Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Yu Mao exclaimed in surprise, turning her head to find Zhou Yichen's gaze was unfathomable, with the girl's figure reflected in his pupils. Did he want to get back together?

Fish Hat swallowed hard, concealing a trace of resentment.

Why? Why did he look at someone he considered a "murderer" like that?

Shouldn't he hate her?

Has he forgotten how he lost his finger?

Despite having been obedient, caring for, trusting, and helping him settle into his room from beginning to end, his gaze always lingered on Su Mian.

He even put his arm around her waist and told her that Su Mian would definitely beg him not to throw himself at him.

Fish Hat wiped away her tears and chuckled softly.

She finally understood: all the opposition and difficulties she caused were simply attempts to make Su Mian care about him more.

He might regret it sometime and change his mind, then he'll immediately abandon her and pull Su Mian into his arms.

The sudden music interrupted Fish Hat's thoughts, and the stage play officially began.

The "wolf" that pounced on the stage was just a comical figure made by a few crooked-headed ghost children. The background was painted in a childish yet strange way, and the branches of the trees were sharp like claws.

Several little devils wearing rough wolf head masks pounced on Su Mian with their hands and feet. Su Mian took a step back, covered her mouth and opened it.

"Oh God, am I going to die here today?"

The princess lowered her eyes and gently sniffed.

Despite Su Mian's abysmal acting, some children actually got hooked, stopped eating their snacks, and jumped up in their seats to yell and curse.

"Stupid wolf! Stupid wolf!"

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone who can save me?"

The music suddenly changed from tense piano sounds to rousing percussion, and the "Prince" suddenly appeared.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, the hem of his long coat fluttering slightly with each step, revealing the subtle patterns on the lining, like the scales of a snake lurking in the night.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing the cool white curve of her collarbone, which was both dignified and added a touch of nonchalant ostentation.

DM put his arm around the princess's waist, brandished his dagger a few times, and the little devils squeaked and ran off the stage.

Su Mian's eye twitched. Even the zombies in Plants vs. Zombies acted better than this.

She muttered to herself, turned around in DM's arms, and tried her best to squeeze out two tears.

"Thank you for saving me, handsome prince."

"But unfortunately, I'm lost. Could you take me home?"

The two were very close at this moment. DM looked down at the girl's hair whorl. The girl was tilting her head back, revealing her slender neck, and her eyes were wet.

The warmth of my skin traveled through the fabric, along with the faint scent of green apples.

Vulnerable, innocent, like a kitten...

it's beautiful.

Su Mian didn't know why the person in front of her hadn't reacted yet. Several seconds later, he nodded and pulled Su Mian behind the scenes.

What follows is a one-man show by the wolves, and the poor king's long wait for his daughter to return home; they simply need to wait in the wings.

Su Mian loosened their clasped hands, and DM, sensing the movement, looked down at her slightly.

"You don't seem afraid of me anymore."

"Is there?"

Su Mian blinked and looked up, gazing intently.

DM nodded. "Yes, before, when you saw me, you would tremble, frown, and unconsciously show a pitiful expression..."

The thin face froze for a moment, then glared at the man with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "I won't put on a pitiful expression, so don't try to guess what I'm thinking."

"Look."

The man leaned down and spoke, half-jokingly and half-confidently, his tone tinged with amusement, "You dare to be disrespectful to the dean now? There aren't many people here who would dare to speak to me like that."

Su Mian opened her mouth, and the children wearing wolf masks darted back from the stage.

"Migo, Dean, it's your turn!"

The large hand reached out to Su Mian. Su Mian's fingertips twitched slightly as she placed the hand on it, and she heard the man's low, husky murmur in her ear.

"That's true..."

"How can a princess be afraid of a prince?"

Unfortunately, he wasn't a prince.

As soon as the two stepped onto the stage, the children in the audience began to cheer.

"So beautiful! Migo is so beautiful!"

Su Mian sat down in front of a bed. The stage lights, mimicking sunlight, shone through the cardboard window, creating a lonely and desolate atmosphere.

"I thought I was saved. I was so stupid, really."

"But little did I know that the prince of that neighboring country was a heartless man, who actually imprisoned me in this small piece of land."

"Oh, beautiful princess, look at your beautiful face, how haggard it has become."

A child with white wings on its back is perched in front of the window.

"Do you want to escape?"

Su Mian nodded, and the child handed her a dagger.

"Use it to kill the prince, and you can leave."

She took the dagger, but suddenly froze.

It's a real knife.

The blade flashed a blinding gleam under the "sunlight" on the stage, far from the bluntness a prop should have.

But she was carrying a retractable knife before going on stage.

"Migo, your lines!"

The angelic child whispered a reminder to her, and Su Mian suddenly snapped back to reality.

"But wouldn't that be too cruel?"

"This is your only chance, Your Highness."

The "angel" slowly faded away, and the light shone on the "prince" beside him.

He walked slowly, his posture elegant yet nonchalant, portraying the prince with a relaxed yet effortless air.

"My princess, how was your day?"

Su Mian forced herself to keep her voice steady.

It's okay, we can just use a real knife to create a fake position. Maybe we just grabbed the wrong one at the last minute.

"You still won't let me leave?"

The "prince" bent down and stroked Su Mian's head, a dangerous, low voice reaching his ears.

"I will not let you leave, my dear princess, you will always be mine."

His palm brought a tingling, numb sensation, both cold and intense. The "inhuman feeling" she had when she first met him surged back up. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, were watching her every move in a subtle way.

"I thought you couldn't live without me anymore, but it turns out... it was all an act?"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The children below shouted excitedly; even though it was all fake, the scene was so eerily real that it seemed to be happening in real life.

Su Mian felt dizzy for a moment from being called out, but the "prince" waved his hand and the children quieted down.

"Do it, my child."

He whispered in her ear, took a deep breath, and stabbed at DM's side.

But just as the blade was about to fall, an invisible force suddenly seized her wrist and plunged straight into the prince's chest.

Su Mian watched helplessly as her hand twisted inward uncontrollably.

In an instant, blood spurted out, staining his uniform red and also splashing onto the girl's white dress.

The crimson color spread rapidly, like a blooming crabapple blossom.

Wang Zhe shuddered in fright and leaned forward, momentarily unable to tell whether it was a prop or something else.

The children below shouted in unison, their faces flushed with excitement, as if they were watching a real execution.

Su Mian's mind went blank. She suddenly released the dagger, but her body was pinned to the spot by that invisible force, unable to move.