Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

After this comparison, everyone suddenly realized the truth, and a hint of admiration appeared in Xiao Li's eyes.

No wonder you're a pro; you can even analyze such details.

Su Mian rubbed her fingers, her attention on his hands, then looked up.

"Wait, let's compare your second method again."

Although Meng Ziqi was puzzled, he still followed Su Mian's instructions and gestured. When he reached the third point, she called for a stop. Everyone was confused. Su Mian waved her hand and said, "Let's try a different angle."

Mencius twisted his wrist, and the gesture clearly formed an "OK".

Qiao Yinuo's eyes widened, and she spoke excitedly, almost incoherently, "That! That, that painting photograph! The photograph of 4-1!"

Su Mian quickly pulled out the photo to compare. Yes, it was exactly the same. The hand gesture in the photo was also "ok," or rather, not "ok," but...

"The shadow of the peacock".

Su Mian suddenly said something out of the blue, and she slapped her thigh and stood up abruptly.

"When his mother-in-law was alive, she was probably teaching the child to use his fingers to make animal shapes, like puppies, dinosaurs, peacocks, etc., as a kind of hand shadow game to amuse the child."

Wang Xiaonan's mouth gaped open in an "oh" shape. She was truly impressed by them and couldn't say anything except that they were awesome.

Meng Ziqi: "Aunt Liu's needle-threading motion is also like this, so, was the murderer triggered by the scene? Then why did that high school student die?"

After saying that, the group rushed to Du Yuekang's house without stopping.

When Du Yuekang died yesterday, everyone's attention was drawn to Xiao Li, so no one noticed his state at the time of his death. Du Yuekang was sitting at the table studying, with an open physics textbook beside him.

Qiao Yinuo picked up the textbook and examined it carefully.

"Chapter 4, 'Light,' in the first compulsory textbook published by People's Education Press."

Xiao Li glanced at it, scratched his head, and said, "It shouldn't be related to the textbook content."

Su Mian suddenly slammed her hand on the table, startling everyone. She pointed to the page Qiao Yinuo had turned to, specifically to a passage of text.

"Pinhole imaging".

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. Meng Ziqi understood immediately, raised his hand to clap, and looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

"sharp."

Wang Xiaonan exclaimed "Huh?" not understanding what kind of sign language they were using.

Su Mian makes a peacock gesture and then presses down her middle finger to form a triangular area. The field of vision within the triangular area will become clear, and the light from distant objects will be focused in advance and act on the retina. The principle is the pinhole imaging.

Meng Ziqi hurriedly ran out and brought back the diary.

"I graduated and became a live streamer, but my boyfriend disagrees. He insists that this industry is not sustainable, but I don't believe him."

"Let me stay by your side this time, Mother-in-law. The rental has been settled, but they actually said that 4-1 is haunted... What a joke, there are no ghosts in our house."

"And your condition is getting worse and worse, to the point that you can't open your eyes. I'm so sad."

"Look, I've pointed to that animal by your bedside. If you remember, open your eyes quickly..."

After closing the diary, Meng Ziqi took a deep breath; all the information had been confirmed.

But if these three people all come from the same person's consciousness, then who is the murderer?

The discussion returned to its starting point. Although the motive for the murder had been discovered, the killer remained elusive. Just as everyone was about to disperse, Su Mian patted Qiao Yinuo on the shoulder.

"Dong Xuan, I forgot to collect rent from one of my tenants, but my phone is dead. Could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

Qiao Yinuo paused for a moment, nodded and said okay, then handed the phone to Su Mian. Su Mian immediately took the phone and walked to the corner, opened the fresh food delivery app, and her breath caught in her throat.

1000 vegetable coins.

A single fresh produce delivery order requires a minimum of 100 vegetable coins, which is more than enough if you only buy today's must-buy items. Each deposit earns 100 vegetable coins. How many did Qiao Yinuo exchange for?

More than ten times?!

Has she gone mad?

Su Mian cried out in her heart, but her face remained slightly somber as she fiddled with her hands, looking at an item categorized as "props" in her purchase history.

But seeing Qiao Yinuo walking this way, she could only pretend to make a phone call and return the phone to Qiao Yinuo, but her palms and hands were covered in sweat.

So, what's being consumed during the continuation of life is memory, right? Memory from the main world.

She was momentarily dazed, then immediately racked her brain for her parents' names. She breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she hadn't forgotten them, but... some memories were indeed a bit hazy.

She couldn't remember the name of her high school, her classmates, or her teachers. This was definitely not right for Su Mian, who had a photographic memory.

She rushed to the balcony, and sure enough, there was a truck parked downstairs. The truck bed was completely sealed off, and there was a large logo printed on it.

The deliveryman was wearing a mask, so his face and figure were not visible. He quickly got into the car and drove into the fog.

The fog is an area that players cannot reach, and theoretically it should be unrelated to the murder mystery game. It is a void world, and stepping into it will cause you to be reduced to ashes.

The NPCs were set to stay away, but the person brazenly drove the car in. Something was definitely not right.

Su Mian's grip on the edge of the table tightened slowly. Her sixth sense told her that an apocalypse targeting the players was about to begin.

Perhaps because her heart was too tense, Su Mian had a bizarre dream that night. In the dream, she was still in a dungeon, but she wasn't in her own house, but... the one opposite her.

Before Su Mian could react, she was slammed against the wall—no, against the window.

The sliding window in the Si Shi family's house had been replaced by a floor-to-ceiling window. Although it was only on the seventh floor, Su Mian, who had a fear of heights, still felt a little weak in the knees. She leaned back a little, and the sensation that came with it surprised her.

It was actually in human form.

Okay, we've gone off-topic. What is she doing here?

"Your tail brushed against me, landlady."

The voice at 9:00 AM startled her. It was much deeper and hoarser than usual, giving her the feeling that danger was imminent.

Wait, a tail? What tail?

She glanced to the side and saw a tail on her waist that looked like a feather duster. She swallowed hard, sensing something was wrong.

Wait, didn't Cindra's bell prop get used up a long time ago? Where did this tail come from?

She followed her gaze upwards along her tail and, as she had longed to see, finally saw the cold face she had been hoping to see all along.

It was also the first time Su Mian had seen Si Shi's original cold face. She was a little curious and stared at his face for a long time unconsciously.

As a result, Si Shi in the dream frowned, grabbed the girl's swaying tail, and pushed her against the wall by her shoulder blade.

Su Mian was jolted awake, an electric current shooting up her spine. She was grabbed by the back of her neck and forced to look forward.

"Spying on me? You seem perfectly at ease with yourself."