Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Today's must-buy items that every user purchases."

"We have to buy it too."

She murmured, and Qiao Yinuo nodded, immediately placing an order. She hesitated, then asked, "But today's purchase is only enough for two meals. Can I buy some other things?"

Su Mian shook her head. "It's best not to. First of all, we don't know what the 'Continuation Flower' is, or what the consequences will be after it's used up."

Qiao Yinuo thought what she said made a lot of sense, so she joined forces with the first Aunt Liu to place an order. After joining the order, the amount of vegetable coins she spent was half of what it was before joining the order.

As dusk fell, Su Mian returned to her house and ordered a "fresh food delivery".

At this time, all the residents were already in their own homes, and the street between the two buildings was deserted.

Su Mian picked up the binoculars with a chipped corner and looked at the residents on the opposite floor. There were two apartments on the fourth-floor balcony.

So Su Mian guessed correctly: one apartment's door had been sealed with cement, while the door to another apartment's balcony on the fourth floor was still sealed off, obscuring the view inside.

She shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Aunt Liu on the first floor was knitting a scarf in the garden, with a radio next to her, looking quite content.

She wore reading glasses and was extra careful when threading the needle, but she couldn't get it through even after trying for a long time.

Qiao Yinuo on the second floor and the girl across the hall were both live streaming. Qiao Yinuo was obviously adapting quickly, blowing kisses and making heart gestures at the camera, which made Su Mian's eyes twitch.

Wang Xiaonan from the third floor wasn't there; her neighbor Du Yuekang was diligently doing his homework. Meng Ziqi from the fifth floor wasn't there either.

She shifted the camera's focus, then suddenly paused. A blue figure was lurking furtively in the house opposite Meng Ziqi's. He was pulling down his hat and looking around before finally entering the bedroom.

It's Xiao Li, the player I bumped into in the hallway today who was checking the water meter.

This didn't look like his residence, Su Mian wondered, and raised the binoculars.

I didn't see anyone on the sixth floor. On the seventh floor, a red-haired man was leaning on the balcony, smoking. He looked like he had just taken a shower, as the ends of his hair were wet.

Su Mian's gaze lingered on him for a long time, her eyes following the man's movements with focused and clingy intensity.

The steam slid down his neck, past his Adam's apple, and dripped into his collarbone. His face was obscured by the swirling smoke.

All he could see was striking red hair. In an instant, Su Mian imagined himself with that person's face, and then he couldn't stop himself from being captivated.

Her heart suddenly raced, and a surge of heat welled up in her chest.

The words "stand-in" and "voyeur" both felt immoral to her, yet she was also extremely addicted to them.

It's a perspective that belongs only to you; you can observe, depict, and possess it without any burden or reservation.

In his most relaxed moments, he briefly retreats into his private space.

This thought grew stronger and stronger, to the point that Su Mian felt as if someone had grabbed her by the back of the neck, and she let out a suppressed gasp like a small animal.

She unconsciously adjusted the focus of the telescope, her field of vision narrowed rapidly, and he filled her eyes.

The tattoo is really beautiful.

she thinks.

The snake bone tattoo traces the curves of muscles, rising and falling with each breath, like an evil soul from Eden growing wildly.

The gift brought a sense of plunder and lingering violence to the host, but the blooming roses just neutralized this.

The snake was dead, yet it still coiled around the rose.

It's like a mark, or like an obsession.

Unable to sleep, she broke out in a cold sweat, her heart pounding like a drum. She bit her lip, trying to clear her head, but her gaze was involuntarily fixed on him.

The tingling sensation brought on by the taboo spread throughout my body.

Suddenly, the smoke dissipated, the man flicked his cigarette ash, casually tossed it into a glass jar beside him, and wiped his still-damp hair with a towel.

Su Mian instantly woke up, as if she had been forcibly dragged out of an overheated dream. A tingling numbness lingered in the back of her neck. She swallowed hard and struggled to regulate her breathing.

She was slow to realize her posture; her shoulder blades were tense, her waist was weak, and her toes were slightly curled.

Her disheveled and shameful physical state made her ears turn slightly red. Her hand was still raised, but when she looked up, she suddenly froze.

The man in the camera lens is smiling at her.

His lips were upturned, and his posture was languid.

Su Mian's mind went blank with a "buzz," her blood rushed backward, and a chill exploded up her spine.

Was discovered.

Su Mian was frozen in place, forgetting even to hide, her gaze hurriedly shifting away, unsure where to look next.

The focus was set too close.

She gritted her teeth, feeling utterly humiliated by the damned character buff.

The next second, the man waved his hand, and a brightly colored little parrot landed on the clothes rack and then pounced on the back of the man's hand.

Su Mian suddenly exhaled, her shoulders slumped down, her back pressed against the top, and she slowly slid down as if all her strength had been drained.

……

So he wasn't smiling at her after all.

The silent farce ended there, and she observed the other places for a while longer.

Some were livestreaming, others were going out, Aunt Liu was still knitting a scarf, and the high school student rushing to finish his homework had already gone to bed early.

Realizing it was getting late, Su Mian put away her binoculars and went to the bathroom to wash up and clean herself of the sweat.

She turned on the shower, letting the water cascade over her body, her fingertips darting about, her eyelashes trembling.

It's wet.

*

In the dead of night, Su Mian was fast asleep in the dimly lit room when a knock on the door jolted her awake. The sound was very soft, like something trembling, and it was intermittent.

She squinted and looked towards the door, then listened carefully and realized it wasn't a knock. The knocking stopped after a few times. Su Mian rubbed her temples and lay back down.

After a moment of silence, it started again, accompanied by increasingly violent shaking.

She opened her eyes impatiently, only to find that it wasn't someone knocking on the door, but rather the wardrobe at the foot of the bed shaking.

The amplitude was very small and not very clear at night, but the items in the cabinet also tilted and swayed when it shook, so the sound was very loud, and it stopped after a while.

Su Mian had a terrible headache and felt completely disoriented, so she planned to go see a doctor again tomorrow.

In the latter half of the night, the cabinet started creaking again, as if the things inside were about to come out. Even the cloth that Su Mian had used to cover the mirror was shaken off, and the sound grew louder and louder.

Su Mian clicked her tongue, angrily kicked off the blanket, grabbed a pillow and slammed it against the wardrobe. The next second, all the noise stopped abruptly.

The world is finally quiet.

Su Mian rubbed contentedly against the pillow and drifted back to sleep.

Everything was so peaceful, the moonlight was still bright, and breathing was still steady.

Meanwhile, Aunt Liu from the building across the street was still knitting a sweater.

*

early morning

"This...this is so realistic!"

"Honestly, it looks like a real person."

"No, that's not it. I came to return some things this morning, and I said she was still working hard, knitting a sweater. When I went over to take a picture, oh my, it's hard!"

……

A group of people gathered around Aunt Liu's home on the first floor of Building 2, whispering outside the balcony.

At 9:00 AM, he kicked the door open, wearing a red jacket but with gray fur slippers, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and carefree.