Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Qiao Yinuo had a lot of questions, but Su Mian didn't have time to explain them to her. He hadn't finished his rent collection task yet. "It's not a dream. You're in... another world, a game world."

"The game world?"

Qiao Yinuo repeated it blankly, while Su Mian pointed to the script in her hand.

"You can think of it as role-playing. Play the role in your script well, and the game will continue."

Qiao Yinuo nodded as if she understood, remembering that she had just casually flipped through the script.

"Oh... I think my name is Dong Xuan."

As she spoke, she seemed to understand something, "Are you He San San, the landlord here?"

Su Mian nodded. "The script in your hand will be very useful. Pay attention to the tasks it emphasizes. Ask the system if you don't understand anything. Also, never go against the character's established persona."

This was the first time Qiao Yinuo had ever seen Su Mian talk so much, and she was a little surprised. She subconsciously handed Su Mian the rent money, and then a terrifying question came to her mind.

"Su... He San San, will we die?"

Su Mian paused as she took the money, then remained silent for two seconds before saying, "As long as you play the game seriously, you won't get it."

Su Mian looked at Qiao Yinuo and nodded blankly, concealing her complicated expression.

To be honest, she felt very flustered when she saw Qiao Yinuo. This was the first time someone she knew in real life had entered the game, and in that instant, she had already anticipated many things.

She was afraid that Qiao Yinuo would be unable to withstand the huge clash of worldviews and would have a mental breakdown. Although they were just roommates, if it really came to that, Su Mian was not sure if she would be able to stand by and watch as calmly as she would with other players.

But nothing has happened yet, has it?

She took a deep breath, knowing she couldn't be anxious or anticipate the outcomes that hadn't yet happened; everything was meaningless.

At least Qiao Yinuo is calmer than I imagined, isn't she? And as long as she's not the murderer, the chances of survival are high.

After repeatedly telling myself this, my heart, which was about to race, gradually calmed down.

Su Mian realized that this seemed to be the first time she had tried to persuade herself and control her emotions.

It turns out she could convince herself.

The moment of clarity brought a small sense of relief; my illness seemed to be getting better little by little, and even my passion for work was rekindled.

She walked up to the third floor, the keys at her waist clanging loudly.

The third floor is occupied by a player named Wang Xiaonan, who appears to be a very sunny and cheerful girl.

But the notebook records that this girl actually had a hard life because she was an orphan with little education, and she often moved around without a fixed place to live. She only recently moved here.

The resident on the other side is an NPC, a high school student wearing a school uniform and reciting his lessons, named Du Yuekang.

The fourth floor was completely different from the previous three floors, and Su Mian paused in her steps as she walked forward.

There is only one household here.

She looked up to her left. The front door on the left was sealed off. The black wooden door had several white borders drawn on its edges, making it look like a huge funeral portrait frame at first glance. The couplets that had been torn in half were pasted around it.

First line: Borrowing exquisite bones, I can temporarily pause between joy and sorrow.

The second line of the couplet has been torn off; the horizontal inscription reads "Peace and Safety in All Four Seasons."

On the other side was a wall. Su Mian went up and touched it, and found that there seemed to be a door opposite. The cement on it was a darker color than the surrounding area, as if it was trying to cover something up.

Out of curiosity, she knocked on the door on the left and then pressed her ear against it.

……

There was nothing there.

Only the sound of the wind.

Su Mian had no choice but to give up and turned to go up to the fifth floor, but she didn't notice that the door behind her, which was sealed with tape, slowly opened a crack.

On the fifth floor was another player named Meng Ziqi. After checking his profile, she discovered that he was a successful entrepreneur. Why would he live in a place like this?

While she was pondering, she knocked on the door.

A tall man with an upright posture opened the door. He was looking down at Su Mian. The black cat on the sofa noticed the visitor and ran away in a flash.

He looks like he's of mixed race, but he's a bit older. Fine wrinkles are faintly visible on his sculpted face, but he doesn't look old. Instead, he has a kind of handsome look that comes with age.

He took out his wallet, handed a stack of cash to Su Mian, and looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow.

Su Mian felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she took the money and didn't intend to say anything.

"Are you... a Ragdoll cat?"

Upon hearing the name, Su Mian stopped in her tracks and looked at the man in surprise. Meng Ziqi reached out, revealing a silver watch on his wrist.

Su Mian didn't reach out immediately; her wary gaze only softened the man's eyes.

How did you know my code name?

"Your winning streak is hard to miss."

Meng Ziqi did not insist, and withdrew his hand without feeling embarrassed. "Only two people on the detective list are qualified for this title."

"One of them is you."

"And another one is a tattoo?"

Su Mian answered quickly, and Meng Ziqi laughed. The sound was exactly like the laughter of a rich person in Su Mian's mind. She looked at Meng Ziqi's face and suddenly spoke.

"Are you a tattoo artist?"

The change from "you" to "you" made Meng Ziqi raise an eyebrow. His eyes revealed a hint of appreciation. Although he didn't understand how the girl had guessed it, he still nodded slowly.

"Changing your tune so quickly?"

"I respect and admire capable people."

How did you guess I had tattoos?

Mencius asked curiously.

Su Mian: "When I asked that question, your eyebrows rose, your pupils contracted slightly, and your laughter was an instinctive reaction after I answered correctly, mixed with a hint of..." Su Mian paused, "...a sense of pride in your identity?"

"You're really amazing, little girl."

Meng Ziqi rolled up his sleeves and praised him generously. He picked up the cat that had been bothering him and nodded to Su Mian, behaving with elegance.

"I hope our conversation didn't disrupt your work."

"Won't."

Su Mian knew the conversation was over and it was time for her to leave. Strong people always appreciate each other, and they speak with measured restraint. The tattoo artist had achieved his purpose in asking the question and obviously wouldn't gossip anymore.

Anyway, there will be plenty of time for future confrontations, so Su Mian is not in a hurry. Meng Ziqi waved goodbye to her, and Su Mian quickly went up to the sixth floor.

The sixth floor housed two NPC households. Both families seemed frightened, their muscles tense and faces stiff. Su Mian inquired and learned that a "terrorist" lived upstairs from them.

"Miss Landlord, if I may be so blunt, you can't just take in anyone for money."

"I heard that the man had just escaped from prison."

The NPC's eyes darted around, and he covered his mouth when he spoke, as if afraid that someone upstairs might suddenly rush down.

"A few days ago, several debt collectors came, and they were all... "

She made a throat-slitting gesture, and her family came out of the house and gave her a few warnings. The NPC immediately panicked and closed the door.