Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"So, it was actually Feng Liping who burned the paper money. The murderer's grandfather died. Could it be related to Feng Liping? Could it be that the grandfather's spirit is still in the house?"

Upon hearing Tiffany's words, Meng Yaya and Qiao Yinuo huddled together, hoping that God would come out from somewhere to scare them.

Su Mian suddenly spoke up at this moment, "The murderer's grandfather should have died a long time ago, otherwise there would be a funeral here, otherwise it would not make sense to be holding a funeral on the seventh day after death."

Tiffany nodded. "You're right."

Su Mian blinked, suddenly finding herself unable to continue. These two people looked at her with adoration whenever they saw her speak, agreeing with everything she said, which always gave Su Mian a feeling that she had won unfairly.

"So Grandpa's soul must have been sent away long ago. Could the bloody handprint on the window have been left by the murderer to scare Feng Liping away?"

She deliberately downplayed the importance of the letter, shifting everyone's attention to the window, because once people suspected the bloody handprint was related to the murderer, they would move on.

Sun Er: "That makes sense."

Sun Jiu: "Let's compare."

So everyone stepped forward. Su Mian's hand was a size smaller than the bloody handprint, after all, it was her brother's hand, not hers.

Whether anyone will match the bloody handprint is entirely up to luck.

The players stepped forward and compared their handprints. Sun Er and Meng Yaya matched the handprints, and coincidentally, both of them had the opportunity to commit the crime yesterday, which immediately increased their suspicion.

It was time for the motorcycle taxi pick-up. There were still a few rooms left to see, but there was no rush. In addition, there were still tasks to be completed at each accommodation for the day, so we headed back home.

As soon as they got back to the courtyard, Mao Ning ran over and hugged Su Mian. She had just washed her hair and smelled of oatmeal.

"Sister-in-law, you look beautiful today."

Su Mian patted her head, took Mao Ning's hand and led her back to the Mao residence. Mao Ning looked up, her big, watery eyes wide open, and said, "The power went out at home today."

Su Mian paused for a moment, then said, "Is that so?"

[Ding-dong – Today's residential task has been posted. Please check it.]

"I'm so scared, I'm a little afraid to go in."

She shrank back, blinking as she stared at the dark front gate, seemingly genuinely frightened.

"Sister-in-law, I won't go in. Please help my brother find the three light-up objects on the third floor and light them up. The house will light up again."

"Okay." Su Mian nodded, released Mao Ning's hand, and walked into the darkness.

The moment I stepped inside, the door closed by itself, and I couldn't see anything at all.

The curtains were all drawn, making it completely dark and impossible to move around.

Su Mian could only rub against the wall and walk along the side. She had already stayed in the house for a day and remembered the general route, but where were these three glowing things?

She walked along the wall to the kitchen and found nothing but pumpkins, winter melons, and cabbages scattered all over the floor.

The living room was even cleaner than it had been a few days ago. As she reached out and touched it, she suddenly touched a cold, rectangular object, and her eyes lit up.

It's a television. If a television can be turned on, is it something that emits light?

So she reached along the edge of the TV and touched a switch. The TV screen went blank and made a crackling sound.

Su Mian took two steps back, and the system notification sounded.

[Congratulations, host. The lights on the first floor are now on. Please proceed to the second floor.]

Just as Su Mian was about to leave, the static screen was suddenly cut off, and the outline of a person gradually formed on the screen, then gradually became clear.

Two hands suddenly reached out from inside the television and grabbed the frame.

Her head drooped low, revealing only a head of black hair. She squealed and cried out, trying to scare away her sleep.

The girl remained motionless. She raised an eyebrow, plucked a hair from the little ghost's head, and the ghost immediately froze.

"Mao Ning?"

Ghost: "...You've mistaken me for someone else."

Su Mian continued talking to herself, "Hmm, that's true. Other ghosts aren't as small as you, so they can squeeze into the TV."

She smiled and said, "Also, don't wash your hair before you dress up as a ghost next time."

As soon as Mao Ning emerged, the scent of oats wafted into her nose.

Mao Ning hung his head, brushed his hair aside, and looked utterly defeated. "Sister-in-law, hurry up and go up..."

Su Mian chuckled softly, carried the person out, and then went upstairs.

Besides the bedroom where I stayed, there was also a laundry room on the second floor. The balcony was enclosed, so no light could get in.

There was another room at the very back, but the door was locked and couldn't be opened. She pressed her ear against the door, but there was no sound from inside, so she went to the laundry room.

On the left was an old-fashioned washing machine, and on the right was an arched mirror. Su Mian reached out and pulled on the rope that was hanging down from the top, and the area around the mirror immediately lit up.

[Congratulations, host. The lights on the second floor are now on. Please proceed to the third floor.]

Su Mian didn't leave immediately. She bet that something would come out of the mirror, so she stood there and waited for a while.

Sure enough, a figure was reflected in the mirror, but to her surprise, the figure was herself.

Su Mian's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror, dressed in a red wedding gown with gold-embroidered phoenixes fluttering on the sleeves, adorned with a pearl crown and embroidered robes—she should have looked joyful.

But the face in the mirror that looked exactly like hers was streaked with tears.

Tears washed away the faint rouge on her cheeks, leaving behind a disheveled and damp look.

She cried silently, only her shoulders trembling slightly, her nose reddening, and her eyes brimming with tears, like a homeless, helpless kitten soaked by the rain.

Su Mian subconsciously tilted her body, her pupils gradually dilated, and her fingers wanted to touch the face of the person in the mirror to wipe away her tears.

Unexpectedly, the person in the mirror suddenly looked up, her hair ornaments jingling, and reached out to grab Su Mian's wrist.

Su Mian's breathing faltered, and she was pulled unsteadily by this force.

She gripped the table, the force still pulling her inward, trying to drag her into the mirror.

"Please stay...please stay."

Su Mian's hair stood on end, and she grabbed her wrist with her other hand, trying to break free.

But their strength was astonishing, and they were impossible to separate.

In desperation, she had no choice but to find another way. She broke out in a cold sweat, staring at her reflection in the mirror, her face still streaked with tears.

"Why do you want me to stay?"

The person in the mirror had their attention diverted, and their grip loosened somewhat.

Her smile was sweet and natural, something Su Mian could never do.

She knew she was expressionless and wouldn't smile like that, but the face she made in the mirror looked natural, making her wedding dress appear even more festive.

"If you stay, you will be very happy. You will have endless money and clothes, and you will no longer need to play those terrible games. You will live a life where everything is done for you."

"You can have as many people as you want playing murder mystery games, you won't get sick anymore, and you'll have your loved one by your side. Don't you like that kind of life?"