Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian guessed that this was a variant of the script, and the method of murder might be some kind of non-physical means.

She examined the wax figure closely. Aunt Liu's eyes were fixed on the fine yellow yarn, which she was rolling up with both hands, the yarn not yet threaded through the needle.

With so little useful information, Su Mian had no choice but to give up, turn around, leave the room, and close the door behind her.

A passerby bumped into her shoulder, and Su Mian turned around abruptly.

Wearing a gray coat, she had never seen this resident before, but she noticed a pair of striking... cow horns.

Su Mian tiptoed after him, keeping a distance of one floor from the person, until she heard a knock on the door.

She looked up and realized that the person had gone up to the seventh floor and entered DM's room.

She held her breath and quietly went upstairs, pressing herself against the wall next to the door, but not putting her ear to it, as that would easily alert the enemy.

Moreover, since the second instance, her hearing and eyesight have improved, and she can now vaguely hear the conversations inside.

There was a brief silence inside the door before they began to speak after confirming the identity of the visitor.

"You arrived earlier than I expected."

A low, hoarse response followed: "The lord has not responded to your request."

His tone was flat. "Or rather, he didn't agree."

A soft laugh came from inside the room.

"He has always been hesitant."

Hesitation does not equate to indulgence.

The man interrupted him, "We and they are two separate rivers."

"It is because of the standoff that the river has a direction."

"So," he took a deep breath, his tone impatient, "the opposite is always the opposite, and the other side of the river can only be the enemy."

After a brief pause, the temperature in the air seemed to drop.

DM did not answer immediately.

He finally spoke, his tone nonchalant, "So? You came to me just to increase your value here?"

The man with the bull horns spoke with a hint of anger.

He said, "You are going against the will of God...!"

DM's voice suddenly turned cold.

Su Mian didn't hear the last sentence clearly. The moment those words were spoken, she heard the sound of furniture being overturned.

A violent crash suddenly erupted in the room, and she could even feel the ground beneath her feet tremble slightly, with dust falling down the corners of the walls.

Their conversation was abruptly cut off as Si Shi's hand gripped his throat.

The bones made a subtle yet clear cracking sound under the palm, and the horned man was dragged off the ground, his back slamming hard against the wall.

The wall is cracked.

His gaze shifted, revealing his vertical pupils.

In the frozen, dazed state, Su Mian saw her pupils shrink slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.

His pupils were eerily dark in the dim light, his emotions surging uncontrollably—something that was not unfamiliar with death, but rather quite familiar.

Bloodshed and slaughter, with an unrestrained force, swept across the sky with an overwhelming sandstorm.

The man gritted his teeth, his face turning red from being pinched, his eyes bulging, and the runes in his pupils momentarily frozen.

His internal organs were almost torn apart by an unknown force. He experienced a ringing in his ears, and blood gushed from his pupils and the meridians of his wrists.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled thud slammed heavily against the door.

The next second, the door was violently kicked open.

The horned man tumbled out in a disheveled state, his back slamming hard against the corridor railing with a muffled groan.

Su Mian instinctively took a step back, pressing herself into the shadows behind the door, her heart pounding like a drum.

Inside the door, DM stood at the intersection of light and shadow, her clothes slightly disheveled, but her breathing trembling slightly.

The thrill of bloodshed completely awakened his bloodlust and violent instincts. His mask fell off, his pretense crumbled, and he had almost forgotten that he hadn't killed anyone in a long time.

Beneath the shackles lies a grotesque, disfigured monster.

……

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"I am not."

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his face was hidden in the shadows, but his voice trembled slightly, "Shut your dog mouth."

The usually calm Chou Shi cursed under his breath, closed his eyes and chanted a spell. His body disappeared into the corridor, but his blood had not yet dried.

The corridor returned to silence.

Su Mian held her breath, the thick smell of blood filling her nostrils. She hesitated, wondering whether to move and take the opportunity to escape. But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the man standing at the door, scrutinizing her.

……

Ah oh.

The man glanced at it, then looked away, turned around, went inside, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the cabinet in the entryway.

The blood on his face had not yet dried and flowed down his flushed cheeks from losing control.

Su Mian stared at him for a moment, then stepped inside. At 9:00 AM, her breath hitched, and she suppressed the lingering violence in her voice, which was low and hoarse.

I advise you to leave now.

Su Mian was silent for a while, then said, "This house is soundproofed quite well."

She blinked, her expression indifferent, as if she hadn't seen what had just happened. "I only heard the sounds of fighting before I came up here."

"Oh……"

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he chuckled, wearily lifting his eyelids. His malice and irritability were evident in his very being, shattering any remaining semblance of gentleness.

He easily hooked Su Mian's collar, pulled her close to his face, and frowned slightly.

Frustrated.

But then this little cat swaggered in, and when he grabbed it by the collar, it was completely bewildered. Where had its usual cleverness gone? It couldn't sense the murderous intent that was so obvious.

Su Mian looked up at him, still with that indifferent expression, so calm that Su Mian wanted to tear him to pieces.

When one's mind is out of control, one does whatever comes to mind, walking right into a trap. Why not?

He lit another cigarette, twisted the two ends together, and lifted the girl's chin upwards.

Open your mouth.

The voice came from above and behind Su Mian. She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to speak.

The man pressed his thumb against her lower lip and slipped inside, sending the cigarette inside, his tongue touching the end of the cigarette.

My body was stiff from sleep, and around 9 AM, whether from exhaustion or something else, I spoke very little.

"suck."

Su Mian pressed her tongue down, her throat contracted, and she choked violently as pungent smoke filled her trachea.

Before she could react, a rapid cough escaped her throat, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She raised her hand to loosely grasp her neck, her gaze unfocused.

At 9:00 AM, he neither comforted nor made any move. He simply lowered his head and selfishly admired the girl for a while before slowly raising his hand to gently stroke her back.

Su Mian coughed intermittently a few more times before realizing that Si Shi's gaze was terrifyingly intense. She subconsciously took a step back, but the man curled his lips into a smile.

"It seems you don't like smoking either."

"..."

"I don't like it either."

"I hate smoking, I really hate it."

When he said that, I could clearly feel a sharp pain in his chest, because it went against his established persona.

But he didn't care much now. He smiled at 9:00 AM, his chest heaving, looking somewhat sickly, and his superior face exuded a dangerous aura.

Su Mian stared at him calmly, her thoughts drifting away. She recalled how he smoked when she first spied on him.