Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

After hearing this, Su Mian realized that this wasn't an NPC in the game, but herself.

The things she mentioned were exactly what Su Mian wanted. Since it was her own consciousness, things would be much easier to handle.

"What about my parents? What will happen to them? And my roommates, my friends?"

"You must know that I already have many friends, and my lover won't stay here either."

Su Mian in the mirror fell silent, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"You're right. Back then, he said I was like a kitten, or a butterfly, needing to fly to the sky, needing to pick all kinds of flowers, and needing to see the beautiful world."

Tears started flowing again, her eyes filled with something Su Mian couldn't understand. "So he knew you wouldn't stay."

She sighed and released Su Mian's wrist, which had been pinched so badly it was shocking, but Su Mian forgot to pull her hand away.

"You have so many things to do; how could these alone hold you back?"

Why are you crying? Aren't you living a happy life?

Su Mian frowned and spoke, a smile appearing in the mirror before fading away, "You'll understand when you put on this wedding dress."

The illusion vanished, and the room fell silent.

Su Mian felt an inexplicable unease and frustration, a feeling that had been lingering in her heart ever since she entered the instance.

At the time, she thought it was because of the killer's identity that she felt this way, but now it seems that's not the case.

The lover she was talking about, isn't that Mao Rongjun?

Why did she cry for Mao Rongjun? Why did she want to stay here?

Her mind was a jumbled mess, her heart felt shrouded in a hazy fog; peel back one layer, and the next layer was still fog.

Somewhat dazed, she walked up to the third floor. She hadn't gone far when she bumped into something. She reached out and touched it, finding it in her clothes pocket. Moving up, she touched her neck and Adam's apple.

Su Mian abruptly withdrew her hand.

"gentlemen."

Mao Rongjun responded, "I know where the light is, I'll take you there."

As he spoke, he took Su Mian's hand and pulled her inside.

In the silent space, only two footsteps could be heard. Gradually, another footstep appeared behind Su Mian.

Don't look back.

Mao Rongjun tightened his grip on her hand and reminded her, Su Mian felt something was strange.

Suddenly, a hand behind her hooked onto Su Mian's other sleeve, and she stopped. Mao Rongjun in front of her also stopped.

"That person... grabbed me."

Su Mian lowered her voice and spoke, while Mao Rongjun said, "Get rid of him."

Su Mian tried to shake off, but was pulled even tighter, with both hands grabbing her and turning her sideways. "Wait a minute."

Su Mian felt a watch on the hand of the person behind her, exactly the same as the one on Mao Rongjun's hand yesterday, and she understood immediately.

She immediately shook off the person's hand in front of her.

The man roared and turned into wisps of green smoke, slowly rising into the sky.

The man behind her handed her a red lantern and patted her head.

"My wife is so smart."

Just as the man lowered his hand and was about to leave, Su Mian suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"May I...see your face?"

Mao Rongjun, who had been pulled back, fell silent. He chuckled softly, then casually lifted Su Mian's hand and pressed his lips to it, giving her a hand kiss.

"Sorry, I'm ugly and don't want my wife to see me."

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After a long silence, Su Mian sensed that he had left, so she turned on the switch of the red lantern, and the corridor immediately lit up.

The set of footprints ahead belonged to the fake Mao Rongjun. The footprints were upside down, in the opposite direction of their walking. Something was definitely wrong.

If I go with that person, who knows what kind of accident might happen.

As I was thinking, all the lights in the house came on, everything returned to normal, and the mission was accomplished.

Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief, checked the time, and realized that it was almost time for the evening banquet.

This time it was the bride's turn to toast the guests, and the cook came to touch up Su Mian's makeup again. Soon after, the players gathered here again.

They ate at banquets every day, serving the same few dishes every day. Qiao Yinuo was getting sick of it, but Su Mian was still eating as usual, head down.

Meng Yaya's complexion was not good, which drew everyone's attention.

Tiffany: "Meng Yaya, don't you live in a thatched hut? How come you have such dark circles under your eyes?"

Meng Yaya ate a couple of bites listlessly. "It's pretty safe, but the roosters started crowing a long time ago. I finished my task this afternoon and was planning to take a nap, but then I heard someone stepping on tree branches behind my house. It's so annoying."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the twin sisters put down their chopsticks.

"us."

"Too."

Qiao Yinuo was a little surprised, "Is that so? I thought this would happen if we lived in a haunted house. There are also people stepping on tree branches behind our house."

Su Mian uttered a chilling remark: "Was that really the sound of stepping on dead branches and leaves?"

Qiao Yinuo swallowed hard, lost in thought.

In fact, Su Mian had heard this sound from the very first day she stayed at Li Meili's house.

Later, because the Mao family's bedroom was so comfortable, she fell asleep quickly at night, and since it was on the second floor, she almost forgot about it.

Bringing this up again now seems suspicious.

"Sisters, hurry up and toast them!"

Mao Ning was gnawing on a chicken leg, his mouth glistening with oil.

The players exchanged glances and picked up their glasses. The first table was set up to toast the elders of Mao's father, and behind them came the very faint sound of small feet stepping on a thick carpet.

"Plop... Plop..."

The sound was sticky and musky, and everyone subconsciously turned around. A small, low table covered with a gaudy red cloth had somehow "walked" over by itself.

On the table, in a thumb-sized white porcelain wine glass, clear white wine swirls gently.

Su Mian reached out first, and when her fingertips touched the cool porcelain cup, the red cloth table trembled with pleasure, as if it had been tickled.

"Respect to all elders."

People at the table stood up, raised their glasses in greeting, and said pleasant, auspicious words, praising Su Mian for her beauty, good figure, and sweet tongue, even though she hadn't said anything.

When I used to visit relatives with my parents, Su Mian didn't talk much, and when she offered a toast, she would only say a few words.

But both her mother's and father's families treated her like their own daughter.

Although most of the time I would just hold a drink, quietly eat my food, and listen to them talk about stocks, family matters, and work.

No one asked her how her studies were going, nor did they mention her illness. They would only say that she had grown taller and had slender, beautiful fingers. Even if she had a stern face, no one would find it disappointing.

The adults' cheerful laughter and chatter warmed her up like a stack of wheat straw baked by the autumn sun, surrounding her in the middle.

Previously, I was indifferent to everything in the world, but now, when I see this scene and recall it occasionally, I actually feel very happy.

The liquor was icy cold as it went down my throat, and the chill seeped into my bones through my fingertips.

Qiao Yinuo was naturally likable, and her eloquent words kept them all happy.

Only Mao's father sat there, his eyes vacant, as if he had been possessed.