Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Wang Yan sat in the corner and was furious when she saw this scene.

It's like buying separate portions for three people, which reduces the cost significantly. This man actually wants the money to go to the players; he's incredibly stupid.

She chewed the ribs with great force, and you could even hear her teeth grinding. She stabbed her chopsticks into her rice, her eyes dark and unreadable.

"eat?"

Seeing that the girl sitting opposite him was not moving, Wen Cisheng assumed that the food was not to her liking and wondered whether he should exchange his food with hers. However, Su Mian sighed.

"Do you have any tissues? The blood on your face is making me lose my appetite."

Wen Cisheng: ...

He remained silent, then stood up and kicked the food dispenser. A hand immediately emerged from the dispenser, respectfully handing over a pack of tissues, its palms sweaty.

Wen Cisheng took it and washed his face at the sink.

The players stared in disbelief.

So... he doesn't need to pay to get his food from the food counter, and the same goes for train meals, so why would he ask Wang Yan for money?

Su Mian noticed it too and almost couldn't help but laugh.

Why else? I just wanted to annoy Wang Yan.

Su Mian finished all the meat in the ginger duck, then gave all the ginger to Wen Cisheng. When he returned, she pointed to Wen Cisheng's lunchbox and smiled sweetly.

"The shredded potatoes are delicious, you should try some."

Wen Cisheng nodded and sat down, then began to eat heartily without changing his expression. Su Mian was stunned. "You..."

Wen Cisheng smiled gently. "What's wrong?"

Su Mian suddenly felt a little guilty. She touched her nose, said it was nothing, and continued to eat.

Little did they know that Wen Cisheng had already seen someone's expression when he returned to his seat and had guessed most of what was going on.

Just as Su Mian was about to take her afternoon nap, she was suddenly pulled to the toilet by a hand.

"Well……"

Before she could speak, her lips collided with something soft, giving her no chance to breathe, and she was pinned against the wall.

"Director Ci, try it and see if there's still a strange taste in my mouth?"

He chuckled softly, his large hand stroking the girl's tailbone from top to bottom, a tingling, numbing sensation.

Su Mian gasped for breath, "No...no."

"How could it not be there?"

Wen Cisheng's momentum intensified, ignoring her struggles and pinning her hands behind her back.

"You haven't tasted it yet, tongue, stick it in."

Su Mian's scalp tingled from the kisses, and she remained passive throughout. Wen Cisheng's mouth tasted sweet, with no hint of ginger.

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, she subconsciously began to move closer, trying to control the breathing of the other person according to her own rhythm, her face flushed, much like a kitten asking for a kiss.

Su Mian only came to her senses when her legs went weak, and looked at him reproachfully.

"You rinsed your mouth, of course I can't taste it."

Wen Cisheng neither denied nor admitted it; he simply squatted down and placed his nose bone against the girl's waist.

"But I feel... it will start to smell strange very soon."

Su Mian's eyes widened. "You..."

She realized something, her cheeks flushed, and she glared at him in a low voice, "Are you crazy?"

Wen Cisheng looked up, his eyes smiling, but he didn't say anything. He just gently bit the skin on Su Mian's side, and Su Mian's legs went weak and she couldn't speak. She covered her mouth, her eyes wet and lifeless.

What's worse, there's a mirror right in front of Su Mian.

She could see all her own reactions.

*

For the entire day, Wen Cisheng stayed glued to Su Mian, as if he couldn't get enough of kissing her.

When Su Mian was listening to music, he would try to snatch her other earphone; when Su Mian was doing laundry, he would try to help her; he felt no shame whatsoever; when Su Mian was taking a nap, he would stare at her through the car window.

Yes, you heard right, outside the car window.

An ordinary person would have been scared half to death, but when Su Mian woke up, she just rolled her eyes, got out of bed and left Wen Cisheng alone outside the window.

Then someone followed her again within minutes. During this time, no one dared to approach her. By evening, Wen Cisheng had left and no one knew where he went.

QQ –

There was a knock on the door. Su Mian went to open it and found that it was Zhou Yunfeng. She was a little puzzled.

"Is there something you need?"

Zhou Yunfeng first glanced at the bed next door and, finding that Wang Yan was not there, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"May I come in?"

Su Mian nodded.

Zhou Yunfeng had long suspected that Su Mian was no ordinary person. She successfully passed the test in the first carriage and analyzed the loopholes in the murderer's modus operandi, which was truly admirable.

Now it seems there's some connection between him and the monsters in the dungeon, making him much more reliable than Wang Yan.

Three people died in just two days of the game. Out of concern for their lives, he chose to curry favor, but he couldn't be too obvious. He needed to prove his worth.

"Ye Shuheng is dead. If he is the murderer, the game should be over, but it's not over yet."

Su Mian lazily raised her eyes. "So?"

Zhou Yunfeng swallowed hard. "Actually," he said, as if he had made up his mind, "I know who the murderer is!"

Su Mian looked at him amusedly, "Who?"

"It's Wang Yan."

He lowered his voice, "I made a point of observing everyone's expressions as they passed by Ye Shuheng's body."

"Almost everyone was nauseous and terrified, except for Wang Yan, who seemed relieved. Although I don't have any evidence yet, I have a feeling it's her. How about we work together to find clues about her?"

Su Mian nodded. Zhou Yunfeng hadn't expected Su Mian to agree so easily. His eyes widened, and he was a little flattered.

"Okay, but don't tell Wei Xiaowei that I've been here."

After saying that, he peeked out and made sure no one was in the corridor before gently closing the door.

Su Mian glanced at Wang Yan's bed and slowly paced around.

Actually, she was also very curious about one thing: Su Mian had also seen that expression.

After seeing Ye Hengshu die, Wang Yan seemed to suddenly feel relieved, appearing much more relaxed than before.

Su Mian was certain that Ye Shuheng was the murderer, otherwise the matter of the slippers and sneakers would not make sense, but she suddenly realized a problem.

When she woke up in the morning, Wang Yan left the room before her. When Su Mian woke up, Wang Yan was no longer there.

After figuring this out, Su Mian turned around, intending to search Wang Yan's bed and suitcase, but unexpectedly the door opened and Wang Yan returned.

Why did you arrange for me to live with you? You know I hate you.

Su Mian didn't give the other person any chance to react before suddenly saying this.

As expected, a hint of panic flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"I'm worried you'll team up with Ruan Ruan, is that not allowed?"

She only said that one sentence before sitting on the bed and starting to scroll through her phone, adding casually, "Go to sleep, there's probably going to be a tough battle tomorrow."

Seeing that Wang Yan was not talking to her at all and would not answer any questions, Su Mian had no choice but to give up, wash up and get into bed.