Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The night was very peaceful, at least that's how Su Mian felt. But the other person, who had to take ghost photos alone without Su Mian's help, was filled with regret.

She hated herself for acting that way on impulse, which made it difficult for her to get help from Su Mian now.

She had to walk alone down the dimly lit corridor. The moment she opened the door, the man standing there startled her.

"Zhou, Zhou Yunfeng, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Yunfeng smiled. "Didn't I hear about your mission during the day? You were so scared, why don't I do it for you?"

Wei Xiaowei looked delighted and was about to agree when she remembered that she had also agreed too quickly on the first day, and then realized that there were many problems.

She knew she would die if she didn't complete the mission, and after what happened yesterday, she no longer trusted anyone.

So she pretended to be scared, yet strong, and took Zhou Yunfeng's arm.

"It's okay, I'm just a little scared. I can't let you bear all the pressure alone. Just come with me."

Wei Xiaowei smiled shyly, "Thank you, Yunfeng."

Zhou Yunfeng's smile froze on his face, his tone lowered, and he remained silent for a while before finally agreeing.

The two walked hand in hand towards the next carriage.

*

"Wei Xiaowei is dead."

The first thing Su Mian heard after waking up was that she was still holding her toothbrush and cup, and seeing everyone rushing to the next carriage, she slowly walked over as well.

Wei Xiaowei was still hanging half of her body on the car window.

The old-fashioned green train window was suddenly pulled down, and the metal frame wedged tightly around her neck.

Her neck was deformed from being pressed down.

His throat was squeezed to the side, his skin and flesh bulged under the metal edge, and his bluish-purple and dark red skin was intertwined with blood trickling down the window frame.

Having only eaten two meals in several days, the group was already feeling nauseous, and now they felt even more disgusted.

"Ugh...no, I really can't take it anymore, I'm leaving."

Ruan Ruan covered her mouth and rushed to the toilet, while Wang Yan sighed.

"Looks like he died while doing a mission. Let's go, stop looking, or we won't be able to eat later."

With only four people left, whether it's due to a low survival rate in the game or just bad luck on their part, something should be amiss.

Moreover, Su Mian is the murderer, and so many people have died before the murderer has even killed anyone.

And no one suspected her; Su Mian seemed like an outsider, which was really strange.

She walked to the spot where Wei Xiaowei had died. Her neck was crushed beyond recognition by gravity. She frowned, searched Wei Xiaowei's body, and found her psychic cell phone.

Besides the photos of the child ghost I took the day before yesterday, my phone also had a bunch of burst photos. The screen was filled with thumbnails arranged in a row, and with a swipe of my finger, the images were magnified.

The first group of photos of Wei Xiaowei is taken from a slightly tilted angle, as if she is walking and raising her phone. There is nothing in the picture except for the empty carriage and the swaying handrail.

The second set of images has a slightly blurry shadow at the edge, as if the shutter hadn't fully focused and the shooting angle was downwards, as if someone saw something terrifying and instinctively put down their phone to run away.

The third and fourth sets of cameras were very shaky; it was almost impossible to see what they were filming. They were probably running away.

The fifth group is an open car window, like a gaping maw about to swallow the person whole.

The whole process looked like Wei Xiaowei went to this carriage alone to do a mission, and the sudden change frightened her, ultimately causing her to be crushed to death by the train window.

The photo didn't capture any ghosts because Wei Xiaowei was terrified.

Su Mian put her phone back in her pocket, but Zhou Yunfeng suddenly pulled her aside.

"When I got up to use the restroom this morning, I saw Wang Yan walking back from the food truck. I don't know what she was doing."

Su Mian raised an eyebrow. "What time?"

"Around six o'clock."

"I suspect she not only killed Jiang Hong, but also Wei Xiaowei. When she saw me, she nervously put something into her bag. I'm absolutely sure I didn't see wrong!"

Su Mian nodded, offering no comment.

Now there are more and more doubts. What puzzles Su Mian the most these days is whether some players were really framed, whether there was a mission involved, or whether it was intentional murder.

If the mission is to kill, then how is the killer identified?

They moved to the newest carriage, where only three people remained besides Su Mian.

Wang Yan, Zhou Yunfeng, Ruan Ruan.

Everyone sat in silence, not intending to speak. Su Mian flipped through the photos listlessly, waiting for the assessment in this carriage to begin.

Logically, train windows shouldn't be able to be opened. The most likely explanation is that the filming task wasn't completed, and the system penalized the user.

This is the best explanation, so what else is wrong?

She repeatedly examined the last set of photos, and only the last photo showed the car window, with a tiny bit of her clothing visible on the window.

Just then, the lights suddenly went out.

"Attention passengers, attention passengers—"

"Please complete the test in the hard-seat carriage before you can unlock the dining car and sleeper car."

Next stop: Vibens, Santorini

A wind chime rang out, and the broadcast started again.

"The plague brought by Vebens has spread to you. One player is already carrying the virus. Please be wary of those around you. The plague host will spread the virus in some way. The countdown is over. The latest plague host will die."

"Now, ten minutes to go."

The lights were not turned on, and everyone was moving around in the dark.

"Where are you? Where are you?"

Ruan Ruan mustered her courage and shouted, but no one dared to respond to her; no one dared to reveal their location.

Su Mian sensed someone approaching her and immediately walked towards the corridor. She couldn't be cornered, otherwise she would have nowhere to escape.

Suddenly, the man lunged forward and pinned Su Mian down. Something cold touched his head; the smell was familiar—it was the holy water used to diagnose the plague.

[Ding-dong – You have been infected with the plague. Please pick up the golden bowl and smear the holy water on the heads of others to spread the plague.]

Su Mian was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had been infected.

She had no time to feel regret; she could already hear the chaotic footsteps and breathing sounds around her.

Everyone is groping, hiding, and chasing in this darkness.

She gripped the golden bowl in her hand tightly; it still contained more than half a bowl of holy water.

Su Mian didn't think too much about it. Whoever bumped into her would be the next lucky one. So she rushed into the corridor and bumped into someone. She immediately smeared some holy water on the person's head.

As a result, her hand was grabbed without much force, but Su Mian couldn't move at all.

"My little devil, is this how you treat your adoptive father?"

A murmur came from beside her ear, and Su Mian froze.

"What should you call me?"

"...Mr. Bishop."

"That's great."