Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

He suddenly tried to struggle and leap up, perhaps intending to use some backup plan to escape, but Meng Ziqi was prepared. He increased his strength and shouted in a low voice, "Dong Xuan!"

Qiao Yinuo, who had been anxiously watching the door, immediately used her body to firmly block the door to prevent him from escaping.

The three must resolve this loophole within the allotted time; otherwise, the item will expire, and they will either be unable to return or end up as NPCs.

The bookstore owner's last escape route was cut off. After a long while, the rustling sound resumed, filled with despair and pleading.

"I...I'm just a small-time dealer, a middleman, you know? I'm nothing to threaten anyone, so don't worry, just stop bothering me..."

"Selling counterfeit goods?" Su Mian leaned forward, her gaze sharp and clear. "But you know better than anyone what you used to exchange for these 'counterfeit goods' you bought."

"What exactly do players' memories mean to you?"

The boss fell silent. Su Mian gritted her teeth, knowing time was running out. "If you don't tell me, I'll buy the props and burn this shop down with you!"

Her gaze was resolute, as if she truly wanted to perish with the place. The boss finally became frightened and kept waving his hands.

"No, no, no, I... I'll tell you..."

He took a deep breath, pointed to his head, and said, "My head, see it? Your memories are stored in it."

The three of them went over to the book, which was written in ancient Chinese characters. No one had studied what kind of script it was, so of course they couldn't understand it.

Seeing that the three men were still looking at him with suspicion, the boss sighed.

"The player's memories form the framework of the infinite flow world."

"What are you... saying...?"

Qiao Yinuo murmured in shock, looking completely bewildered.

The sheer volume of information in that single sentence caused even Mencius, a man who had experienced hundreds of games, to frown and show surprise.

"You've heard of the Otherworld, right? It's a dimension parallel to the main world, and the framework that makes up the world and the nourishment that allows it to function properly is human memory."

"All dungeons, all games, including game rules, are the dark side of the human heart, or a nightmare that appears by chance."

As he spoke, he turned the pages of the book, and the words on the page gradually turned into gold foil.

"So you mean... this world is something we imagined?"

Qiao Yinuo still didn't believe it. If it was really just her imagination, she felt that only if she were crazy or mentally deranged would she be here.

"Yes, but not entirely. Parallel worlds have relatively reasonable physical constants and natural laws, and they are real. This is what you humans often study as quantum mechanics, and that... Silent Hill, is about the same thing."

"As you can see, I am an outsider that was contained, originally imagined by humans."

He pointed at the group, "I don't believe you haven't seen OCs whose heads are based on books on some website."

Sleep: ...

Qiao Yinuo: ...

Meng Ziqi: ...

Now that you think about it, it suddenly makes sense.

He shook his head. "This is my nature. Human consciousness, memories, nightmares—to me, they are values, they are my worldview, they are the only means for me to study the other world. I collect these things simply to peek into the mysteries of the world."

Su Mian frowned, feeling that his words were half true and half false.

Collecting memories to peek into the world? That sounds too frivolous and devoid of any ulterior motive, so Su Mian doesn't really believe it.

Time was running out, so she continued, "According to your logic, the main gods of infinite flow worlds are also human? After all, they're all imagined."

The boss fell silent. Su Mian couldn't glean any useful information from his face because he had no face.

"If the main god is truly human, how do you explain why humans would create such cruel rules? It's a low-probability event that no one dies in a dungeon; I don't believe a human would let their own kind kill each other."

"He San San".

Seeing that Su Mian was getting more and more agitated, Meng Ziqi interrupted her, "Time is running out."

Su Mian closed her eyes briefly. "Never mind."

"Give us back our memories, or we'll take you down with us. The choice is yours."

The boss didn't care about any of that at this point; he nodded in agreement, though somewhat stubbornly.

"Everything I said is true, whether you believe it or not... And, the Supreme God..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, then covered his head, several pages fell from the book, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Uh... never mind, these are all memories of the players from this instance, you can take them."

He tore off a few pages from the book, and Su Mian reached out to take them, only to see him squatting on the ground in agony, clutching his head. Meng Ziqi called to her, reminding her that time was running out.

The group turned and got into the car, watching the convenience store gradually shrink until it became just a dot.

On the way back, Su Mian was deep in thought. She seemed to be touched by the boss's words, but some things still felt strange to her.

The rain grew heavier, and the return journey took much less time than the way there. They broke through the black fog, and two buildings came into view.

As a few pages disappeared, her lingering memories returned, and she saw some people hurrying along suddenly wake up.

The item in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he was confused. Then a flash of white light appeared, and he disappeared into the dungeon.

Those were all players who had lost their memories and were forced to play the role of dungeon NPCs, pitiful people.

Didi –

The truck's fuel indicator showed it was out of gas. The group looked closely and realized it was almost time to vote.

"How did we clear this dungeon so quickly...?"

Meng Ziqi murmured, finding it unbelievable. He hadn't yet fully pieced together the killer's identity, so he leaned back and looked at the two people in the back seat.

"The suspects are basically narrowed down to the four people besides me, but the scope is too broad. I've always had a question about why that door was sealed off."

The door that Meng Ziqi mentioned was the one in room 4-1 when they first arrived in the instance.

"I suspect it's because of this instance; the world we're in is the world the killer imagined."

Mencius became interested. "How so?"

She reached out her hand, gesturing for Meng Ziqi to give her the diary, and turned to two pages, pointing to two passages.

"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."

"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?"