Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian's eyes widened. Wait, wait, isn't this her character setting? She struggled to turn around, but her tail was gently lifted upwards, and she instantly froze.

"When you were spying, this is how it was, right?"

His large hand grasped the lifted tail, and he also held the waist in his hand and kneaded it together.

"Its tail is held really high."

"You were the one who kept bringing it up!"

Su Mian was so irritable that she wanted to unleash her fury, but the force of the kneading made her legs go weak, and she instinctively leaned into someone's arms.

"Tell me... what do you like about me?"

"What does it look like when someone kills someone?"

He lightly pinched Su Mian's neck.

"What does it look like after a shower?"

She placed her fingers on Su Mian's soft sweater, squeezed it into a ball, lifted a section of the hem, revealing her fair waist.

"Or... look at how I think about you ××."

? ! ! ! !

Su Mian belatedly heard what he said, her pupils contracted slightly, she gritted her teeth and lowered her head, "Bastard..."

"Oh……"

The echo at the hour of Si (9-11 AM) was drawn out, but clearly carried a playful smile.

"Am I an asshole now?"

"So what were you before? Hmm?"

"When were you spying on me? Hmm? Landlady."

Upon hearing that, he became even more audacious, his fingers moving skillfully across the paper while his mouth never stopped, leaving Su Mian speechless for a moment.

My head is spinning from the sudden shifts in pressure all over me. Is it on my tail, or... my legs? Where exactly is it...? Why are my fingers so long?

"Who's the bastard? Kitten, who's the bastard?"

Su Mian shook his head, his skin turning red and burning hot everywhere, and his touch made it even hotter and more moist.

"Still not admitting it?"

"Waaah..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her in his arms. His strength was astonishing. The girl's feet were dangling in the air, her toes curled up, her tail unconsciously wrapped around Si Shi's waist, and her kitten ears twitched incessantly.

"I...I am," she stammered, covering her mouth to avoid making any strange noises.

"What are you?"

Su Mian still couldn't bring herself to say those two words. She chuckled at the hour of Si, making the raging sea breeze even stronger before finally calming it down.

……

"You little rascal."

*

She suddenly opened her eyes and slowly propped herself up on her elbows. Her abdomen ached slightly and felt dull; she just didn't feel well.

She rubbed her temples and realized that her period had started.

Not wanting to recall that strange dream, she rolled out of bed, her black hair disheveled, and the neckline of her pajamas too low, revealing half of her shoulder.

A few days ago, while searching for clues, Su Mian discovered the bathroom in the coffee table, so she went straight to the bedroom, tore open the bathroom door, and went to the toilet.

She suddenly looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her pupils were unfocused. The only thing to be thankful for was that her body felt warm.

That blanket was too thin for my sleep; my hands and feet were cold when I got up. My body has been losing heat all day, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

She sighed, changed her sanitary napkin, tore off the messy sheets and threw them into the toilet, leaving only a cotton quilt on the mattress.

But she was too weak to think. The pain gradually intensified, and she curled up on the sofa, feeling drowsy. Soon she fell asleep again.

Faint sounds could be heard coming from downstairs in another building.

"If there are two or more deceased persons, there will be two voting opportunities. Today is the first vote, and the day after tomorrow will be the second vote."

At 9:00 AM, I casually picked up a fresh food delivery box containing several small bells.

"This is a completely public vote, with a ten-minute time limit. Who do you think is the murderer? Hang the bell on the corresponding door. Of course..."

Si Shi chuckled lightly, "You can also hide it from others and hang it up when no one is looking to avoid attracting hatred."

Open voting means that people can follow the crowd, criticize others, and even remember who voted for them so they can turn around and bite back at the final vote.

However, these are not rational behaviors, and they have no effect on logical reasoning or finding the real culprit, but they test human nature.

Who says you can't kill someone the moment a bell is hung on your door?

The players looked at each other, and each took a small bell from the box.

Wang Xiaonan looked around for a while, "Where is He San San?"

Meng Ziqi shook his head. "I was the first to arrive, but I haven't seen her. She should still be at home."

"What should we do then? Isn't it time to vote?"

Xiao Li scratched his head, and Meng Ziqi looked at Qiao Yinuo, "Why don't you go check on your girlfriends?"

Qiao Yinuo looked up in confusion, "My girlfriends?"

Meng Ziqi looked puzzled. "Right, you've already forgotten how quickly I tricked you just a few days ago?"

Qiao Yinuo slowly lowered her head again, her lips pursed a few times, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. In the end, she didn't say anything. She nodded, turned around and went to a building to find a place to sleep.

She knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?"

The room was completely quiet; even the sounds of Peking Opera being performed downstairs could be heard. She knocked several more times, but there was still no response. Just as she was about to leave, the door opened, and the girl inside was hunched over, her face deathly pale.

"What...what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Yinuo was startled and instinctively went to help Su Mian, who waved her hand, "You're not feeling well, is something wrong?"

"We voted today."

"So early?"

Su Mian was somewhat surprised.

[For dungeons with two or more players, there are two votes, Mianmian. There's another vote the day after tomorrow.]

"Okay, I understand."

She responded to 4399 and was about to put on her shoes and go downstairs when she suddenly caught her breath, bit her lip, squatted down, and covered her abdomen with trembling fingertips.

Qiao Yinuo stood there somewhat awkwardly, unsure whether to help or leave. Finally, she scratched her head and said, "How about... I vote for you? Who do you want to vote for?"

Su Mian sighed. Usually at this time, Qiao Yinuo would have scolded her, calling her a delicate little white lotus, while handing Su Mian ibuprofen.

……

After a long silence, Su Mian nodded and pondered for a moment.

"Please vote for Xiao Li for me."

So Qiao Yinuo took out the little bell that she hadn't given away and went back to the building.

Since Xiao Li had no place to live, it was reasonable for him to automatically arrange the voting location at the water meter on the first floor, since he was originally there to copy water meter data.

But after entering a building, Qiao Yinuo suddenly stopped. Her expression suddenly became somewhat blank, her focus wandering but she didn't blink.

He stepped forward, slowly walked up to the second floor, and hung the two strings of bells together in front of his door.

Meng Ziqi did not vote immediately, but instead checked his diary to see if there were any updates. According to their deduction, the protagonists of all three timelines had appeared.

High school, university, graduation, job—the diary won't go any further.

But today, new content has been updated.

"I gave up my job as a broadcaster. Okay, my boyfriend was right, but he thinks I'm weird. He told me that 4-2 already exists, but... hasn't it always just been me and my mother-in-law living on the fourth floor?"