Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

It was the same telescope. After Meng Ziqi tore off the seal, the view became much clearer.

But she still found nothing. She even saw a photo of the living room. After observing it for a while, Su Mian had no choice but to give up. When she got up, she accidentally pulled her hair.

"tear……"

She frowned. Her hair had been tied up at 9:00 AM, but it probably came undone while she was running in the hallway.

While eating, she sat in her suitcase and started fiddling with her hair. Su Mian could already imagine how ugly her hair would look.

The moment she lowered her binoculars, a high school student who was diligently studying suddenly stopped.

The lights on the fourth floor flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Tap, tap, tap...

Someone pushed open the door, entered the room, and easily opened the doors to the other rooms that Meng Ziqi had been unable to open during the day.

She walked barefoot into the bedroom, but suddenly bumped her head on the corner of the table, causing her big toe to split apart from the other toes, which startled Qiao Yinuo awake.

"Holy crap, ouch! It hurts so much!"

She screamed in pain, her chest heaving, and before she could catch her breath, she froze.

Was she sleepwalking?

Where are we now?

Qiao Yinuo turned around, glanced outside, and felt that the scene was strangely familiar, her heart sinking into despair.

She is in...4–1?

Realizing this, her blood ran cold; she was in an unfamiliar bedroom, and a sense of fear surged through her.

She wanted to run away, but her hand unconsciously stroked the bulging blanket on the bed. Goosebumps rose all over her body, and she couldn't close her eyes.

It's hard... Could it be a corpse?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt like she was about to faint. She tried to control her breathing, her heart was pounding, and her adrenaline was surging.

But after stroking her for several minutes, nothing happened, and Qiao Yinuo's mind was in turmoil.

She would occasionally glance at the doorway, and sometimes look down to study the pattern on the quilt.

Just as the prayer was about to end, something suddenly slid.

In an instant, a face appeared from under the blanket and slid onto the pillow.

Her face was sallow, but her cheeks were strangely rosy, and her cheekbones were prominent. She slowly slid out of the blanket and placed her hands on her stomach.

She didn't look at Qiao Yinuo; she stared straight at the ceiling, yet she looked so realistic that she seemed ready to turn around and smile at her at any moment.

Qiao Yinuo felt as if her heart had stopped beating for a second.

……

"Aaaaaaaaahh ...

*

"Another dead! Another person has died!"

"Oh dear, this is terrible! I shouldn't have stayed here just to save money. We're doomed, we might also be…"

"Don't say such discouraging things, ptooey, ptooey!"

"What a pitiful child...sigh, he died before even taking the college entrance exam."

"Still studying physics? Oh well, I guess I'll be a physicist in my next life."

The third floor was packed with people, chattering incessantly. They immediately fell silent after DM appeared. Some people who wanted to go into the room to join in the fun ultimately stopped.

They then pushed and shoved each other as they left. One of the middle-aged men wiped his sweat and muttered to himself, "That landlord is really despicable..."

"Keep rolling."

Su Mian appeared behind the middle-aged man without his noticing, her expression indifferent. The man shuddered, and upon recognizing her, he apologized repeatedly before slinking away with his newspaper.

"Hasn't Xiao Li come out yet?"

Wang Xiaonan seemed to be in low spirits, her eyes drooping, and asked casually.

At 9:00 AM, she changed into a smoky gray sweater with batwing sleeves, and a slender chain hung from her neck, with a small snake pendant in a lively posture, its cold light shimmering.

Su Mian was slightly puzzled.

It seems like he didn't have these clothes in his suitcase, so where did he get all these fancy clothes from?

"You can go upstairs to see him."

With a smile, Si Shi reminded them, and the players turned and went upstairs.

The door to room 4-2 was wide open, and Xiao Li slowly woke up after hearing the sound.

He threw off the covers, put on his slippers, and walked to the door. Recalling everything that had happened yesterday, he was very glad that he had entered the house.

Nothing happened. He exhaled a long breath, a sense of joy and relief at surviving a close call washing over him.

It seems he was overthinking things; this instance is really good at messing with people.

"Hey, it's just a matter of taking a nap, what am I afraid of?"

He straightened his clothes and walked towards the door, feeling refreshed, only to find that the players at the door had strange expressions.

His smile narrowed, "What... happened to you guys?"

Wang Xiaonan swallowed hard. "Xiao Li... didn't you notice? You slept on the floor all night?"

Wang Xiaonan frowned in confusion, "What are you talking about? I'm sleeping in a bed. Although the blanket is a bit thin and a bit cold, how could I possibly sleep on the floor?"

Su Mian pointed into the room, "Turn around."

Wang Xiaonan slowly turned around, and when her gaze met the scene inside the room, her heart stopped for a moment, and a chill crept up her spine.

All the furniture was on the ceiling—no, it should be said that the place where he was standing was the ceiling, while the floor was in the sky.

It was arranged perfectly, just like a normal room, but completely upside down. It was so strange and eerie.

So... he really did sleep on the floor last night...

Xiao Li continued writing, then belatedly felt a chill run down his spine. After observing for a while, Su Mian finally spoke, "You should be glad you're sleeping on the ceiling."

"Why...why?"

Xiao Li could barely speak properly.

Similar to a folk tale, elderly people in rural areas often say that you shouldn't just enter this kind of house.

If a room is turned upside down, it's not that the house has flipped over, but that yin and yang have switched places.

Where the living live, the earth is below and the sky is above; where the dead live, the road is above their heads and their feet are on "empty ground".

If one day you open the door and find that the floor has moved up to the ceiling, it means that you are no longer standing in a place meant for the living.

Just like the Yin-Yang Ladder that was often talked about in the 80s and 90s, the front is for the living and the back is for the dead.

It is said that houses in the underworld are upside down.

Ghosts don't walk on their feet, they walk on their shadows, so the floor of their dwellings has to be on top of their heads, so they can walk on their shadows.

The older generation says that such houses are often the site of violent deaths.

"It's okay if the house collapses, but if people get overturned, they won't be able to come back."

An old man who had just finished playing chess appeared out of nowhere, startling the players. He was hunched over and leisurely went upstairs after speaking.

A profound silence fell. Despite it being daytime, the place was dark and cold, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

……

"It's okay, you didn't fall over, which means you pulled through."

Wang Xiaonan offered words of comfort, while Meng Ziqi was already quite adept at entering the house across the street.

"The diary has been updated."

He took out the diary, which only had writing on the first page yesterday, but today it had two pages.

Everyone looked over, and the new page of the calendar read...