Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Business is booming here right now, and we're so busy we can't keep up. Although the shop is only open three days a week, it supports a lot of working people who follow Su Mian, and most of them have been carried by Su Mian in the game.

According to Su Mian, she trusts those who have gone through life and death together in the game more.

Everyone wanted to see the script-based murder mystery game designed by the legendary mastermind who used to have the arbitration team handle every game and lead countless people to victory. Some people came in laughing and left crying.

Some were moved to tears, while others were touched. Some of the emotionally-driven scripts, though not as popular, became addictive and immersive for customers.

According to information gathered by many people, the romance-themed scripts are mostly written by the boss's lover.

……

Qiao Yinuo thought back to what Su Mian had told her: come here as a shop assistant, and she would be paid an exorbitant salary and see many handsome men every day.

The first half is true, but the second half is utterly ridiculous.

She couldn't help but feel deeply moved. She looked at the photo wall, where a white framed picture of a clean white feather was in the center.

That's good, she thought. At least everyone is happy.

As for the two lovers who were hailed as a myth by countless people, they were currently watching the aurora borealis in a game instance in the other world.

The two men forcefully seized the small bunker of the Polar Old Man. The campfire was the only warm light here, crackling and sputtering, but the sparks were swallowed up by the cold air before they could reach a high place.

The bunker's window frames were covered in frost, with layers of frost flowers eroding the glass into frosted glass.

The light from outside softened, becoming gentle and hazy, spreading a small patch of flowing color around their feet.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he pulled her closer to his chest, the wool blanket rustling softly.

How to put it? Su Mian recalled that her first trip with Si Shi wasn't in the game, but rather to the hometown of his real-life identity, which was abroad.

After hanging up the phone, Su Mian started packing her luggage. Actually, there wasn't much to pack: a few changes of clothes and toiletries.

She's never been the type to carry a lot of stuff when she goes out, because she never travels.

When Si Shi found out the reason for her acclimatization problem, he stayed up late for several days to prepare for various emergencies, and also learned about her allergy history, first-aid kit, and various ointments.

From allergy medication and vitamin C to disposable toilet seat covers and disinfectant wipes, Si Shi owns countless properties there. I took pictures and showed them to her so she could choose one to live in, and then I hired someone to clean and disinfect it.

Su Mian was both amused and exasperated, saying there was no need for that, since she wasn't going to die anyway.

Si Shi's face darkened as soon as he said that. He "lectured" her to make sure she could never say such negative things again, and even gave her a fitness tracker so that she could see everything on her phone, whether she was emotionally agitated or in an emergency.

As for what you did with this bracelet, just ignore that.

Once, he forgot to take off his watch, and afterwards, around 11:00 AM, he actually used the heart rate data on his bracelet to analyze where she felt most comfortable and when she was most satisfied. Su Mian almost got emotional again and smashed his phone.

As I came to my senses, a flash of light suddenly appeared outside, as an aurora ripped through the night.

This time it was all purple, with hints of rose, and the edges of the rose were edged with very pale green. The curtain of light hung very low, and the wind whistled in through the gaps in the bunker, carrying the sweet, metallic scent of snowflakes.

The snake's tail hooked around her waist and played with her fingers. "Are you cold?"

Su Mian shook her head, then suddenly asked a strange question: "You've already seen countless scenes in the script's world, won't traveling be boring for you?"

Si Shi looked at her amusedly, tapped her forehead, and said, "I'll say the same thing to you, Mianmian."

"You're not interested in anything, won't traveling be boring for you?"

Su Mian was stunned. She seemed to have never thought about this question before, because everything she did with Si Shi was new to her: traveling, cooking, writing scripts, walking the dog, shopping, and playing games.

Things that Su Mian used to disdain have all become part of her daily routine. She can even sit on the balcony with Si Shi (9-11 AM) doing nothing but looking at the scenery outside the window.

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it's sunny.

At first, she didn't understand why Si Shi, who came to the human world, was so curious and interested in everything.

Later I learned that it was because this was her world, the place where she lived, that he was so passionate.

The aurora borealis flowed by, and she watched it intermittently before finally speaking, "Because... you're here."

"What did you say?"

She heard a smile in Si Shi's voice, clearly teasing her, and Su Mian glared at him silently.

Unable to resist the drowsiness, she rested her head on his tail and mumbled, repeating the same sentence, before finally falling into a deep sleep.

He stared at the girl for a long time at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), and finally kissed her forehead.

"Me too."

*

Two days later, Su Mian and Si Shi received an urgent message from the old man Zi Shi.

"Oh dear, those intern DMs are really unreliable. A bunch of expert players who exploited bugs ruined several worlds. I know you don't want to come back, and this has touched a sore spot, but... I still hope you can come and save the day occasionally."

Listening to his voice, I felt very tired. Although this old man was usually annoying, in the end, he was also my savior.

He had long since emerged from the shadow of losing Su Mian. In fact, during that time, Su Mian knew he was a bit anxious and would follow him around like a little tail every day.

Sometimes she calls him "Brother Si Shi," sometimes "A Si," sometimes "Dear" or "Little Snake Baby," and he's so charmed that she's almost lost her bearings. She even takes the initiative to invite him to drink and bathe together.

It was only later that I learned it was Qiao Yinuo's idea, which she euphemistically called "seduction therapy."

……

There's no problem with helping out, but... he doesn't want to be separated from Su Mian.

So at 9:00 AM, he looked at Su Mian, quietly said something to the little alien that had come to communicate, and then let it fly away.

A long-dormant instance has just awakened, and all the players open their eyes to look at each other, their eyes filled with familiarity.

Although the rules have changed, there are still many bugs in the script world, such as these three people traveling together.

I don't know what method they used, but they were able to keep forming teams, discussing who to vote out each game, violating the rule of "banding together," accumulating enough points and then giving up, not caring at all who the culprit was.

"That's it?" After receiving the script, Brother Dao exhaled his smoke onto the ground and ground it with the sole of his shoe. "The decor is from the 70s or 80s, and the plot is so thin? Anyone could do this!"

"Quickly clear it, quickly finish it and get the points." The skinny guy sitting next to him yawned. "How difficult can this stupid dungeon be? It's probably just another childish game."