Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Oh no... why isn't anyone wearing red?"

Sun Er: "A red cheongsam."

Sun Jiu: "There's a trap."

Tiffany nodded. "There should be clues at every house. There's a red wedding dress at our place, and it was haunted last night, so we specifically avoided red cheongsams."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yaya almost burst into tears. "I...I didn't know. I thought it was just a random choice, so I picked this one."

She thought it looked pretty good, but now that she hears what they say, she's terrified.

Tiffany looked at him with a helpless expression and sighed.

This kid even gave up his thatched house, yet he still managed to drive himself to his death. I have to admire him.

Logically speaking, the thatched cottage had the lowest probability of being chosen for the red cheongsam, since only one of the five cheongsams delivered to it was red.

As a result, this newcomer stepped right into a minefield.

Su Mian was wearing high heels, which she was quite unaccustomed to, as she rarely wore them except for important occasions.

"Is your house haunted?"

When Su Mian asked, Tiffany couldn't wait to tell her, and Qiao Yinuo couldn't stop her even if she tried.

"Fugui was so scared yesterday that he almost lost his mind. He dragged me to that rice paddy. When we came back, the ghost should have left."

She coughed to hide her laughter, "But she was still scared, so she brought the cow from the rice paddy back and tied it to the bedroom door."

"puff……"

"Zhao Ahua, I'll beat you to death!!!"

The two had become quite familiar with each other after spending a day together, and started another playful chase.

The woman who was washing clothes next to the rice paddy suddenly shouted loudly, ran to the middle of the road, and hugged a basin of water with a look of fear on her face.

"Oh no! Oh no! There's a dead body in the water!!!"

Upon hearing this, the people in the yard who were eating sunflower seeds couldn't sit still anymore. The stools were kicked and knocked over, and some people ran towards the other side of the riverbank without even putting on their shoes properly.

"What nonsense are you spouting, in broad daylight..." Before she could finish speaking, her voice trailed off in her throat.

The water in that bend of the river wasn't deep, but it was murky and black, and a ring of aquatic plants had been crushed by something.

The first person to arrive suddenly stopped, his face turning pale, and he stumbled back several steps.

A person is floating on the water.

She was a middle-aged woman, lying on her back, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face from being soaked in water. Her face was swollen, her lips were bluish, and there was white foam at the corner of her mouth.

The water swayed, and her body gently bumped against the bank with a "thud".

"Oh my God..." Someone's legs went weak and they sat down directly in the mud.

"Quick, pull him up!" Several brave men found bamboo poles and hemp ropes, and went into the water around the bank. Their movements were hurried and chaotic, as if they were afraid that if they looked too long, they would lose their souls.

When the woman was dragged up, water dripped down her clothes, leaving her soaking wet. River mud clung to her clothes, revealing her face, which was all too familiar to her.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd gasped.

"Isn't this... Mao's wife?"

"Mao Rongjun's mother, Feng Liping!"

The moment the name was uttered, the surrounding area fell silent.

The people who were chattering just moments ago all seemed to have their necks choked, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the rice leaves.

"Go and call Mao! Hurry up!" Someone turned and ran, their footsteps in disarray.

Not long after, Mao's father was brought over, half-dragged and half-carried.

He spotted the soaking wet body on the riverbank and was stunned for a few seconds, as if struck by lightning, before lunging forward.

"Liping!!!" He knelt on the ground, reached out to touch her, then pulled back as if burned. He squeezed out incoherent sobs, gasping for breath, his shoulders trembling, unable to even finish his sentence.

"Didn't you go to your in-laws' house...? How come you..."

No one dared to speak.

Someone quietly slipped away to make a phone call.

Someone answered quickly on the other end of the phone, telling me to keep an eye on the scene and not to touch anything in the water or around the body, and that someone would come down to check.

Soon, several unusual cars drove into the village road. They asked a few simple questions, gestured for the crowd to step back, and then rearranged Feng Liping's body.

Su Mian stood outside the crowd, watching from afar. Her cheongsam was gently blown by the wind, revealing her slender ankles. Her hair swayed against the side of her neck, but she showed no expression.

[Ding-dong – Congratulations, detective, for completing the murderer mission. Please try your best to remain hidden and survive until the end of the game.]

Water dripped down the woman's hair, drop by drop, onto the muddy ground.

Her eyes were half-open, as if she hadn't yet realized what was happening, staring blankly at the gray sky.

Uncle Hat and others quickly cordoned off the scene and conducted a preliminary examination of Feng Liping's body. The group of public officials appeared at some unknown time.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he stood at the front of the line, and the arguing people immediately fell silent, feeling only shame.

People come to the village to help alleviate poverty because they think highly of the village, believe it has potential and can be developed.

Now that this incident has happened, their reputation might be ruined, and who would dare to come here to boost the economy?

Chen Xihuai's character seems to be a high-ranking official. As he steps forward, several men in hats greet him.

Mr. Mao's expression had completely vanished, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been weeping. He stood silently not far from the deceased, looking somewhat frightening.

"Leader Chen...we didn't expect this to escalate to such a huge extent."

"Don't worry, we keep our mouths shut. It won't get out. Just let them handle it themselves."

The village chief smiled obsequiously at Si Shi, as if afraid they would leave because of this tragedy and take nothing with them.

"Look..."

"Uncle Huang, I understand what you mean."

Si Shi smiled and adjusted his gloves. "We won't just abandon our responsibilities because of these things."

"On the contrary," he stared meaningfully at the corpse, "fame in another way can also attract many customers."

The village chief could only keep saying "yes, yes, yes," completely unaware of the hidden meaning in those words. He only knew that as long as they continued with the project, there was still hope for the village.

Su Mian understood.

An ancient village where people have died, villagers who died mysteriously, and a closed, unsolved mystery.

Any one of these titles could attract a lot of bloggers or customers seeking thrills.

Black and red are still red, right?

She chuckled, glared at Shangsi Shi's sly gaze, and then looked away.

At Chen Xihuai's instruction, two uniformed police officers gave a preliminary briefing to the village officials and some relatives present.

"Our preliminary assessment is that he accidentally fell into the river and suffocated. We need to take the body back for further testing. During this time, no one in the village is allowed to leave. Please cooperate with our investigation."

After saying that, several men carried the body into the car and drove away. The villagers were talking amongst themselves, hardly the type to keep their mouths shut.

The village chief was maintaining order. Mao's father seemed mentally unstable, and several neighbors helped him back into the house.