Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

He clearly hadn't expected this turn of events; raising his hand was problematic, but not raising it was also problematic.

Unfortunately, this newcomer inadvertently threatened him with his persona. He was indeed not an aggressive person; exploring, stepping on landmines, and attrition were things that low-level players should do.

This is his usual approach.

The newcomer clearly noticed it too.

Seeing Meng Ziqi hesitate, Qiao Yinuo immediately cried out, her wails echoing throughout the building, "Meng Ziqi, don't you love me anymore?!"

"stop--!"

Meng Ziqi suddenly covered her mouth, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly showing that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but had to stand up because of his persona.

"I'll go in and take a look. You all wait here."

Qiao Yinuo immediately fell silent, her expression changing faster than turning the pages of a book, and winked triumphantly at Su Mian.

Su Mian: ...So that's how it is.

The group stood silently outside the door. After Meng Ziqi went in, Wang Xiaonan finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahahaha, the tattoo artist actually got tricked?!?"

"The number one detective actually got tricked! That's hilarious, hahaha..."

She couldn't hold back any longer and squatted down on the ground, feeling a great sense of satisfaction just thinking about Meng Ziqi's expression.

Xiao Li silently watched them, wiping away sweat. One was expressionless, another was a master of drama, and the third was laughing uncontrollably. These women were terrifying...

Five minutes later, Meng Ziqi came out, holding a diary in his hand, looking calm and composed.

"All the rooms were locked, only the living room was accessible. The painting on the wall was a strange shadow, which I photographed with my phone."

Although unwilling, the top detective is still the top detective, and his ability to search for clues and discover details is unquestionable.

He showed no fear, after all, the life-saving items he had were enough to kill him three hundred times over.

Several people crowded around to examine the photo closely.

Qiao Yinuo: "What is this? It's all blurred..."

The photo is in black and white, and you can vaguely see that it is a shadow cast by a light on a wall.

The picture appears to show two hands making the same gesture, with the index finger and thumb clenched up and the other three fingers raised, as if making an "OK" sign, but it doesn't quite look like it.

Wang Xiaonan: "Is the person making these hand gestures... the murderer?"

Su Mian shook her head. "The hands are on the same side, and there are two people in the photo."

Wang Xiaonan looked closely and realized it was true. Su Mian seemed to remember something and looked up at Meng Ziqi.

"While you're at it, tear off the seal on the balcony too."

"No...it's me," Meng Ziqi hesitated, then Qiao Yinuo immediately stood up, "Waaaaaah, Ziqi..."

"Stop...that's enough."

Meng Ziqi was speechless and turned to go back into the house.

Qiao Yinuo chuckled twice more, feeling incredibly pleased with herself, which even fueled her enthusiasm for solving the case.

Although she had previously said she would never play murder mystery games, it was probably just to annoy her sleepless nights. Now, she actually finds it quite interesting.

Su Mian raised her hand and shook Qiao Yinuo, who was lost in her own world. Qiao Yinuo snapped back to reality and awkwardly touched her nose.

Several people squatted in the stairwell, flipping through their diaries.

"I've come back to see you, even though I'm here as a water meter reader. It's okay, after I finish reading the water meter, I can stay at their house... No one will find out, so I can stay with you a little longer."

"Some people say that wall is haunted...it swallows people, I don't believe it..."

……

The group all looked at Xiao Li simultaneously. Wang Xiaonan crossed her arms and said, "Tell me about it."

Xiao Li's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he pointed at the diary, unable to speak for a long time.

"No, this... what am I supposed to say? I don't have this memory at all."

Seeing the disbelieving looks in their eyes, Xiao Li immediately stood up, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"I admit it! I have no home, and after reading the water meter every day, I can only sneak into the homeowner's house to stay, but... but what does that have to do with me being a murderer?!"

He pointed to the diary again, "I don't know anyone here. Who am I supposed to come back to see?"

He was about to argue when suddenly a strange sound came from behind him, and the lights went out with a "snap."

Glug glug...

Qiao Yinuo: "Wh...what was that sound...?"

Xiao Li took two steps back and suddenly felt a pool of liquid flowing to his feet. His legs trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't move at all.

"Help me...help me!"

He uttered a trembling voice, and Su Mian squinted his eyes before realizing that the wall behind Xiao Li had melted.

The plaque is visible at the very top.

4–1

"Little Li."

Su Mian shouted, "Go into the house behind you!"

Xiao Li shook his head, his face drained of color from fright, unable to speak, only able to keep shaking his head.

The cold air spread up his calves, and he didn't realize that the wax figure's mud had already wrapped around his legs.

Su Mian raised her voice again, "Go inside." She gritted her teeth, "If you don't want to become a wax figure, do as the script says!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Li suddenly realized what was on his leg. He was no longer able to think and stiffly moved his body toward the opened door.

The moment I stepped inside, the door slammed shut, and all was silent.

Qiao Yinuo: "Why...why isn't the light on yet?"

Her teeth chattered as she gripped Su Mian's wrists with both hands, completely unaware that she had pinched them until they turned red.

Waking up late, she belatedly felt the pain, glared at Qiao Yinuo in pain, and muttered to herself.

"Duh, it's a voice-activated light."

"Oh...oh...I see, haha...I'm so stupid."

Seeing that her mental state was worrying, Su Mian sighed, silently rubbed her wrist, and stood up on her own.

Wang Xiaonan: "Uh... Xiao, what about Xiao Li? Will he disappear like those other people?"

Su Mian shook her head. "I don't know, but getting into 4-1 is the only way right now, otherwise he'll just die even faster."

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, another person appeared on the stairs.

Qiao Yinuo screamed, but calmed down a little after realizing it was a person, her face still contorted in a mournful expression.

Please stop scaring her...

At 9:00 AM, he stood on the steps, holding onto the railing, smiling with his eyes narrowed, as if everything that had just happened was insignificant.

"Landlady, it's time for dinner."

Su Mian paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, okay."

Qiao Yinuo looked at the two of them in disbelief, but dared not speak. She silently watched the man take her away. Finally, DM looked back at her, his smile fading.

Wang Xiaonan sighed twice, "Landlords have this kind of privilege?"

Turning his head, he saw that Qiao Yinuo's face was even paler, and she was muttering, "...That's fucking scary."

I don't know what they're talking about.

That night, a chilling sound rustled, and dark currents lurked beneath the surface.

The girl leaned against the window, her thin linen nightgown making her face appear serene, her side braided hairstyle exuding a cool and gentle charm.

The technique was a bit rougher than before, with a few strands of hair sticking up from the side, looking frizzy as if they had been electrocuted, yet revealing a touch of messy beauty.