Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She suddenly had a bold idea.

Could the protagonist in that inexplicable voyeuristic memory be the murderer upstairs?

In her memory, the balcony of the apartment she was observing seemed to be on the highest floor, while her own apartment was on the seventh floor of the building opposite.

After the man strangled the debt collector to death, he turned around sharply. He could sense something even from that distance. Su Mian felt that she was doomed.

She could only pray that he had just happened to turn around and hadn't noticed anything.

……

With a feeling of trepidation, I knocked on the door.

a bit.

Two times.

no respond.

Su Mian's heartbeat, however, lost its rhythm first.

Just as she was about to knock again, a very soft sound came from inside the door, as if someone was moving a chair and getting up.

The door was opened a crack.

Dim indoor light spilled out from the cracks, illuminating a slender hand with distinct knuckles, thin calluses on the base of the thumb, and a cigarette between the fingertips.

The person behind the door did not appear immediately, but stood in the shadows, as if sizing her up.

"What's up?"

The man's voice was deep and flat, devoid of any extraneous emotion, yet it instinctively made people tense up.

He looked up from his sleep.

He was taller than the blurry figure in my memory, with sharp shoulders and a superior physique.

The light fell on half of his face, highlighting his hard features and low-set brows.

"I'm the landlord, here to collect rent."

Su Mian blinked, staring thoughtfully at the man's face hidden in the shadows.

"Heh." He spoke, exhaling a smoke ring, his tone flat. "The debt collectors have already sent their regards to me."

"Is that so?"

She pretended not to understand, her mind racing as she considered a solution.

Should we collect the rent, or not?

Just as Su Mian was hesitating between saving his life or continuing the mission, he suddenly reached out and pushed open the door.

Su Mian subconsciously took a step back.

The door panel squeaked and groaned against the wall.

The entire interior was laid bare before her eyes. It was clean, spacious, and devoid of any unnecessary furnishings, like a temporary dwelling where one could pack their bags and leave at any time.

There was no blood.

There were no bodies.

But the dangerous aura did not disappear; instead, it became even stronger due to the cramped space.

The man stepped aside to make way for her, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

"Would you like to come in, landlady?"

He paused, his tone ambiguous.

"You're standing outside the door, it looks more like you're confirming whether I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, Su Mian broke out in a cold sweat, and the thought of running away as fast as she could flashed through her mind.

She had the urge to move, but her legs went weak. Her intuition told her that if she ran away now, she might die an even more gruesome death.

……

She held the notebook to her chest, remained silent, and stepped into the room.

At 9:00 AM, I looked down at her insecure little movements and found it inexplicably amusing, and the urge to scare the kitten arose again.

What can we do if we don't recognize him?

Experienced players always check the match DM information as soon as they enter the game. Understanding the arbitrator's habits increases their chances of survival.

But the kitten hasn't developed this habit yet, so it needs to be taught a lesson.

The "escaped prisoner" leaned against the door, tapping lightly with his fingertips, flicking off cigarette ash, the embers glowing and fading, and lazily raising his eyes.

砰–

The door closed.

Su Mian had her back to him. Upon hearing the door close, she immediately stopped. Her fingers tightened, and her gaze was fixed on something in front of her.

A shadow fell, accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco.

The man bent down and breathed on her shoulder. "As you can see, there's nothing there."

"I don't have a single penny on me."

When he said this, he seemed completely unashamed, even somewhat pleased and carefree, as if he were just chatting about everyday things, but it contained a hidden threat.

He has no money, so you can't kick him out. Even if you're the landlord, if you don't know what's good for you, you'll die quietly like a debt collector.

However, her persona requires her to collect rent, and continuing to do so could lead to her death; if she takes a step back, DMs might come after her.

She pondered a solution, her face tense.

"Even if you don't have money, you can still work if you have hands and feet."

They're using a deceptive tactic to collect rent in a different way.

The system didn't say that the rent had to be in cash, so I don't know if this person will agree.

The person behind him remained silent for a long time, so long that Su Mian's heart was in her throat, before he suddenly spoke softly.

"What kind of work does the landlady want me to do?"

"I don't know anything about this, and I don't want to make a mess of your property."

"Sweeping, mopping, washing dishes...anything is fine."

Su Mian felt the man's presence was suffocating her, and she spoke faster, wanting only to escape as quickly as possible.

"oh."

……

"Can."

He spoke casually, seemingly a little disappointed, then turned and opened the door. Su Mian bent down and rushed out, taking deep breaths of fresh air.

"That's settled then, I'll be going now."

Then, with a swift kick, he darted downstairs like a rabbit.

Si Shi (9-11 AM): ...

He rubbed his chin, wondering if he had acted a little too scary. But how kind and approachable could someone who had just come out of prison be? He shook his head and stubbed out his cigarette in the glass ashtray.

Well, I don't like smoking, but I have no choice because of the persona I'm portraying.

*

Su Mian had just rushed down from the seventh floor when she didn't notice anyone in the hallway and bumped into the person's shoulder.

The boy cried out in pain, and Su Mian apologized softly, realizing it was a player.

Therefore, there are a total of five players in this instance.

The boy was wearing a blue windbreaker, hiding his face timidly inside the hood, and holding a notebook in his hand with messy handwriting.

Su Mian searched his memory and realized that he was Xiao Li, the meter reader in this building.

"Landlady, I... I still have a few places to register, I'll go up first."

With that, she ran off quickly. Su Mian didn't even have time to say anything. Feeling a little strange, she blinked but didn't think too much about it and returned to her apartment in the building across the street.

The moment Su Mian pushed open the door, she was stunned.

The room was smaller than she had imagined; the door almost touched the opposite wall when it opened, making it difficult to even turn around.

There was a living room, albeit barely. An old, peeling sofa sat against the wall, its foam slumped and the seat cushion dented in the middle, as if someone had been sitting in the same spot for a long time.

The coffee table is made of pieced-together wooden planks, and just two steps further in is the bedroom; there's no need for a door to separate them.

Honestly, is this the kind of place a landlord should live? She's supposed to be a "capitalist" who collects rent, how can she live in such a terrible place?

Besides the old houses, the decor is also very strange.

The calendar from the decades ago had strangely smiling Fuwa mascots printed on it. Inside the low wooden cabinet was a pile of dusty black bowls, and on the coffee table was a string of copper coins.

The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. She hadn't even taken a few steps before she arrived at the bedroom.

A full-length mirror is embedded in the old-fashioned wardrobe in the bedroom, facing the bed. The bed board is openwork, and the slippers placed beside the bed face the door.