Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Tiffany, holding a basket of herbs, smiled at her, followed closely by Qiao Yinuo, who was laughing heartily. Her parents waved to her, holding a little white dove in their arms, and many other people passed by.

Huang Baien, Tattoo, Chen Mo, twin sisters, factory boss Willow, Pip.

They all became what they were like outside of their roles: some were dressed in construction site clothes and looked dusty, some were dressed in suits and looked like busy salesmen, some were successful and covered in designer brands, and some were dressed in lab coats with determined eyes.

They didn't seem to notice Su Mian and all walked in the opposite direction from her. She turned around and saw a bright light at the end of the crowd, so bright it was blinding. When she turned around again, there was a person in front of her.

He wore a mask and a neat suit, just like when we first met. He bowed to Su Mian and extended his right hand in a gentlemanly manner.

Su Mian reached out and placed her hand on the table. The man led her forward, and the final scene was a round table where Zi Shi, leaning on his cane, bowed deeply to her.

bite--

A sound woke her up. She opened her eyes, her throat was dry, and her head was burning. Suddenly, the view outside the train was no longer a blur, but a real scene, so beautiful it was almost breathtaking.

The train traveled close to the coastline, sunlight shimmering on the crests of the waves, the waves layering upon layer, stretching into the distance.

The seawater is a lighter color than the sky; the islands and beaches, seagulls and coconut trees, near and far, are breathtakingly beautiful.

Bright and beautiful, yet unreal. Su Mian rubbed her head and stood up. Outside the door, Ruan Ruan had already changed into a long dress, kneeling on a chair, taking pictures of the scenery outside the window with her camera.

"Is the driver's side door open?"

Ruan Ruan shook her head. "I don't know, I just woke up too."

She seemed to have relaxed, as if she were really there for a vacation, or perhaps she knew she was the murderer and that she would win.

Su Mian didn't say anything. Seeing her overjoyed expression, she decided not to disturb her and walked to the front of the car alone.

As Su Mian pushed open the driver's cab door, sunlight streamed in through the dirty glass window, casting blurry beams of light into the air.

She squinted and scanned the small space. There was no ballot box, nothing to use for voting. She took a step forward and stepped on something soft.

Looking down, I saw a crumpled travel agency brochure with the words "3-day tour of Mariso Island" printed on it, which had been bleached white by the sun.

The glass in front of the driver's seat was covered with a layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.

Su Mian subconsciously raised her hand and spread a small piece with her palm.

Beneath the dust, the red writing was clearly visible.

Only one player can survive in this instance.

Su Mian stared at those words, feeling as if all the blood had been drained from her body, leaving her feeling cold from head to toe.

She should have known.

She should have known that from the moment she got on the bus, from the moment she knew everyone was a murderer.

"Have you found where to vote?"

Ruan Ruan's voice came from behind, and Su Mian turned around abruptly.

Ruan Ruan had followed us here at some point and was standing at the door of the driver's seat with her head tilted to the side. Sunlight streamed in from behind her, casting soft shadows on her face.

"No." Su Mian heard her own voice, which was unusually dry due to the fever.

Ruan Ruan gave an "oh," her gaze passing over Su Mian's shoulder and landing on the line of blood-red words behind her. Her expression remained unchanged; she simply blinked.

"What should we do then?" Ruan Ruan asked in a light tone, as if she were asking what to have for dinner.

Su Mian did not answer.

She squeezed past Ruan Ruan and returned to the carriage.

Are you going to kill me?

Ruan Ruan's voice came from behind her. Su Mian paused, her fingertips trembling slightly. The person behind her slowly stepped forward and handed her the knife. Ruan Ruan's face changed in an instant.

That face belonged to Qiao Yinuo.

"Kill me, and you can beat the game."

"My dearest roommate, just kill me..."

Su Mian's breathing trembled. She closed her eyes, listening to the increasingly familiar voice telling her to kill her, her mind a complete mess.

"You guessed it already, didn't you? I'm Qiao Yinuo, your best friend."

Qiao Yinuo walked up to Su Mian, looking at her with a grin, "I won't hurt you. Kill me, and you'll be able to clear the game right away."

Su Mian shook her head slightly, her lips trembling, and slowly backed away. Qiao Yinuo approached step by step, pointing the blade at herself, urging her to catch it.

"You are not Qiao Yinuo."

Su Mian said to herself.

"What are you talking about? I am Qiao Yinuo. I even took care of Xiao Sanhua for you, and we went through two dungeons together. Oh, no, now it's three."

Su Mian clenched her fists tightly, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind blank.

She knew that it wasn't Qiao Yinuo. If she killed her, she could clear the dungeon and survive.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't kill Qiao Yinuo the way she killed Wang Yan and Zhou Yichen, even if the person in front of her was just pretending.

In her blurred vision, she seemed to see that warm body being pierced by her knife, blood gushing out, and a familiar face showing her a pained expression.

A ringing in her ears made Su Mian crouch down in anguish, tears streaming down her face as she covered her ears with trembling hands.

Here they come again, those terrifying omens, those nightmares that have haunted the first half of her life, vividly appearing in her mind.

What will happen next?

Qiao Yinuo will die at her hands.

No, no, that's not Qiao Yinuo, don't overthink it.

Kill her, kill her...

Qiao Yinuo also squatted down, grabbed her hand, and shoved the knife into her hand. Su Mian's hand was shaking so badly that she couldn't hold it, but the person in front of her forcefully shoved it into her palm.

"Kill me, kill Qiao Yinuo..."

"No, don't..."

Su Mian gasped for breath, the voices in her mind making her feel icy cold all over, except for one gentle voice that entered her ears.

"Mianmian, close your eyes."

"Shall I teach you to play the harp one more time?"

Su Mian shrugged, hugged her arms, and didn't respond.

"Don't listen to other voices, relax, it's all a dream."

The voice was neither hurried nor forceful, as if it were slowly approaching from a very distant place.

"The first string is here."

Su Mian's fingertips gently closed, as if she had truly touched a transparent string.

A subtle vibration resonated in my mind, like the wind sweeping across a lake.

That's it.

"Let the sounds connect, with the bass below and the treble above, so that they will envelop each other."

Su Mian was lost in her memories. She began to recall the positions of the strings and how the melody had been played. The terrifying sound gradually faded away.

"Every time you pluck a string, it's you in control, not the strings."

The vibration of the strings became complete, smooth, and steady.