Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The little snake was very lively, its tail constantly coiling around.

It raised its flat head and licked the sleeping creature's cheek with its tongue.

Su Mian instinctively dodged, and the little snake didn't continue, but kept crawling around her arm, seemingly very happy.

"This mountain god... could it be you?"

Su Mian tapped the little snake's head with her fingertip. Although the snake's tail inside the lotus throne had chipped paint, it was the same color as the little snake.

It is completely black, yet it reflects colorful fluorescent light; it is the legendary multicolored black.

She immediately thought of the hour of Si (9-11 AM), since the tail of the snake at that time was also like that, and the texture was very similar. As a result, Su Mian stared at the little snake with increasing suspicion.

The previous dungeon, the dungeon before that, the dungeon before that, Su Mian almost didn't recognize Si Shi. It might really be him.

So Su Mian asked 4399 to retrieve the DM data for this event. She glanced at it and saw that it was indeed the hour of Si (9-11 AM). However, this time the identity of the person in question was a big shot within the system who happened to be conducting research in the countryside when Li Meili got married.

This dispelled Su Mian's doubts.

The little snake is Grandpa's pet, so it should be an NPC, which doesn't make sense at all.

As she was about to retreat, she suddenly felt weak all over, heard the sound of bells ringing in her ears, felt dizzy, and fell straight backward.

A pair of slender hands wrapped around the girl's shoulders, and the snake's tail coiled around her, imprisoning her.

The wolf's tail had transformed into long hair, brushing against the girl's cheek. Su Mian felt a little itchy and frowned slightly in her sleep.

Si Shi sighed and muttered, "Why did they come looking for us at this time..."

He wanted to send her back, but he was also reluctant. The girl was obviously familiar with his scent, and even though she was not fully conscious, she did not struggle.

It simply pressed the snake's tail down and grunted twice to indicate that it was having trouble breathing.

How could he bear to see her like this at 9 AM? He greedily stuck out his tongue and licked her rosy face.

The enormous snake tail lifted Su Mian up, and she lay on top of it, her hands losing support, only able to hold onto the tail.

The cheek felt a little itchy from being licked, so it rubbed against its seven-inch spot, and then suddenly froze.

He swallowed hard, wanting to pick her up, but found that the girl was clinging to his tail and wouldn't let go. Su Mian, who was unconscious, felt no sense of security.

He chuckled softly at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The person knocked themselves unconscious. Isn't it a bit immoral to do this while they're asleep?

That's what he was thinking, but Su Mian was restless and suddenly kissed his scales, muttering something.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), I heard her call "A-Si".

In her dream, Su Mian saw that Si Shi gave her a scale. She was very happy and put it in her mouth to bite it. When she found that it was not gold, she became very angry and threw a tantrum.

At 9:00 AM, he tearfully apologized to her, saying that he would only give her gold items from now on. Su Mian nodded in satisfaction and said she forgave him.

……

Dreams are always inexplicable. Anyway, every time Su Mian thinks about this dream after waking up, the corners of her mouth will turn up in a smile. It's so absurd that she finds it very funny.

Unaware that its bite had made the snake even more agitated, the creature was fast asleep.

He cursed under his breath, his tail tip curled up into a ball, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he could only hope that her mouth would move again.

……

After waiting a few seconds with no further movement, Si Shi's eyes darkened slightly. He grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck, lifted her up, and then rubbed his tail against Su Mian's body.

She let out a few suppressed gasps, her voice rising and falling. The strange friction made her frown, and she murmured as she spoke.

"Don't touch me if you're not made of gold..."

At 9:00 AM, he only heard the words "Don't touch me." His body stiffened for a moment, and he lowered his eyes in grievance, wrapped the girl in his arms, and stopped moving.

In the distance came the sound of withered branches and rotten leaves being crushed. At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), the tips of his ears twitched and his eyes darkened.

Mao Rongjun walked at the front, wearing a long gown that was washed to a faded color but ironed neatly, his steps steady.

Behind him were two fellow villagers, one of whom, surnamed Zhou, was the most talkative and never stopped talking.

"You're lucky, aren't you? I've met Li Meili. She's as white as a peeled egg, with bright, sparkling eyes, and she's so quiet. The child she'll have for you will definitely be smart."

Mao Rongjun smiled and said modestly, "I haven't officially met him yet; it's all arranged by my parents."

But he didn't think that way. How could a country woman like Li Meili be worthy of him? No matter how pretty she was, could she be as pretty as the girls in the city?

But those women in the city who lacked discernment looked down on him, preferring Li Meili, who was a good catch and intelligent, so he reluctantly agreed.

Deep in the bamboo forest, the red-painted mountain god temple, its surface peeling, peeks out from the mist, casting deep shadows.

Taking out the red ribbon prepared by his father, Mao Rongjun picked up a pen and began to write, his strokes fairly neat.

He scoffed, thinking the villagers were just superstitious; would writing "May you have a son soon" really make it happen?

He didn't believe it anyway, and thought it was better to rely on himself. With that thought, he started to daydream again.

Mao Rongjun put pen to paper.

May you have a son soon.

He glanced at the mountain god temple, which was only partially visible, and without thinking much, stood under the tree and tiptoed to tie it to the top.

Mao Rongjun stood to the side, and the young man surnamed Zhou stared at him, teasing, "You've gained quite a bit of weight since your trip to the city."

Mao Rongjun tied the prayer ribbon and frowned when he heard his words.

He was constantly running around, so hungry that he was thin and pale, yet he actually gained a lot of weight.

"That's not right. I haven't gained weight at all."

He turned his head and saw that the two men's eyes were getting increasingly strange. Mao Rongjun felt a tightness in his abdomen, as if something was throbbing inside.

His belly bulged visibly under his clothes, as if someone was blowing air into it, stretching the fabric taut. Only then did he belatedly realize that something was wrong.

"You...you are..." Zhou's voice trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Brother Mao..." another person was already trembling, "Something's not right, this isn't right, let's go..."

"I...I can't walk anymore...come help me."

Mao Rongjun gritted his teeth, fear draining the color from his face, his stomach growing heavier and heavier, making him feel like he was about to collapse.

The two men were about to help him up when a muffled thud exploded from under Mao Rongjun's abdomen.

Like a ripe melon being ripped open from the inside.

Blood and flesh mixed with white stuff spurted out suddenly, soaking the red ribbon, which fell to the ground with a thud.

Mao Rongjun's body stiffened for a moment, his mouth opened but he couldn't make a sound, and he fell forward.

"Oh my god, oh my god, ahhhhhh!!!"

The man surnamed Zhou was splashed in the face. His mind went blank. He screamed with his mouth open, his legs went weak and he couldn't stand up. Everything went black and he collapsed to the ground.

Just as the other person was about to run, he suddenly drifted off to sleep.

The bamboo forest quieted down, and a man emerged from the shadows, his long hair cascading down. He stood beside the two bodies, his expression gentle, even elegant.

He bent down, picked up the blood-stained paper, and gently ran his fingertips over the words on it.

May you have a son soon...

He murmured to himself, chuckled softly, crumpled the paper, and let the crumbs fall from his fingers.

Congratulations, your wish has come true.