Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"He left me... It doesn't matter, I still have my mother-in-law, I will continue to stay here, and soon I will become a landlord."

Upon seeing this sentence, Meng Ziqi's heart skipped a beat.

So... the killer's consciousness consists of four people, including the Ragdoll Cat. Apart from him, all the other players are suspects.

But who exactly killed these three people? The idea that one person killed one person doesn't make sense now, because there was an extra consciousness, so that idea doesn't hold water.

Just as he was deep in thought, he saw Qiao Yinuo come down from the second floor. His expression became even more puzzled, and he muttered, "What's going on?"

I went to a building to find the Ragdoll cat first, explaining that I didn't have time to go upstairs. Did she go down from the second floor because she didn't have time?

He looked at Qiao Yinuo's door, where two bells hung, and his thoughts became even more confused.

Did she vote for herself? Or did she vote for the Ragdoll cat?

To verify his idea, Meng Ziqi came to the door of Su Mian, but there was nothing there. There was only one possibility: Qiao Yinuo had thrown herself at him.

But...why?

Before he could figure it out, the door opened, and Su Mian stared at him menacingly, though she was actually overwhelmed by the pain. "What do you want?"

Meng Ziqi raised his hands, smiled helplessly, and said, "I didn't want to pledge allegiance to you. I haven't groomed myself for a few days and stubble has already grown on my lips.

He planned to probe indirectly, "Did Dong Xuan come looking for you just now?"

Su Mian wearily lifted her eyelids. "Just say what you have to say."

Meng Ziqi's smile vanished instantly, and his brows furrowed slightly. "If you didn't go out, then Dong Xuan must have cast your vote for you, right?"

Su Mian nodded.

"She cast all her votes for herself, both for you and for herself. I saw two bells hanging on her door."

"...What?"

Su Mian stood up, placed her hand on the door, and spoke in a weak, cold voice filled with disbelief.

"I've played hundreds of games and I've never seen anything like this before."

Meng Ziqi sighed. "What are your thoughts now?"

Su Mian pursed her lips, suppressing the abdominal pain and forcing herself to clear her mind. She tried hard to recall the purchase records she had seen on Qiao Yinuo's phone yesterday.

"Vegetable coins can be used to buy something called items."

She spoke softly, and Meng Ziqi helped her to the sofa. On the coffee table were several messy bathroom items, which showed that the owner had turned them upside down in a hurry, as well as a glass of warm water, which was full but hadn't been drunk from and was now cold.

"Are you on your period?"

Su Mian paused in her sitting position, then nodded. "Let's get down to business."

Seeing that she was covered in sweat and hesitated to speak, Meng Ziqi finally nodded helplessly.

"The items can probably only be redeemed with a certain amount of Vegetable Coins, so the app didn't send us any notifications for people like us who exchanged fewer. I guess she exchanged for items, but I don't know what she exchanged for."

Su Mian hugged her pillow and pressed it against her stomach. "Now it seems that she wasn't the only one who changed the props."

Meng Ziqi remained silent after hearing this.

In his view, most of the world's troubles are not worth responding to. Things that neither pose a threat nor bring benefits can simply be understood without getting involved.

Once a person gets entangled in trivial cause and effect, they will be forced to bear a price that is not theirs.

This attitude may seem cold and even inhumane, but he knows very well that what truly allows a person to live a long life is not enthusiasm or a sense of justice, but a precise grasp of boundaries.

Knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, knowing what to intervene in and what not to touch.

But Su Mian's next words completely ended his idea of ​​getting up.

"Do you know what's used to exchange for survival?"

"It's a memory from the main world."

Su Mian rubbed her belly intermittently without looking up, perhaps because she was certain he wouldn't leave.

"If we want to survive, we must eat and use that software, but the price is the loss of our memories. Perhaps when all our memories are gone, we will be stuck here forever, becoming one of us—that is, NPCs."

"I saw the female victim the first time I collected rent; she was the news anchor with smoky makeup."

"She's a player I've met in the game before."

Meng Ziqi's pupils contracted slightly. He looked at Su Mian in disbelief. "Are you sure... you didn't see wrong?"

Su Mian nodded firmly, "I didn't look closely at the time, but later I observed the wax figure's eyebrows and eyes, and it's definitely true."

She has a photographic memory, not to mention that this player was very prominent in that game.

Her name is Tiffany, and she plays a herbalist.

"so……"

Meng Ziqi looked at her, chose to believe her, and intended to listen to her next thoughts.

"I've seen that delivery truck."

……

After seeing Meng Ziqi off, Su Mian felt that the threshold was almost worn down by the crowds, and not long after she left, there was another knock on the door.

She thought it was strange; no one had voted for her before, but now everyone was coming.

I froze the moment I opened the door.

"9:00 AM?"

Si Shi was very tall, almost touching the door frame. He walked in on his own, clearly more impolite than the previous two.

Su Mian's eyes twitched. Before she could even complain about his behavior, she was suddenly picked up and exclaimed in surprise.

At 9:00 AM, he carried the person to the bed, turned around and left the room, then came back in carrying a small box. He frowned, tore open a heat pack and stuck it on Su Mian's forehead.

Sleep: ...

"You..." She was so shocked she couldn't speak, "Where are you sticking it?"

At 9:00 AM, his eyes were blank, and the domineering CEO aura he had just built up vanished without a trace.

"Isn't it supposed to be posted here? You're sick."

"My stomach hurts, not my head."

Su Mian pulled the heat pack off her forehead and stuck it to her abdomen, then leaned closer to see what was in his box.

She almost burst out laughing when she saw the pile of things, but the pain in her abdomen made her suppress her expression.

A bottle of safflower oil, a box of hand warmers, a first-aid kit, two towels, a toothbrush, and... a pumpkin.

"I originally intended to lick it directly, but I was worried you had internal injuries, so I borrowed some things from the residents."

Is it really a loan?

Su Mian almost burst out laughing, but suddenly felt that he looked very silly, staring at her with wide eyes and a worried expression, and she no longer wanted to laugh.

In an instant, Su Mian felt that he was just an ordinary person, a very cute and adorable ordinary person.

"I'm on my period, don't you know what that means?"

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his expression froze for a moment, then he immediately realized what he meant and nodded. "So these things can't be used?"

Su Mian: ...So did you understand or not?

"What's the meaning behind this pumpkin?"

"I was worried you wouldn't have enough to eat, so I took one."

Actually, the residents were afraid he would force them to give it to him because they were afraid of being taken advantage of.

As he spoke, he opened the first-aid kit and rummaged through it, muttering to himself, "See if there's anything usable. I don't know much about menstruation, it might take some time..."