Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Tears dripped onto the snake's tail in the sculpture, dust was washed away, and the tail was revealed, showing its original glossy black color.

Her lover is contradictory yet full of vitality; he is a terrifying arbiter, and also a little snake with a tragic fate.

Su Mian felt a pain in her chest and had difficulty breathing. She lost her strength while kissing and fell onto the altar.

My head feels dizzy and lightheaded, which seems to be a side effect of driving away the living dead.

Su Mian hugged the snake's tail, slowly closed her eyes, tears still wet at the corners of her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Qiao Yinuo suddenly sat up in bed and got out of bed as if she had come back from the dead.

The cow tied up at the door was grazing when she startled it and made a puzzled "Moo?" She immediately rushed upstairs and found that Tiffany had just woken up as well.

"When did we pass out? Where's the Ragdoll cat? Has the Ragdoll cat come back?"

Qiao Yinuo looked anxious. Her arms ached terribly, but she was very clear-headed. This made her realize one thing: everything that happened yesterday was not a dream.

So, what about sleep deprivation?

Tiffany was calmer than her. "With DM here, nothing should happen. Let's go to the main house first and see if she's there."

Qiao Yinuo nodded, "Okay."

The two of them didn't even have breakfast before rushing to the main house, where everything had returned to normal, and was even more lively than yesterday.

People were cutting paper-cuts, pasting up double happiness characters, and making paper streamers and red lanterns.

The stove was steaming, and a pig had been brought over sometime earlier, probably to be slaughtered for the wedding tomorrow.

"How's this bouquet?"

"No, no, it's too small."

"Mao Ning! You brat, don't steal wedding candy!"

Qiao Yinuo was practically bumping into people's shoulders as she walked. The front yard of the main house was too crowded, with all the relatives and friends gathered there. As soon as everyone saw the "bride" arriving, they immediately surrounded her.

"Honey, what do you think of these embroidered shoes?"

"Don't take hers, take mine! I embroidered a big phoenix, look, isn't it beautiful?"

"Tell your father-in-law where you plan to hide your embroidered shoes?"

The two were surrounded by a group of relatives with fervent eyes. They looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

A hand pried open the crowd, instantly revealing a gap. The two quickly walked out, with Sun Er protecting him from behind, while Sun Jiu was wearing headphones and humming a song.

Tiffany: "Thank you."

Sun Er shook his head. "It's nothing. Are you looking for a place to sleep?"

Qiao Yinuo nodded quickly, "Is she alright?"

"He's alright. DM carried him back and he's resting in the main house. He's been sleeping until now and hasn't gotten up yet."

Upon hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could fully calm down, they realized that one of them was missing.

Qiao Yinuo looked around. "Where's Meng Yaya?"

"He's dead."

"What???"

Qiao Yinuo looked on in disbelief, "She didn't do anything yesterday, how did she die?"

Sun Er was also a little puzzled. She rubbed her chin and said, "She was too scared yesterday, so she stayed on the second floor of the main house and didn't go down. The main house is inherently dangerous, so it's not surprising that she died."

"All right."

Tiffany didn't press the matter further. Suddenly, something occurred to her. "Have you read her script?"

"I checked, she's not the murderer."

Upon hearing this, the group fell silent again.

If the bloody handprint on the window of the in-laws' house was indeed left by the murderer, now that Meng Yaya is dead, the only person whose handprint matches is Sun Er.

She knew she was the prime suspect, but also knew she wasn't the killer, so she resolutely spoke up.

"I'm planning a trip to Yashan Village. Does anyone want to come with me?"

Tiffany stepped forward. "I'll go."

Qiao Yinuo shook her head, "I won't go. I'm worried that Li Meili might get hurt, and I want to go see her."

Having said that, she walked toward the main house on her own. Tiffany and her twin sisters headed to the Silent Mountain Village. Tomorrow was the day of the vote, and at this moment, the one who was most eager to find the other suspect was none other than Sun Er.

So after entering the Li family's house, she began a thorough search, even finding several hundred yuan under the TV cabinet. She hesitated for two seconds, then put it in her pocket, just in case she really needed the money.

Tiffany went up to the second floor but found nothing, so she went to the funeral parlor to take a look, or rather, it wasn't a funeral parlor.

Because there was a bed inside, it was more like the deceased's bedroom. The moment the door was opened, something fell off the windowsill with a bang.

Tiffany looked closely and saw a picture frame. It showed an old man holding a black snake, which was coiled around his arm with its tail tip sticking up.

Before she could understand what it meant, Sun Er called her back.

"I suspect this is the murderer's room."

Tiffany looked over and saw that the room was on the left side of the living room, consisting of a kang (a heated brick bed) and an eight-immortal table.

The two went inside, and Sun Er immediately noticed a bunch of bright red stuff in the trash can. She squatted down and rummaged through it, finding a pile of paper-cut "囍" characters.

Tiffany's eyes lit up. "When we first started, didn't we cut out the character '囍'? That means the murderer knows how to cut out '囍'. At that time, Li Meili, Meng Yaya, and Qiao Fugui didn't know how to cut out paper-cuts, so we can rule out those three."

Sun Er frowned. "Back then, Qiao Fugui learned how to cut paper-cuts from someone else, so she definitely didn't know how. So, who did she learn from?"

After she finished speaking, Tiffany was stunned. To be honest, she was very nervous at the time, afraid that she would lose her life if she cut the wrong hair. She didn't have time to observe others at all, but then she shook her head.

"It's alright, we'll ask Qiao Fugui when we get back."

"it is good."

The younger sister, wearing headphones, beckoned to the two of them, seemingly having discovered something.

"I found a basket under the bed."

There were some herbs inside. Sun Er picked them up, smelled them, and immediately rushed out of the house to find the herbal medicine in the kitchen.

There wasn't much left, but it had a pungent smell and was obviously not a good thing. Luckily, Sun Er noticed it.

"It tastes exactly like these herbs."

Tiffany had experience as a herbalist. She picked up the herbal decoction, smelled it, and then rubbed a little on her finger.

"Cinnabar, ginger... and a little ash, and there should also be some kind of herb added, it looks like something for exorcising ghosts."

Sun Jiu shook the herb basket in his hand. "Is this it?"

Tiffany pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Probably."

She stepped forward to examine it and concluded, "It's honeysuckle."

"Then it has nothing to do with this stuff." Sun Er looked dejected. Cinnabar, ginger, ash, honeysuckle—all of these were non-toxic and could not cause death.

She guessed it had nothing to do with the deceased's death, and there was nothing left in the room. The clues had gone cold, and she felt a little helpless.

They checked the wardrobe and found nothing there. Little did they know that Su Mian had used the rules to take away all the white cloth portraits and Grandpa's clothes.