Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Qingci, did you really fall asleep in the office yesterday?"

Su Mian nodded.

"Then what is this?"

Su Tang handed over an A4 sheet of paper with the words "Pathology Department Sample Collection Room Entry and Exit Registration Form" written on the cover.

The pathology department's sampling room, or dissection room for short, is used to sample and analyze surgically removed tissues and organs.

At the very bottom of the form, He Ran wrote Su Mian's name, indicating that she had entered this place at 12 o'clock.

"Furthermore, a bloodstained knife was found under the operating table and has been handed over to the forensic doctor for identification."

Chen Mo came out. "Qing Ci, are you sure you're not lying?"

Her eyes scrutinized Su Mian, but she found that the girl did not show any panic or stiffness when being questioned.

If it was acting, then her acting skills are truly superb.

Who is registering this form?

Su Mian asked, and the others looked left and right, but all shook their heads.

"Zhang Shuozhi should know that I was indeed in the office at 12 o'clock..."

Su Mian thought for a moment and realized she really had nothing to say in her defense. Zhang Shuozhi wasn't there either. She put her hands in her pockets and said expressionlessly,

"Then treat me as a suspect for now. We're going to the rooftop, let's go together."

Su Tang: ?

Chen Mo: ?

Seeing that the others weren't moving, Su Mian turned her head in confusion. "Didn't you all come downstairs to ask me? Aren't you coming with me?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then said, "You really are the most clear-headed new player I've ever met."

Su Mian blinked. "It's normal that you don't believe me. After all, the surveillance cameras are broken, and I can't prove that I didn't go into the dissection room."

"Furthermore, based on my years of experience playing murder mystery games, there shouldn't be any fingerprints on that knife, because gloves are required to enter the autopsy room."

When analyzing her sleep patterns, she likes to stare straight at one spot, which helps her concentrate better.

At that moment, she happened to be talking to Chen Mo, so she stared intently into his eyes, her gaze frank and serious, which, combined with her delicate and charming face, created a somewhat endearing contrast.

Chen Mo was stunned by Su Mian's stare, and angrily reached out to turn her head away. "Ahem, let's go to the top floor first."

Su Mian was confused. Chen Mo brushed past her, muttering to himself, "Newcomers always love to put on airs."

Su Mian: "..."

The abandoned wheelchairs and metal frames clanged and rattled in the wind, the sound echoing across the empty rooftop.

The piled-up fallen leaves were swirled up and turned in the air.

As soon as they reached the edge of the rooftop terrace, their white coats were blown into the air.

Su Mian's expression turned ugly almost instantly, as the biting wind swept across her face, carrying fine dust.

Su Mian's temples throbbed with pain. She clenched her slender knuckles into a fist and coughed, and Wang Zeyu and Chen Mo, who were standing in front of her, turned around.

Chen Mo: "How have you survived this long with such a weak constitution?"

Wang Zeyu glared at Chen Mo, then took off his coat and draped it over Su Mian's shoulders. "Are you feeling better? Why don't we go out and take a look first? You wait here for us?"

Su Mian covered her mouth to calm herself down, then said softly, "I'll come out when the wind gets calmer."

Wang Zeyu nodded, turned around and went up to the terrace, while Su Mian was about to sit down on the steps.

Suddenly a white coat flew onto his face, and Chen Mo's voice came from afar.

"It's so hot, can you get this for me?"

Two seconds later, she said in a flash, "Wearing it is fine too."

Su Mian: "..." Did you say that so quickly because you were afraid she would hear you?

She pulled the clothes off her head and wrapped them around her body. With the three white coats rolled up together, Su Mian felt like a dumpling, but thankfully she was much warmer.

She rubbed her face with her hands, trying to warm it up, but found that her hands weren't much warmer than her face, so she quietly put her hands down and her elbow bumped into her phone.

Su Mian slightly widened her eyes.

Wait, she seems to have thought of something.

Su Mian opened the phone's call log and found the recording.

The sound of the wind was almost identical. I had only noticed the loud wind on the phone before and hadn't paid attention to any other details.

For example, when sheet metal is blown bulging and dented by the wind, there will be a distinct "bang" sound, which is especially noticeable on the top floor, as well as the sound of weeds being blown by the wind...

No, Su Mian pressed her bright red ear against the receiver.

It wasn't blown by the wind; it's more like the phone fell into a pile of weeds.

Su Mian suddenly stood up, carrying her "three-layer coat," and walked onto the terrace.

There are no piles of weeds... but there are potted plants!

She suddenly realized what was happening and quickly called the others over. Wang Zeyu's mouth was frozen black, but Chen Mo and Su Tang didn't seem to react much.

Su Mian wanted to take off her clothes and give them to the two of them, but Wang Zeyu shook his head, maintaining his remaining composure with a smile.

"No, it's nothing... Qingci, you can wear it."

Chen Mo chuckled and patted Wang Zeyu on the shoulder. "She can wear mine. Don't freeze like a dog."

Wang Zeyu's expression softened for a moment. He turned his head, trembling, and smiled at Chen Mo, saying, "Go to hell."

……puff.

【Hahahahahahahahaha.】

How could he say something like that while laughing?

"I don't know, maybe it's a people-pleasing personality."

Su Mian teased in her mind, and Su Tang laughed out loud without any restraint.

Chen Mo: "What did you find out?"

Su Mian pointed to the innermost potted plant, "Look at that withered flower, its branches are bent under the weight. If the wind blows, the other potted plants will also be in trouble."

"you mean……"

Su Mian didn't say anything, but played the recording on her phone for everyone to hear, and then threw the phone into the potted plant. Everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

"Wow...that's amazing!"

Su Tang continued to support him, and Chen Mo was surprised for a moment before lowering his head to ponder, "Under what circumstances would a phone fly out?"

Su Mian: "Yes, that's crucial. It flew out, not fell out."

It shouldn't fall that far.

"Couldn't it be that the person threw it on purpose?"

Su Tang asked, rubbing her chin. Wang Zeyu shook his head and also became serious.

"No, if he wanted to throw this away, he wouldn't make a phone call like that before throwing it away; either he was discovered or he had a conflict with someone."

Su Mian nodded in agreement, "I prefer the former; the latter would involve arguing on the phone."

"Too……"

Wang Zeyu muttered to himself, squatting down because of the cold. Suddenly, he noticed bloodstains on the potted plant and pointed them out to the crowd.

"There is blood."

Su Mian quickly stepped forward, squatted down beside Wang Zeyu, and took a closer look. "Half of the potted plant is stained with blood."

Wang Zeyu glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye, and a fruity scent wafted into his nose. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he moved a little closer without making a sound.

Chen Mo: "Wang Zeyu, if you're cold, put on some clothes."

Wang Zeyu jumped to his feet, startled. "I'm not cold!"

He gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Mo. The woman glanced at him with an expression that seemed to see right through him, then crossed her arms and whispered.

"If I were you, I would have hugged her just now."

Su Tang: "If you're a man, just go for Wang Zeyu!"

"Shut up!"

Wang Zeyu glared at the two of them, while Su Mian stood up, completely unaware of what the two had just said.

"I suspect these are drag marks."