Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The players went from table to table toasting, drinking glass after glass of baijiu. Su Mian felt a bit hot and sleepy.

She had never drunk so much alcohol before. Her head slumped, and the dishes on the table began to blur. Suddenly, a loud crash startled Su Mian back to her senses.

"Oh, Third Brother, spit it out quickly, quick, quick!"

"Oh dear, how can such a grown person choke on stewed pork ribs?"

The middle-aged man, clutching his neck, slid down from the chair, half-kneeling and half-crawling.

"Uh...uh..."

The man couldn't make a complete sound; white foam dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned bluish-purple. The aunt who had been patting his back no longer dared to do anything rash.

"Oh dear, this is serious! Call an ambulance quickly!"

"Go get some white vinegar, quick, quick!"

The players watched this scene in silence, their drunkenness dissipating somewhat, while the old woman beside them leisurely ate her food and waved to them.

"It's nothing, it's just an old problem," she smiled at the girls. "Go and toast the next table, don't keep our friends and family waiting."

As she spoke, she chased the group away. Su Mian was still looking back when the middle-aged man had fallen off the bench, completely blocking her view. She simply looked away.

The last table was occupied by several leaders from the entrance. After the final toast, Su Mian was already extremely dizzy.

She never drinks alcohol, and if she does, it's only a tiny bit. She raised her hand to rub her temples, having lost all appetite.

Feeling a dull ache in her stomach, she decided to go back to her room to rest. Her steps faltered as she stepped inside.

Everyone was drinking in the courtyard; no one was home.

A gaze appeared from somewhere behind her, but Su Mian paid it no heed.

"Leader Chen, let me toast you... hehe, well... do you think my son has a chance...?"

The old man held up his wine glass, his eyes fawning.

At 9:00 AM, he reached out and interrupted him.

The little red cloth table in the corner came over with a clatter, the wine glasses on the table were already empty, and Si Shi kicked the little table.

"Didn't I tell you to replace the wine with water? What were you doing?"

"Boss... I... I couldn't find water."

The little red table trembled, and the cups wobbled along with it.

Si Shi rubbed his temples. "Never mind, you go put the cup down first." He then turned to look at the old man who was still waiting.

"You mean your spendthrift son who lives off his parents?"

Hearing his unreserved denigration, the old man's face turned pale instantly.

The faint, oppressive atmosphere around him at the hour of Si (9-11 AM) made the old man hesitate.

"Haha...yes, yes, I have to go back and give him a talking-to. Have a good meal, boss. I'm off now."

After saying that, he hurriedly fled with his cane, as if a ghost was chasing him. Seeing this, the others who were originally going to step forward gave up, and the leader in the suit hesitated to speak.

"hope Huai, aren't these selection criteria too strict? What skills can people from rural areas possibly have...?"

At 9:00 AM, he stood up with one hand in his pocket. "Our selection criteria are already very low. Either you have to be able to endure hardship and get things done, or you have brains and ability."

"Daughters are like water spilled out, so we try our best to let them go; sons are like the roots that carry on the family line, so we try our best to hold them close to our hearts. When the roots are held too close, they rot, and that's how it is."

"You want a bunch of tyrants to come to the factory?"

Si Shi's words were so sharp that the other person was speechless. In addition, Si Shi was in a bad mood, so he stopped talking nonsense.

He left before the banquet was over, and the other leaders didn't dare to say anything.

On the other side, Su Mian wandered around and didn't know where she went. She only knew that she went up to the second floor and kept going in circles.

She thought she had entered her own room, but after looking around, she realized she hadn't. She racked her brains and finally remembered.

That day, I went up to the second floor in the dark. The innermost room couldn't be opened, and at that time, I thought it was locked.

Now that I look closely, I realize that the door handle is different from the other doors, which is why it couldn't be opened. Now that the light is on, it opens very easily.

But Su Mian, in a daze, didn't think that much. She wandered aimlessly around the room, which had many crocodile skin suitcases.

Those who know their stuff can immediately tell the value of this leather, especially in such an economically backward era, where just one piece could cost an ordinary person half a lifetime's savings. The room was filled with the faint scent of green apples.

She was a little tired from walking, so she plopped down on the ground, her face flushed. The alcohol fueled her curiosity, and she stared intently at the box. Finally, unable to resist the temptation, she opened it.

There was a pile of clothes inside.

She wore a striped sheep-themed t-shirt, overalls, a silver-white gauze skirt, and a white lab coat. She pushed open another box, which contained more clothes: a black and white nun's gown and a set of Chinese-style school uniforms.

Su Mian felt it was very familiar, but she was too dizzy to remember anything, and even suspected that something else had been added to the wine.

But the others who toasted with her were all fine, which can only mean that they couldn't hold their liquor.

Lost in thought, I walked away from a box containing a jar of green candies and a few sheets of A4 paper.

"Daily Inquiry Record Handbook..."

She squinted and mumbled as she read, when suddenly someone grabbed her and pulled her up, holding her firmly by the legs.

The A4 paper in her hand fell to the ground, and Su Mian's face was pinched by a large hand. She dazedly lifted her eyelids.

"...Ah Si"

"You still recognize me."

Si Shi placed the person on the bed and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel like throwing up?" He handed her a glass of warm water, and Su Mian reached out to take it, but Si Shi stopped her.

"You're feeling very dizzy right now, the glass might fall, so just drink it like this."

Just like that?

How should I drink it?

Her mind was still foggy from the alcohol. She pursed her lips, leaned in, and licked the water in the cup with her tongue, but then her hand holding the cup froze.

At 9:00 AM, his Adam's apple bobbed as he forced himself not to think about that place; he felt somewhat helpless.

But I understand that a drunk person is not very conscious, so I can only move the glass back.

The girl's head caught up again, and she looked up with some confusion, as if asking him why he wouldn't give her a drink.

"I'll feed it to you, you don't need to lick it."

"……oh."

Su Mian opened her mouth slightly, revealing only her front teeth. Whether she was tired or just absent-minded, she opened it only a tiny gap, barely enough to fit the rim of the cup in.

At 9:00 AM, pinch the girl's chin, press her lower lip with your thumb, lift it slightly, adjust the angle, and put the honey water into her mouth.

The delirious Su Mian was very docile, not moving at all, letting the water slide into her throat, then swallowing it in small sips, her eyes wet, fixed on Si Shi's face.

How could he stand being stared at like that? His breathing quickened.

The warmth of her fingertips rose little by little like flames, she was seducing him, but she was completely unaware.

After feeding her the honey water, the man gently released the girl's jaw as if it were burning his hand, then pulled out a tissue to wipe the water stains from the corners of her mouth.