Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian slowly stepped forward, her heartbeat gradually rising.

She could never forget that dress.

On their first day in the cafeteria, Guan Xiaoxiao organized a bizarre and absurd welcoming ceremony, and the pink gauze dress she wore was deeply imprinted in Su Mian's mind.

But that's not the strangest thing. What's strange is that the group of workers who came the next day took all of Guan Xiaoxiao's belongings away.

Why were they taken away? Because they thought it was bad luck, so they burned them all, but it was impossible to leave behind such an eye-catching gauze skirt.

Who would take the tulle skirt? And why was it put back in the laundry room after being taken away?

No, it might not have been put in directly, but rather passed through...

Su Mian was startled. She stepped forward, picked up the gauze skirt, and smelled it. Sure enough, it had a burnt smell.

Why did it absorb the smell but not get burned?

That proves that someone swapped Guan Xiaoxiao's clothes with their own and witnessed the entire process of her spontaneous combustion.

Perhaps it wasn't a witness's doing, but rather that the murderer was responsible for all of this. But why would they change into Guan Xiaoxiao's clothes?

Is it simply some kind of twisted sense of humor, or is this... his way of killing?

Su Mian slowly stood up, her brows furrowed.

However, Guan Xiaoxiao's clothes had already been burned when she died, so it was impossible to determine who had changed her clothes.

While Su Mian was deep in thought, the old woman suddenly walked in from the doorway, carrying a large pile of dirty clothes. The bucket contained only white and blue clothes, indicating that the children had all worn these outfits yesterday.

Su Mian was a little confused and asked softly, "Grandma, weren't you cooking just now?"

The old woman picked up the bucket and threw the clothes into the washing machine.

Su Mian quickly stepped forward to help her, and the old woman wiped away her sweat.

"The meal is finished, and since I couldn't stay idle, I washed all the dresses you wore yesterday."

Su Mian nodded, stared at the washing machine that had started tumbling for a moment in thought, and suddenly asked, "Grandma, are all girls' dresses pleated skirts?"

The old woman gave Su Mian a strange look. "Of course they're all pleated skirts, my dear girl. I've been at the Sunshine Orphanage for years, and I've never seen a girl wear a boy's dress."

In an instant, Su Mian staggered back a few steps, her breathing rapid.

"Really?"

"Yes, but if you want to wear boys' clothes, Grandma won't stop you. Some kids these days are just weird; boys like to wear girls' clothes, and girls like to wear boys' clothes..."

Grandma's words still echoed in her ears, but Su Mian couldn't hear a word of them.

pass.

All the clues have come together.

Lezhi was wearing a formal dress on the day she died, but Su Mian didn't notice much at the time. Now that I think about it, there are too many suspicious things.

Why was she wearing a men's suit? Was it because she swapped clothes with someone else, and that person happened to also like women's clothing?

That would be too far-fetched.

However, both girls died because they changed clothes, and coincidentally, their bodies spontaneously combusted immediately after the change...

No, Su Mian suddenly realized.

It wasn't spontaneous combustion at all; someone tampered with their clothes to make them believe they had died from spontaneous combustion.

Who swapped clothes with Lezhi?

The answer is self-evident.

Of all the boys, only Xu Yiyi, who is Wen Zirui, was dressed in women's clothing.

His quirks might not be this at all.

Perhaps he was clever enough to know that he was going to kill two girls, so he lied about liking women's clothing in order to make it easier to carry out the act.

Su Mian's heart pounded. If it really was him, how could she convince Yu Mao Mao and Wang Zhe to believe her?

If Yu Mao Mao and Wen Zi Rui cast two more votes for her, she will be powerless to change the situation.

Cold sweat trickled down her neck.

The moment she understood everything, Su Mian almost instinctively turned around, grabbed the gauze dress, and rushed out.

A tremendous force pulled her down.

Su Mian turned around and found the old woman looking at her with a very strange smile.

There was no malice intended, but it was still somewhat creepy.

How could an old man be so strong?

Before I could think it through, the old woman spoke, pointing her aged finger at Su Mian's clothes.

"You don't need to wear your formal dress today. Would you like to take it off and let Grandma help you wash it?"

Su Mian was somewhat absent-minded; her mind was filled with the murderer, clues, and votes, leaving no room for anything else.

This morning, to save time, I just grabbed the dress from the bedside and changed into it without looking at it closely.

and many more.

She took the old woman's hand and picked up a corner of her pleated skirt to examine it.

Where's the blood on the skirt?

She killed Zhou Yichen with a knife yesterday, and after everything was dealt with, it was almost midnight.

She had no time to clean the bloodstains from her clothes.

But now, the skirt is very neat.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank.

She suddenly realized a terrifying possibility.

Your own clothes may very well have been switched.

The old woman didn't leave; she stood there waiting for her reply.

Su Mian suddenly hugged the old woman. The old woman was a little surprised and her hand was suspended in mid-air, but her breathing was calm, as if she had expected it. She gently patted Su Mian's back.

"Good girl, let Grandma wash your clothes, okay? Once you change, everything will be fine."

Su Mian remained silent for a while, then raised her face, her eyes slightly red.

She took a deep breath, feeling more determined and calm.

"No need, Grandma."

"Since someone wants me dead, I should be prepared to be exposed."

She picked up the gauze skirt again, took a deep look at the old woman, and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yu Mao Mao was still crying about Zhou Yichen's departure.

Wang Zhe tried to comfort her, but when he realized the chances of success were slim, he sat in silence, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Wang Zhe suddenly thought of something and said, "Uh... can we look at his script now?"

Fish Hat was stunned for a moment, then sobbed a few more times before tossing the script to Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe immediately flipped to the page and saw that the last few words were exactly the same as his script. Disappointed for a moment, he closed the script.

"Migo killed him."

"What?"

Wang Zhe looked at Yu Mao Mao in surprise, taken aback by her sudden words.

Fish Hat's eyes, however, showed even greater determination.

"He's not the murderer, right? But he keeps pointing the finger at Migo, I think she's the murderer! She is, she is!!!"

Suddenly, Yu Mao Mao started throwing things like a madman, leaving Wang Zhe speechless with astonishment.

"you……"

"She was terrified after being identified, and in a fit of rage, she killed Zhou Yichen!"

She suddenly turned around and stared intently at Wang Zhe.

"How else could he die? I'm asking you! How else could he die?!"

"Calm down..."

Fish Hat wouldn't listen to a word she heard and rushed toward the door.

"I remember she just went to the front yard."

As he spoke, he ran in that direction, and Wang Zhe's alarm went off immediately, and he followed.

A few seconds later, the door to the next dormitory opened slightly, and Wen Zirui, with a cold expression, followed after him, his hands tucked into his pockets.