Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She recalled that when she used to accompany Su Mian to pet the cat during the Si Shi hour (9-11 AM), she would mostly hold the cat toy, cat food, freeze-dried food, etc., and watch her pet the cat without actually doing anything herself.

Although he didn't show any lack of interest, it was clear that he wasn't interested.

Besides... he's so dirty and wet right now, it's already a big favor that he didn't kick him away.

What should I do? How can I let him know that I am Su Mian? How can I get him to take me home?

During the brainstorming session, around 9 AM, the car door was closed, the umbrella was opened, and they were ready to go upstairs.

Su Mian didn't care about anything else, and followed after him with a few meows, pressing a paw on the man's leather shoe, leaving a very obvious mud mark.

Su Mian: ...She didn't mean it.

Si Shi looked down at the muddy paw prints on her shoes, then glanced at the dirty little ragdoll cat. Her expression was unclear, but she didn't seem to want to chase her away. She picked up her umbrella and headed home. Su Mian followed her all the way to her doorstep.

"Okay, the announcement will be released next month. Let's get the data organized first."

……

Just as the door was about to close, Su Mian rushed over and squeezed through the crack in the door without making a sound.

Just as she was feeling relieved, she instinctively shook her body, shaking off all the water. Mud and raindrops flew around instantly, soiling the carpet, shoe cabinet, and someone's trouser legs.

Water droplets trickled down her frizzy hair, completely unaware that she paused in her 10 AM voice, hung up the phone, and slowly lowered her head.

The air was so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard.

This damn instinctive reaction.

Will she be thrown out at 9:00 AM?

Feeling guilty, she saw Si Shi put his phone on the shoe cabinet and then bend down.

Long, slender fingers reached out and pinched the back of her neck.

Su Mian instinctively closed her eyes; oh no, she was about to be dragged out.

After waiting for a while, I didn't feel any raindrops hitting me, nor did I feel any cold wind blowing. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the toilet.

She was then enveloped in a soft darkness, and the cat was gently lifted up.

The rough texture of the towel wafted through her damp hair, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent and the familiar aroma emanating from Si Shi.

From its back to its tail, and then to its soaked limbs, even its ears were gently pinched. Su Mian subconsciously squinted its eyes, and suddenly heard a loud engine sound. The cat abruptly raised its head and widened its eyes.

What's that sound? It's so noisy.

She tilted her head to listen, but couldn't find the source of the sound. There was only one possibility: the sound was coming from herself.

……

She's snoring.

Su Mian felt so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her face in her hands, but then she heard someone laughing. She angrily bit him and then licked him with her tongue.

After changing the water in the sink several times, I finally dried her off, and then I held her and used a hairdryer to dry her fur.

The sound was even worse, so bad that she wanted to cover her ears and struggle to run away, but was pulled back into her arms.

"If you run again, I'll give you a bath."

"Meow-"

Su Mian dared not move, let out a soft protest, and lay on his lap. The hairdryer was moved to his back, and she turned over, lying on her back to look at his face.

It's a face that's flawless from every angle.

Su Mian sighed, then started thinking, "Didn't Si Shi dislike kittens? Especially these dirty stray cats."

Even when she was soaking wet, Si Shi didn't want to touch her; he just grabbed her by the back of the neck and carried her into the house.

The hairdryer ran for a while longer until she completely turned back into a fluffy white dumpling. At 9:00 AM, she turned off the hairdryer, got up to grab a cushion and threw it in the corner of the sofa, then moved the whole cat onto the cushion.

He turned and walked towards the bathroom, probably to dry his wet trouser legs.

Su Mian lay on the mat, watching his figure disappear behind the door, the cat lost in thought.

The good news is that she successfully entered the house.

The bad news is, she's a cat now.

The worse news is, how is she going to let him know that she is Su Mian?

The sound of water came from the bathroom. Su Mian pricked up her ears and suddenly thought of a plan. She jumped off the sofa, walked softly to the bathroom door, and raised her paw.

The door wasn't closed properly.

She peeked through the crack in the wall and saw Si Shi bending over, washing his hands by the sink. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms, and the water was splashing. He didn't turn around.

Su Mian took a deep breath, and then, with all her might, called his name in her heart.

9:00 AM (巳时).

Si Shi (9-11 AM)

9:00 AM (巳时)!!!

The man turned off the tap, grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands, and didn't react at all.

Su Mian slumped against the crack in the door, feeling utterly defeated. Well, how could she have forgotten that their damned "telepathic communication" could only work in the script world; in the real world, she could scream her lungs out and he still wouldn't hear her.

When Su Mian acts as an arbitrator, she can communicate telepathically with all other arbitrators. However, this is to facilitate communication in case of unexpected situations in the instance, which players cannot express verbally.

What should we do then?

The reason Si Shi treated her this way was clearly because he liked kittens. If Si Shi saw that she hadn't come back all day, he would definitely be worried.

And since the bracelet fell into the water, I don't know if it can still be located.

She stared at his retreating figure, her mind racing.

Writing? She has no hands.

Identify? The family photo is so tall she can't reach it.

A cell phone? Putting aside whether her cell phone would still work after falling into water, would she let a stray cat touch her cell phone at 9 AM? The answer is no.

The man in the bathroom turned around and looked down to see a hairy head squeezing through the crack in the door.

He paused for a moment.

"..."

Su Mian awkwardly shrank her neck.

At 9:00 AM, he opened the door and stepped out, looking down at the white figure at his feet. Su Mian looked up and met his gaze, her blue eyes wide open.

The two, a human and a cat, simply stared at each other.

Then she saw him bend down.

He reached out a long, slender finger and flicked her forehead.

"Get out if you peek again."

Su Mian: "..."

She glared at him and meowed.

I'm not going out; this is my home.

He ignored her and went straight to the kitchen. Su Mian followed behind, watching him open the refrigerator, take out something, chop it up, and put it into a small dish.

The aroma of boiled chicken breast wafted over, and her stomach growled at just the right moment. The plate was placed on the ground, and Su Mian looked down at the chicken, then looked up at him.

"Eat," he said, then turned and walked towards the study, stopping halfway there. "Don't get on the sofa."

I guess I still don't like kittens.

Su Mian sighed, lowered her head and took a bite of chicken. Her sense of taste became sensitive, and the sweetness of the meat melted on her tongue.

After finishing the chicken, Su Mian licked her paws, nudged the bedroom door open with her head, jumped off the bed onto the wardrobe, and pulled out a shirt from inside.

This was the shirt she had promised him; the one the two of them brought back from the copy of "The Bride of the Mountain Village".

Although the two were not yet married, Su Mian showed him what she was wearing one day, only a shirt.