Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She hung the bell up, and the last person's vote was completed, and the system notification sounded.

[Ding-dong – Calculating voting results...]

[Dong Xuan: 4 votes, Wang Xiaonan: 0 votes, Meng Ziqi: 1 vote, Xiao Li: 5 votes, He Sansan: 0 votes.]

The murderer is out, the detective wins.

[The current instance is in chaos. Please wait three hours before being teleported.]

After the last sentence was spoken, the system made a few buzzing sounds, presumably to process the player who had been turned into an NPC.

However, this had nothing to do with them. Su Mian went upstairs and suddenly heard a loud crying sound. She paused for a moment and continued upstairs.

The sound was coming from the sixth floor. A little girl holding a doll was standing outside the door, crying loudly with her face to the ceiling, and shouting something.

"Daddy, Mommy, waa ...

Su Mian had a headache from the noise and glanced into the doorway.

Of the two people who warned the sleep-deprived murderer on the first day, only the little girl remains.

The reason is obvious: those two NPCs must have been transformed from players who had lost their memories. Now that their memories have returned and the players have left, only the little girl is the original inhabitant of this instance.

Su Mian didn't want to get involved and turned to leave, but the child spotted her immediately, rushed up, grabbed Su Mian's hand, and kept shouting.

"Mommy! Mommy! Waaaaaah, don't leave me!!!"

Su Mian's head was throbbing terribly. "I'm not your mother, let go."

The child still wouldn't let go, even abandoning the toy and throwing it on the ground while clinging tightly to her arm.

Su Mian held her forehead, wondering why she had come up to look. Curiosity killed the cat, and now she'd been framed.

Just then, Si Shi came downstairs, his hair fluffy and completely dry.

As soon as the child called him, he immediately became quiet, his crying stopped abruptly, and he hid behind Su Mian.

"Go back to your room."

Si Shi glanced at her, but didn't intend to do anything. He took Su Mian's hand and started to walk downstairs.

But the girl still held back her tears, her hand still clinging to Su Mian's sleeve, seemingly reluctant to leave.

"No... I don't need to be a mom, but can you... can you play house with me? I'll have no one to play with later."

The two exchanged a glance, and finally followed the child into her house.

The room was even more chaotic, with children's skirts and pants scattered everywhere—on the sofa, the dining table, and piles of building blocks and plush toys all over the floor.

But it's not to the point where there's nowhere to put your feet; you can tell that's how it turned out today.

When the little girl woke up, she found no one at home and assumed that her parents had gone to work.

But then they discovered that the two hadn't returned, and heartbroken and frightened, they left the house in such a mess.

Su Mian sighed again as she thought about all this. Si Shi patted her head and said, "This child is named Min Shuang. She has had many parents."

He chuckled, leaning close to Su Mian's ear, "Don't pity her. She's just faking it now, and she often steals other people's vegetables."

Sleep: ...

Min Shuang pulled Su Mian's clothes and Si Shi's trousers as she went inside.

As I passed the kitchen around the corner, just as he had said, there was a pile of fresh food delivery boxes on the stove, with recipients from different families.

Seeing Su Mian's gaze fall on that, Min Shuang was shocked and rushed over to put the box away, chuckling as if to say, "I'm just trying to hide something."

"Dad, I'm hungry. Please cook for me."

She grabbed Su Mian's hand, not daring to move closer to the Si Shi area, and said, "Mom, can you play with me too?"

Su Mian nodded, and Min Shuang immediately became happy, clapping her hands and becoming bolder, "Daddy, what are you going to make for us to eat?"

At 9:00 AM, he put on the apron, with a little yellow duck printed on the pocket, which softened his fierce aura.

He looked at Su Mian, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "I'll listen to my wife."

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't respond for a long time. Min Shuang shook her hand, reminding her, "Mom, what are we eating?"

When her gaze fell on Su Mian again, her face was already as red as it could possibly be, and her mind was completely blank.

She didn't know where to look, her eyes landing on the little lion on Min Shuang's clothes.

"Eating lion... no, braised lion head, no... uh, braised lion, that's not right."

The air fell silent. She covered her face and squatted down, revealing only her flushed face, her murmured voice barely audible.

"Braised lion's head meatballs..."

At 9:00 AM, he raised his hand and coughed lightly to cover his barely suppressed lip movements, then glared at Min Shuang.

"Your mom will be my assistant, so she can go out and have fun."

Min Shuang looked aggrieved and didn't dare to say a word. She carried the doll out of the kitchen, and the sounds of 9 AM drifted out again from the kitchen.

"Remember to tidy up your toys after playing, and wash your clothes if they fall on the floor."

Upon hearing this, Min Shuang burst into tears again, sobbing as she piled up building blocks, crying, "Bad daddy, stinky daddy!"

At 9:00 AM, he helped the girl, who had been huddled up in a ball, to her feet. His expression was calm, as if nothing had just happened. "Is this all you're eating?"

Su Mian's breathing rose and fell slightly. Seeing that he had no intention of mocking her, she began to think seriously.

"By the way, is there anything you like to eat?"

Su Mian asked curiously, then shook her head and put the meat into the meat grinder. "If I had to say, I only like drinking."

"And you?"

Su Mian thought about it for a moment, and then frowned, as if it were a difficult question to ponder.

"I know."

He said, "Mianmian is a perpetual motion machine of sweet and salty; if she eats something sweet, she wants something salty, but she's not picky about food."

Su Mian was a little surprised, but she also felt that what he said was right. Seeing that he was mixing the seasonings, she did not make a sound to disturb him.

"Hmm...this kid even stole cherries."

At 9:00 AM, while pressing the meat grinder with one hand, he took out a box of cherries, poked open the plastic wrap with his index finger, and said something to Su Mian.

But the meat grinder was too loud, and Su Mian couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

Su Mian shouted, "I'll talk!" Si Shi sighed helplessly, releasing the button on the meat grinder.

He pressed down on her lower lip, forcing it to open slightly, and used his other hand to feed her a cherry.

I said... open your mouth.

The juice bursts in your mouth, and the sweet and mellow juice slides down your throat.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his Adam's apple bobbed, and he lifted her chin, smearing the juice from his thumb on the corner of her lips. Su Mian looked up at him with some confusion.

Now, the messy look at the corners of his mouth has changed its meaning.

He was like a patient feeder, mischievously wiping away the marks just to see his tongue stick out and lick the spot clean.

Thinking this way, Su Mian did indeed do it.

For some reason, she didn't wipe it with her hands, but instead licked it directly.

Perhaps I didn't want to get my hands dirty, but I didn't expect the gaze from above to become increasingly strange.

"Mom, I don't know how to use the washing machine—"

Min Shuang walked to the door, carrying a large pile of dirty clothes.

Before he could even lift his face, the door was slammed shut.

Min Shuang: ...