Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Since the clues could not be destroyed but only transferred, she used her grandfather's name to have Feng Liping observe mourning and burn incense, and took these things to the mourning hall early on.

Therefore, no one guessed that the grandfather's funeral was interrupted, and no one asked the in-laws' grandfather what had happened.

Naturally, no one would associate Feng Liping with washing the elderly's clothes while observing mourning, and how she "accidentally" fell into the water while washing clothes.

Tiffany discovered it.

As they were about to leave, Tiffany felt something was wrong. The ointment matched the herbs found under the killer's bed, so how could it have no effect at all?

She didn't go back with the two sisters. Instead, she returned to the kang (a heated brick bed) alone, observing the herbs and racking her brains to recall the few herbal knowledge she had learned in Vebens.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she understood.

We were careless, far too careless.

This herb is not honeysuckle at all, but datura.

These two herbs look so similar that once dried, it's impossible to tell the difference.

Honeysuckle is good for clearing heat and detoxifying, and it's not poisonous. But Datura is different; it has a terrible name: Datura.

The corolla of honeysuckle is relatively slender and long, and is curved and tubular, like a dried-up straw.

Even when the Datura stramonium has shrunk, you can still see its original wider and shorter trumpet-shaped outline, making it appear "fleshy".

The entire datura plant is poisonous, especially the seeds.

Small amounts can relieve pain and cough, but even a slightly excessive amount can cause hallucinations and confusion. If consumed in larger quantities, the respiratory center will be paralyzed.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

Therefore, it is possible that Feng Liping did not accidentally fall into the river and suffocate, but rather died from poisoning and suffocation.

Her heart was pounding, and she quickly got up, intending to tell the news to others.

But as soon as she returned to Yashan Village, she was pulled away by a group of guests who cheered and shouted that they wanted to rehearse for the bride. Tiffany was completely bewildered.

"Rehearsal??? I'm not the bride."

An old woman shook her head. "What are you talking about? You are all brides, you all need to rehearse."

Tiffany was taken away just like that, completely unaware that Sun Er and Sun Jiu had already been taken away for rehearsals long before.

This was the last mission from each of the mansions; she was surrounded by people, and the banging of gongs and drums made her ears ring.

They found Qiao Yinuo, who was already waiting there in the gloomy old house, looking nervous.

"Isn't this a bit too much of a show of force..."

She murmured as she watched the group of people decorate their houses with lanterns, hang double happiness symbols on windows, spread red carpets in the middle of the road, set up braziers, and even hang a peace charm on the nose of a cow.

"This is the last mission."

Tiffany swallowed hard. "Although our house is only rated three stars in danger, we must be extremely careful this time."

Qiao Yinuo nodded nervously.

On the other side, the main house was still in a festive mood, with gongs and drums beating loudly, and the emcee tidying up his script, preparing to begin the rehearsal.

Mr. Mao sat to one side, watching silently. A shadow fell over him. He looked up and saw a girl with an expressionless face in front of him.

Why isn't the groom at the wedding rehearsal?

Mr. Mao snorted coldly, "My son has a lot to do, unlike those idle people."

He didn't show it on his face, but a cold sweat broke out inside him.

For some reason, Mao Rongjun was more assertive and indifferent than before when he came home this time.

They ignored their father and were always busy with something. On the contrary, those leaders from the city came here every day. He couldn't even recommend his son because he couldn't find him at all.

"I won't rehearse unless he's there."

Upon hearing this, Mao's father's eyes widened, he slapped his thigh and stood up, glaring fiercely at Su Mian.

"What did you say?!"

"Aren't you going to rehearse?"

The other busy people turned around instantly upon hearing this, all looking in this direction, their smiles vanishing, replaced by strange and blank expressions.

"Rehearsal...rehearsal..."

They repeated themselves, as if they had suddenly turned into a group of mindless puppets, approaching forward. Just as the system said, the danger level of the main house was five stars.

But Su Mian didn't even glance at the group. She looked at Mao's father, who was confident that the girl would continue rehearsing out of fear.

Suddenly, a small knife slipped out of Su Mian's sleeve and was pressed against Mao's father's neck. In an instant, the wind direction changed.

"Don't move."

She said coldly, and Mr. Mao's breath hitched. He realized that something was pressed against his neck, and his face immediately turned pale.

Unexpectedly, the bride dared to be so bold. He raised his hand with trembling hands, and the other guests, as Mao's father regained his senses, also became flustered.

"Hey girl, what are you doing!"

"What a terrible thing to do! What are you doing?!"

"Are we still going to get married?"

Su Mian ignored the rebukes from others, gazing calmly into the distance as if talking to the air or to herself.

"I want to see the groom."

"Where are we supposed to find you a groom? This child is so stubborn!"

"Put the knife down right now, or I'll call the police!"

She lowered her eyes and repeated it again.

"I want to see the groom."

This time, no one spoke; the courtyard was silent because a tall man stood at the gate.

Su Mian met his gaze and put down the knife in her hand.

Seeing that things were not going well, the relatives quickly grabbed their bags and packed up, fleeing this place of trouble. Mao's father dropped his stool and, with his legs shaking, climbed into the main house.

Several tables were between the two people, and the tables were filled with wedding candies, paper flowers, and all kinds of pretty red envelopes, some with kittens on the cover, and others with lavender, snakes, pigeons, roses, and so on.

"You're avoiding me."

At 9:00 AM, or rather, Mao Rongjun, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Su Mian.

What should I call you?

Su Mian opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. "Chen Xihuai, Mao Rongjun, or... the Mountain God?"

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his eyes were deep as he looked down at her, "Mianmian is so smart."

He tucked a stray strand of the girl's hair behind her ear and spoke softly.

"This is where I was born."

"Back then, I was just a little snake, raised by Li Meili's grandfather."

"...Why did you bring those things here? And why won't you tell me you've taken Mao Rongjun's place?"

If she hadn't known that Si Shi was Mao Rongjun, it would have been fine, but now that she did, all those things that had seemed off before seemed to have an answer that made Su Mian uneasy.

"Marry me, and you won't have to do anything, my wife."

"I don't need to tidy up the closet, do laundry, or cook. I'm happy just having you here. If you could stay with me forever..."

"I imagine how happy I would be."

"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."

"So he knew you wouldn't stay."

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