestnut-brown wavy hair and smoky makeup.

He didn't even glance at her, casually tossing a wad of money tied with a rubber band to Su Mian with an impatient expression.

"Can't you see I'm livestreaming? You really know how to pick your time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed shut with a "bang," causing the entire building to shake twice.

Su Mian stared at the girl's face and frowned, almost trying to see through the closed door.

Two seconds later, the door in front of them opened as well, with only a crack in the door, and half a head peeked out.

When her gaze fell on Su Mian, the girl paused for a moment, then her pupils contracted sharply.

"Stay..."

"Shh!"

Su Mian immediately covered her mouth.

Qiao Yinuo almost burst into tears. She was just about to call her advisor when suddenly her head felt dizzy and everything went black.

She screamed in fright, and found herself in this place without any explanation.

A voice in her head was saying some strange things, like murder mystery games and detective stories. All she knew was that Su Mian often played these kinds of games.

But she was too scared to listen carefully.

Then she heard someone knocking on the door. Her mind went completely blank. She didn't dare to think about whether the person standing outside was a person or a ghost. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened the door, trembling.

Seeing Su Mian's serious expression, Qiao Yinuo immediately covered her mouth, but finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing a familiar person in an unfamiliar environment gradually warmed her completely cold body.

"Where...where am I? Am I dreaming?"

"You... why do you look so calm?"