Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

After all, having an extra fiancé out of nowhere is still quite unsettling.

Before she knew it, she had eaten most of the meal. After finishing the last two sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes, Su Mian wiped her mouth and took the plate out.

She hadn't forgotten her mission, so just in case, she reviewed the family rules again to make sure there were no traps or rules before heading to the study on the third floor.

She knocked three times and heard a "Come in," so she pushed open the door, but she froze.

The room was completely dark, with no lights on. Only the streetlights outside the window provided some light, but the curtains were drawn, so the effect was minimal.

What does this mean? Is Mao Rongjun too ugly to be seen by anyone?

Su Mian was lost in thought and could only vaguely see a tall figure sitting at a desk. She walked over and sat opposite Mao Rongjun.

"Should I just memorize it?"

Su Mian asked, and seeing the figure opposite her nod, she began to recite, her voice clear and crisp, without missing a single word.

She could feel that the man was staring at her intently, but he didn't seem to have any particular emotion.

The room was so quiet that only Su Mian's voice could be heard. She spoke fluently without the slightest hesitation.

The man tapped his hand on the desk, revealing a sense of laziness.

"Article 9: If the bride breaks the rules, her fiancé shall restrain her. The fiancé's actions shall be permitted by the family rules."

"Article 10: The Mao family's back residence and the old house at the end of the rice paddies shall not be approached except on the day of the memorial."

Article 11. Any foreign object shall be returned to its original place and returned to its rightful owner.

After he finished speaking, the air fell silent.

"I've finished memorizing it."

Su Mian reminded him, raising her eyes to look at the motionless figure.

"Reach out your hand."

Su Mian, confused, stretched out her right hand, thinking it was going to be given something. Instead, a ruler landed in her palm. Su Mian hissed and instinctively curled her fingers.

"Did I use force? What are you yelling about?"

Su Mian blinked, feeling a little embarrassed. Well, it was an instinctive reaction in the dark. Aside from the coldness of the ruler, the dull pain lasted for a second before she felt nothing.

"What do you call me at night?"

Su Mian was stunned, realizing she had forgotten about this. The family rules mentioned that the names for nighttime and daytime were different, but they didn't specify what those names were.

So she started brainstorming.

What other terms of address are there? And what do these terms of address need to express? Are they related to a certain relationship?

For example, husband, fiancé, or something more intimate, like baby, darling, or dear?

"……fiancé?"

Su Mian randomly chose one, and sure enough, the ruler landed in her hand again.

Snap –

The sound was crisp and clear, and a bit stronger than before. Su Mian withdrew her hand, and seeing that he didn't take any further steps and was clearly going to keep calling, Su Mian had no choice but to continue speaking.

"husband."

Snap –

"Baby."

Snap –

"Honey."

Snap –

Well, after testing him for so long, Su Mian already had the answer in her heart. Her palms were a little numb, so she shook her hands, snatched the ruler, and before the man could react, she used the ruler to lift his chin.

"If you want to hear me call you that so badly, why don't you call me that first?"

This was incredibly audacious; no one but Su Mian would have done it. The person opposite was clearly stunned, then chuckled and moved closer.

"Wife."

Su Mian nodded with feigned satisfaction and put down the ruler. The man tilted his head, signaling for her to reply.

But then Su Mian got up and touched the watch on her wrist. It was in the pocket of her coat, and Su Mian simply put it on after touching it.

She slowly repeated the family rules.

"Article 4: The Mao family's offspring are of utmost importance. The bride's diet, rest, and bathing must be arranged by the household."

"My shower time is exactly nine o'clock, so I'm sorry."

A hint of triumph flashed in Su Mian's eyes. Rules are rules, and if they try to use rules to make things difficult for her, she can also use rules to extricate herself.

So she had already calculated the time. She only needed to stay in the room for half an hour. No matter how great the danger to her life, Su Mian did not believe that she could not even survive half an hour.

The man fell silent, then finally raised his hand and slowly clapped twice.

"sharp."

His voice was deep and steady, revealing neither praise nor anger, but Su Mian subjectively felt that he was a little disappointed, as if he knew she would do this, so he wasn't surprised.

"Get some rest, honey."

Su Mian responded and went out through the door.

This morning, unlike usual, the players weren't awakened by screams of discovering the killer, but by bursts of rooster crowing.

The most serious workplace injury was that of Meng Yaya. She left her door slightly ajar late at night, and this morning a rooster crowed right next to her ear.

After waking up and washing up, I heard a knock at the door. It was my mother-in-law, who had helped me cook yesterday, holding several neatly folded cheongsams.

"Miss Li, these are the toasting dresses prepared for you by the Mao family. Please consider them and choose one."

Su Mian looked at the several pieces and unfolded them to examine them. The top one was a crimson cheongsam, embroidered with pink peonies all over, exuding grandeur and elegance.

In the middle is a dark red cheongsam with a high slit, sexy and dazzling, with several begonia flowers embroidered on the waist, like blooming blood, wantonly flamboyant.

The last one was rather ordinary, an all-black, rather conservative long cheongsam, but the fabric was embroidered with gold thread, which shimmered under the light.

"Is it just a random choice?"

Su Mian asked tentatively, not daring to take just anything, as that would be underestimating the main house, which was rated five stars for survival. Sure enough, the old woman chuckled and shook her head.

"Naturally, we'll choose what the Mao family likes."

What the Mao family liked?

She was a little confused, but the implication of that sentence might be referring to what Mao Rongjun liked, but how could she know what kind of person he liked?

Su Mian thought for a moment, then changed back into her clothes. "Grandma, these outfits are all very nice. Please allow me a moment to think about them, and I'll give you an answer after I've washed up, okay?"

The mother-in-law nodded, took the clothes and went out. Su Mian quickly ran out the door, looked around, and when she found that no one was paying attention to her, she quietly went up to the third floor.

As for the toasting attire, she would wear it, and Mao Rongjun would wear it too. They would definitely choose a matching set, so she could only make the right choice after seeing what Mao Rongjun was wearing.

Unbeknownst to her, she made the right decision once again. Su Mian first pressed her ear against the door of Mao Rongjun's bedroom to listen to the sounds inside. She then turned the doorknob and tentatively opened it.

Mao Rongjun's room was also very large. Although it did not have a balcony, it was much more luxurious than the other rooms, with famous landscape paintings and large-scale embroidery on the walls.

On the left were the trophies and medals she had won since childhood, and in the center was a piece of Xuan paper with calligraphy on it that she hadn't finished practicing. She glanced at it quickly and felt that the handwriting was unrestrained and wild, very individualistic, but had nothing to do with the example picture.

The person lying on the bed was facing the window, with their back to Su Mian. Su Mian tiptoed to the wardrobe and slowly opened it.

The closet still made a jarring creaking sound. Su Mian held her breath and turned around, only to find that the person on the bed was not moving. She breathed a sigh of relief and began rummaging through the closet.