Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian closed her diary.

"When we first met on the fourth floor, the little girl said that 4-2 was haunted, but her diary said that 4-1 was haunted, so one of them must be wrong."

"And this second paragraph confirms that the murderer was unaware of the existence of 4-1, meaning that 4-1 did not exist in her consciousness."

"That's why everyone who enters 4-1 will disappear in this world created by her consciousness."

"Because she felt that apart from 4-2, where he and his mother-in-law lived, there were no other residents on the fourth floor."

Meng Ziqi nodded and followed her train of thought, "So, this world is her consciousness, and the four of you are her consciousness at different times."

"I suspect she became the landlord by turning everyone into wax figures."

Qiao Yinuo listened attentively, her mouth slightly agape in surprise.

Su Mian nodded and continued, "Because the 'OK' gesture is too easy to trigger, she will definitely turn someone into a wax figure in the end."

"So the current situation is that he has just started killing people. The very first stage was when she had just returned from high school, which is when Xiao Li came back."

Meng Ziqi nodded in agreement, then smiled and said, "You truly deserve to be one of only two players on a winning streak."

As soon as they got out of the car, a torrential downpour began, and the two buildings were submerged in the rain. Qiao Yinuo, wearing a raincoat, rushed forward quickly.

Su Mian brought an umbrella, rummaged around in the back seat for a while, and took it out from a crevice. Only Meng Ziqi was traveling light.

"Together?"

Su Mian said that she felt guilty for sprinkling chili powder on him earlier, even though it was to stop the monster from having a sudden inspiration.

Meng Ziqi smiled and thanked him, then offered to hold an umbrella for Su Mian. The two walked slowly forward, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the rain.

Su Mian was stunned for a moment, looking at the man wearing a thin shirt that was already soaked by the rain, his red hair hanging limply, and water droplets running down his brow bone to his deep eye sockets.

At 9:00 AM, he was holding a delivery box containing three small bell ornaments that had not yet been taken away.

What are you doing standing here?

Su Mian quickly stepped forward, her lips pressed tightly together. She wiped the water droplets from his face with the cuff of her sweater, and when her fingertips touched his cheek, it was even colder than her own hands.

Si Shi raised the box in his hand, "Waiting for your vote."

"Wait for me to vote, go inside and wait. Why are you standing here? Your clothes are all wet. Don't you have a sweater? Why are you wearing a shirt?"

Su Mian was startled by his body temperature and started babbling incessantly. At 9:00 AM, she looked down at him, admiring the slight changes in the girl's facial expressions due to worry and anxiety.

"The sweater is washed..."

He didn't answer the previous question. He spoke softly, and when he looked up, his eyes turned cold as he swept over Meng Ziqi, who was holding an umbrella for Su Mian.

Meng Ziqi was initially unsure, but upon receiving that look, he understood everything. He gave a helpless laugh and silently handed the umbrella to Su Mian.

"Give him the call, I'm going to vote now."

After saying that, he took a small bell and went upstairs.

Su Mian didn't notice anything amiss. She took the umbrella, held it up for Si Shi, and pulled him toward a building.

"Landlady, it's time to vote."

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he pretended to remind her, but Su Mian glared at him and said, "Go back and change your clothes first. I'll vote after you've finished showering."

As she spoke, she dragged him up to the seventh floor.

As Su Mian passed the fourth floor, she paused for a moment, and the second line of the couplet for the fourth floor appeared.

When she first arrived here, 4–1 only had the first line.

Borrowing a delicate bone, I can temporarily pause for a moment to mimic joy and sorrow.

The second line is...

The room was empty, filled with people; from then on, yin and yang shared the same building.

The horizontal scroll still reads "Peace and safety throughout the four seasons".

This is the end, the final fate of the residents of this building; they all became "empty cavities," that is, wax figures.

Su Mian withdrew her gaze and, with a drawn look, went upstairs from where she had left her at 9:00 AM.

Si Shi opened the door, and the suitcase was finally put away. Two pieces of clothing were hanging on the balcony, one of which was a sweater. Si Shi was not lying, but that was not the reason why he stood there dumbfounded in the rain.

Su Mian watched him go to the bedroom to get his clothes, completely baffled. What was wrong with him? It couldn't be because Meng Ziqi was holding an umbrella for her, could it?

Su Mian suddenly fell silent, recalling the expression on Meng Ziqi's face when he handed her the umbrella.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the toilet. The water splashed on the floor, and together with the downpour, it turned into a continuous white noise. Light shone through the crack in the door.

The waiting time was quite boring, so Su Mian subconsciously looked out the window and immediately saw her own place across the street. An absurd thought occurred to her.

She was secretly watching Si Shi (9-11 AM), but could Si Shi sometimes be secretly watching her too?

Otherwise, how would they have known she wasn't feeling well and arrived so promptly?

Suddenly, the scene from her dream that day replayed in her mind, and she abruptly looked away as if electrocuted, rubbing her fingertips.

Never mind, none of that matters anymore.

A few minutes later, at 9:00 AM, I finished my shower and opened the bathroom door. Moisture rushed out, and I was enveloped in a faint scent of soap.

A towel was draped over the shoulders of her black trench coat, and her hair was still dripping wet.

Seeing that he had taken out a new coat, whereas he had only been wearing a shirt, Su Mian became even more certain of her thoughts, and felt both amused and exasperated.

"Aren't you going to blow-dry your hair?"

"There is no hair dryer."

He walked up to Su Mian, who stood there with her hair still dripping wet, looking rather pitiful.

Su Mian's eyes twitched, and she stood on tiptoe to wrap his hair with a towel.

At 9:00 AM, I leaned closer and lowered my head; the aroma of brandy and lemon soap instantly filled my nostrils.

"Then wrap your hair up, it'll get on your clothes."

When I was little, I didn't like to wrap my hair up. After washing my hair, I would shake it wherever I went. Later, I caught a cold and my mother scolded me. After that, I always wrapped my hair up properly.

Si Shi's face is still very attractive. Although his appearance is strange, like an Indian, he is still very handsome.

Su Mian couldn't help but laugh. Si Shi didn't know what she was laughing at, so he just stared at her and poked her cheek.

"You smile so naturally now, much better than when you were holding the picture frame in Wibbens."

Upon hearing this, Su Mian immediately stopped smiling, her lips tightened, and her earlobes turned slightly pink.

"I'm going to vote, you'd better dry your hair."

As she spoke, she stiffly moved to the door, stole a glance at him, and slammed the door shut.

Xiao Li's voting location was on the first floor, and there were three bells hanging on the water meter box, which meant that everyone except himself had voted for him.

If I'm not mistaken, he also used props. At that time, Meng Ziqi said that Qiao Yinuo had cast both her vote and his own vote for him, so he must have been manipulated. The culprit was the fresh food delivery software.