Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian didn't know what 4399 was thinking, but eating was the most important thing. She needed to eat first so she would have the energy to think. And so, Su Mian began her own "difficult journey".

Grandpa Chen downstairs had just finished lunch and picked up a toothpick to clean his teeth.

He was still debating whether to invite Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Liu to play chess or go to Aunt Zhao's for square dancing when he suddenly smelled a burnt odor. He frowned.

Who burned their food?

Hmm... But isn't the landlord upstairs? He always runs downstairs to eat, and I've never seen him cook.

He slumped on the sofa, lost in thought, but the burning smell grew stronger and stronger, and even the gray smoke drifted to his balcony. Grandpa Chen immediately realized something.

He rushed out of the house in a panic, shouting as he ran, "What a tragedy! What a tragedy!"

"Fire! Fire on the seventh floor—!"

Someone shouted something, and the whole building instantly erupted in chaos.

People downstairs who were drying their quilts, cooking, or making phone calls all started sticking their heads out.

Some people ran out in their slippers, while others didn't even lock the door, making the iron gate clang loudly.

Looking up, I saw smoke billowing out of the south-facing window on the seventh floor.

"Oh my god, is this going to burn down?"

Who lives on the seventh floor?

"Is the wiring old?"

"Call them now! Call them now!"

More and more people gathered, and soon the area downstairs was packed with people. The players squeezed into the crowd, and Meng Ziqi frowned. Could it be that someone had died again?

The girl who was the culprit was still wearing a floral apron, standing in the crowd, holding a spatula in her hand, looking somewhat bewildered.

Fortunately, a mysterious force quickly extinguished it, and the NPCs didn't find it strange.

The person who was on the fire call immediately hung up and left as if nothing had happened. Grandpa Chen, who had first discovered the fire, leisurely went to the chess game area with his newspaper in his hand.

The players were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Wang Xiaonan: "Uh... what's going on? Should we go up and check it out?"

"Need not."

Su Mian interrupted her expressionlessly, "I accidentally set the kitchen on fire."

Wang Xiaonan: ...

Meng Ziqi: ...

Xiao Li: ……

That was very careless, Mianmian.

4399 almost burst out laughing, nearly causing itself internal injury from holding it in. Luckily, it made Su Mian run away quickly, otherwise it wouldn't be able to laugh now.

Seeing that there was nothing important, everyone dispersed. Qiao Yinuo remained standing there, her eyes fixed on the commotion upstairs. Su Mian rubbed her fingers together, her ears burning.

"I used to cook in a small pot in my dorm before, you, you... you stop looking."

She thought Qiao Yinuo was surprised, so she stammered and tried to make conversation, but Qiao Yinuo looked puzzled and turned to stare at Su Mian.

"Do we...know each other?"

……

What?

In an instant, Su Mian froze. She didn't show any extra expression, but her eyelashes trembled violently, her fingers stiffened and then quickly relaxed, suppressing her surprised and uncertain expression.

Is this an act?

No, that's not it. She spends every day with Qiao Yinuo and knows her very well.

Qiao Yinuo was still looking at her, and waved her hand in front of her face, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Su Mian suddenly came to her senses, but the color had faded from her face and her lips were pale.

"No," Su Mian said anxiously, rubbing her fingers together. "I admitted my mistake."

After saying that, he rushed up to the second building.

Everything's a mess, completely a mess. My mind is blank, I can't think of anything.

Su Mian gasped for breath, feeling she should think of something, but the tinnitus was deafening, and the dull pain in her temples made it hard to breathe.

There was a crack in the wall, and cold wind was blowing in.

It chilled her to the bone, and a coldness ran through her body.

No, no, she needs to calm down. She needs to figure out the reason. Why is Qiao Yinuo like this?

Su Mian clutched her head, trying to clear her mind, but her thoughts were already racing uncontrollably. Qiao Yinuo had lost her memory? What would happen after she lost her memory? Would she die here, or would she be trapped in this dungeon forever? Would she…?

"Landlady".

Her thoughts were interrupted. Su Mian was squatting on the ground, still trembling slightly. A large hand lifted her up, her legs bent. Su Mian was so cold that her teeth chattered. The moment she was lifted up, she immediately shrank into the person's arms.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his "legs" wrapped around her and slowly carried her upstairs.

Click –

The girl only came to her senses the instant the door closed. His tail took up the entire living room, the tip of which curled up food and brought it to Su Mian's chest.

"Have something to eat."

Su Mian remained silent for two seconds before nodding.

"Thanks."

"So polite?"

Si Shi raised an eyebrow, curled her up in his arms, and played with her hair. This time, she finally didn't sit in the suitcase again.

Su Mian was wearing a milky white sweater, which was oversized. The snake's tail tightened the sweater, and it quickly became warm, making her whole body feel cozy.

The meal was eaten in silence, although it was usually like this during my usual meals, but today the atmosphere felt noticeably more tense.

At 9:00 AM, he braided his loose hair into a plait and draped it over the girl's left shoulder, then remained still.

*

On the third day, someone died in Building 2.

The person who died was the streamer across from Qiao Yinuo. Her wax figure was still sitting in front of the computer with a smile on her face, one hand raised, tapping her little finger, as if she was live streaming and talking to the chat when she died.

But the computer screen was already black, so nothing could be found.

"This is terrible! I was watching her live stream yesterday! Suddenly she stopped moving. It was terrifying."

"Yeah, yeah, it suddenly froze. I thought it had frozen, but then the screen went black the next second."

"We've...we've already lost three people! Let's run, we might be next!"

"I have no money, so I'm staying here. I have no grudge against him, so why would he kill me!"

Mencius: "A serial murder case?"

After saying that, the group went into the room to check. The room was still normal; there was no corpse, no bloodstains, and no strange rituals.

"What is she doing?"

Qiao Yinuo observed the wax figure's movements for a while before asking in confusion.

Xiao Li replied, "Hmm, they're probably trying to boost their popularity ranking. I used to watch live streams too, and some streamers like to push their ranking in the last bit of time. They usually give a countdown to signal their fans to cast their popularity votes."

Upon hearing this, Su Mian immediately made the same gesture. Her eyes darted around as she extended her five fingers and pressed them down one by one.

Is it a countdown?

But when the countdown ended, it should have been the index finger that was extended, not the little finger. Meng Ziqi understood what Su Mian was thinking and guessed while touching his chin.

"If it's a countdown, then she should be making the gesture like this."

Meng Ziqi gestured for the players to look at him, and he held up five fingers.

"Some people count down; it's a habit."

Four, bend down your thumb; three, bend down your little finger; two, bend down your ring finger; then your middle finger; and when you reach one, the only finger left is your index finger.

"But another group of people are used to it."

The fourth one is the same as the previous one, while the third one is the index finger, then the middle finger, then the ring finger, and finally the little finger.