Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian's eyes widened. "What...what did you say?"

That's not what she meant at all!

Si Shi ignored her excuses and pressed the cold mask against the girl's neck. Su Mian shivered from the cold and pressed her hand against the mask.

"Looks like I was right? Mao, too, too."

As he read it aloud, word by word, Su Mian suddenly felt a sense of transgression, making her body burn with embarrassment. She pursed her lips and glared at him, "Don't call me that."

"But isn't this a done deal? If I don't call you that, how else should I address you?"

His hand moved down, pulling Su Mian's buttocks, his slender fingers pressing down on her spine. Su Mian reacted violently, her thighs went weak, she groaned, and angrily slapped him.

"Are you fucking jealous?!"

"I am."

Just that one sentence calmed Su Mian down. She blinked, surprised that Si Shi was so honest.

He gave a dry "oh" and then fell silent.

At 9:00 AM, he turned her flushed face towards the mask.

"So...can you call me husband?"

Su Mian buried her face in the crook of her shoulder, feeling sullen.

"...You acted for so long just for this?"

"No, that's not entirely true. I really saw you were in a lot of pain, so I wanted to carry you over."

Su Mian responded, hugged the man's waist, and moved her lips.

"husband."

The sound was so faint, barely audible, muffled inside the clothes.

But in that instant, Su Mian felt her waist straighten out. She looked up and saw an ear that was rapidly changing color. She secretly curled her lips into a smile.

"Are you still having an affair, husband? Mr. Chen? hope~ Huai~"

"...That's fine."

His voice became a little hoarse at the hour of Si (9-11 AM). He suppressed his vertical pupils, which were about to change due to excitement, and walked towards his destination without saying a word while holding Su Mian.

Su Mian was in a great mood, giggling and laughing, no longer caring about the stares of passersby, and even mischievously put her hand on someone's ear to warm it.

*

"Why is there nobody here?"

Qiao Yinuo looked around, and the two sisters worked together to push a stone block over and move it to the wall to make it easier for them to climb over.

Tiffany: "If Mr. Mao knew about this situation, his in-laws would probably have been taken in for questioning."

The group, dressed in cheongsams, found climbing over the wall rather inelegant, but they had no choice; on one side was the mission, and on the other, the clues.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around. Qiao Yinuo simply braced herself with her hands and took a step, climbed onto the wall, and successfully jumped over to open the door for the others.

Su Mian arrived late, her lips cherry red, as if she had secretly eaten something.

Qiao Yinuo stared at her strangely, while Tiffany looked knowing. "Hurry up and find some clues, Fugui. What are you staring at the Ragdoll cat for? Are you mesmerized?"

As soon as Tiffany spoke, Qiao Yinuo exploded like a firecracker, "You're the one who's been captivated!"

"you"

"Come quickly!"

"here!"

The twin sisters waved, and the group hurried over. They saw a path with paper money scattered all the way down to the innermost house.

"Should we... go in?"

Seeing that the house inside was completely dark, Qiao Yinuo hesitated and retreated to the very back, next to Meng Yaya, who had fallen behind.

Su Mian nodded, "Go, why not go?"

After saying this, Tiffany and Su Mian led the way into the corridor. The paper money eventually disappeared in a house, and the scene before them shocked everyone.

The plaque hanging high in the house was covered by funeral banners, which hung down long. Below the banners, a lacquered wooden offering table lay horizontally in the center.

There were no memorial tablets on the table, only a chipped celadon bowl filled with a half-filled pool of murky liquid.

"Hiss... Could an elderly person in this family have passed away?"

Qiao Yinuo asked, and Meng Yaya looked around, "Who passed away? There wasn't even a picture of them."

After observing for a while and still unable to identify the deceased, the group turned to the main house.

There were still some uneaten sunflower seeds and an opened red envelope scattered on the table in the center.

The money inside had already been taken. Su Mian didn't even need to think about it; she knew that Yuan Jing had definitely pocketed the red envelope that Feng Liping gave to Li Meili that day. Su Mian lowered her eyes.

Her bedroom is to the side and behind.

There were many clues in her bedroom: a torn paper cutout in the trash can, her grandfather's portrait in the closet, and a basket of herbs under the bed.

Currently, everyone believes that Feng Liping was pushed into the water, so an alibi is very important for players.

But no one knew that the trigger for Feng Liping's death actually came from the herbs in the bamboo forest.

Meanwhile, inside the police station.

Yuan Jing held her husband's hand, rubbing her hands together incessantly. "Brother, we really don't know how she died. This has nothing to do with us."

The police officer across the table nodded. "You don't need to be nervous, Ms. Yuan. We just want to know a few things. What was Feng Liping's condition like while she was staying at your house?"

Yuan Jing recalled, "Well... everything was fine on the first day, but on the second day, for some reason, she seemed to be frightened and said she wanted to observe mourning, so she bought a lot of paper money and incense."

She felt a little guilty, after all, someone in her family had just died. "It's like I've been possessed. My dad... he just died a while ago."

"It just so happened that Feng Liping would run to my dad's house every day. My husband and I were so scared that we... we gave her some soul-sending soup."

The officer interrupted her, his brow furrowed. "A soul-sending soup?"

Yuan Jing was a little anxious, sweating profusely, and eager to explain, "It's not poison! Really, it's just some cinnabar, honeysuckle, ginger, and hearth soil. It definitely has nothing to do with her death."

The husband quickly stood up, his face grave. "People in our village are a bit superstitious, but it's not that simple... don't you think?"

The officer rubbed his temples, turned off the recorder, and said, "Alright, that's enough for today. We'll conduct an autopsy and do another investigation in a couple of days. You can stay at the police station for now."

The two exchanged a glance and repeatedly said "good".

"So scary!!!"

Meng Yaya jumped up and down as she ran out of the guest room. "There are two bloody handprints in that room."

Upon hearing the noise, the group immediately went to the room, where they found a loose bundle on the bed and a window on the side of the bed with two large bloody handprints on it.

Tiffany opened the bundle and found Feng Liping's ID card. "This room belongs to Feng Liping, and there's a letter in the bag too."

Wow, this handwriting is so beautiful.

Qiao Yinuo glanced at it but couldn't recognize Su Mian's handwriting at all, because she had imitated her grandfather's handwriting from memory, so it was hard to tell.

"This old man... has been erased. It was originally the ancestor of this house. Two days ago, he should have been laid to rest and his soul should have returned to the ancestral grave along the old path... But you came without notice, stepped into this door, disturbed the yang energy, and disrupted my yin journey."