Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The countdown to sleep stopped at five minutes. She slowly sat down and stared into the distance, lost in thought.

She guessed correctly; there were only five questions.

If someone just answered two questions in a row, it means that someone will definitely be punished when the countdown ends.

Su Mian could only be thankful that she had answered one question correctly.

As for the rest, she wasn't a saint and didn't want to investigate. She could only sigh inwardly at how cold-blooded and cruel this bizarre and fantastical infinite flow world truly was.

Now, she felt nothing but exhaustion. Ever since she picked up the dagger and stabbed that hypocritical scumbag, she had gradually begun to adapt to this place.

live.

Let everything else be like fleeting clouds, let the wind blow them away.

She bent down to pick up her coat from the ground, dusted it off, and prepared to return to the dormitory room to numb her tense nerves with sleep.

However, just as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the wheelchair by the door out of the corner of her eye, and it was still there.

Gui Duzi stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, and when she noticed that Gui Duzi was looking over, another note was pasted on the window.

"Human, I love you."

? !

What's going on?

I don't know what expression to make for that moment of drowsiness, but my tired mind has cleared up considerably.

She stared blankly at the note; the handwriting was even more illegible than before, and the whole thing was so absurd that she felt an urge to back away.

The wheelchair seemed to sense her confusion, and gently moved forward, making a soft "gurgling" sound, before carefully sticking another note on it.

"You're tired, shall I take you back to your place to sleep?"

Su Mian felt a little uneasy.

She wasn't sure if it would just rush in and kill her if she refused.

The thought of this scene made her feel very uneasy.

[Mianmian, it doesn't mean any harm; it probably wants to be recognized as its owner.]

"Recognize a master?" Su Mian asked in confusion, her eyes twitching as she stared at the wheelchair that was awkwardly sliding back and forth at the door.

Yes, but the Ghost Ferry is quite picky about its master; it's extremely rare for it to recognize a master, so Mianmian shouldn't miss out!

"What are the benefits?"

[Its combat power is quite strong, otherwise it wouldn't participate in random level events. And Mianmian, aren't you afraid of getting tired? Just treat it like a fully automatic wheelchair, killing two birds with one stone, wouldn't that be awesome!]

4399 was making a big fuss about their plans, which Su Mian found somewhat amusing.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door.

Although it still feels a bit bizarre, the condition of strong combat power is too tempting.

In a place where you could die at any moment, it's natural to want to have as many means of self-preservation as possible.

The wheelchair spun around excitedly. Su Mian mentally prepared herself before sitting down.

A cushion was placed on the wheelchair, covering her entire hips and keeping her thighs in a comfortable curve.

She stepped onto the pedal, took two steps back, and rushed forward, heading straight for the elevator.

A sticky note was stuck to the back of my hand, which read, "Isn't this too fast?"

Su Mian shook her head, only then noticing that the pockets on the back of the wheelchair were full of various notes and sticky notes.

The heart-shaped, five-pointed star-shaped, and various animated doodles are strangely cute.

Su Mian finally felt at ease and almost fell asleep comfortably during the "transportation" process. It was only when Gui Du Zi banged on the door that she was woken up.

After bidding farewell to Guiduzi, Su Mian buried herself in the sheets and slept soundly through the night.

-

"Zhou Ruochuan is dead."

The consultation room was silent. Everyone knew that Su Mian's guess yesterday was correct, and that someone had answered two questions correctly.

However, no one questioned whose responsibility it was, because the newcomer had no use to them, and his death was no big deal.

The newcomer, "Zhou Ruochuan," seemed to be a newcomer, looking timid and keeping his head down the whole time, not liking to talk.

Wang Zeyu stood in front of the whiteboard, pasted two photos on it, and pointed to one of them.

"This is the list of award winners from Fushan University. From this, we can see what Yang Xuan looks like."

"etc."

Zhang Shuozhi suddenly put down the flatbread, wiped his mouth, and said, "I've seen him before."

Wang Yuxuan: "When? Where?"

Zhang Shuozhi: "Around 7 or 8 o'clock on the day of the incident, I saw him on the 21st floor. He was acting suspiciously as he walked towards the pathology department."

"Could it be a trip to the dissection room?"

Su Mian suddenly spoke, and everyone looked at her.

Chen Mo stroked his chin with his fingers. "You mean... he used your signature?"

Su Mian nodded, thinking from her perspective.

She didn't enter the dissection room that day, but her name was on the entry and exit form, which was strange.

Only one thing makes sense: someone used her name to gain access to the dissection room, and this person knew she had a habit of dissecting.

But... how did Yang Xuan find out? And how did he get the card to go to the dissection room?

Wang Yuxuan: "There is also a photo, which is a picture of the deceased and Zhou Ruochuan together."

"We also found Yang Xuan's information in the archives, but his medical record was blurred out, so we don't know what he came to the hospital for."

He shifted his gaze to the boy who had little presence.

"Please explain your relationship with him. Also, where did you go during the time before he jumped from the building, instead of being at the medication dispensing area?"

Zhou Ruochuan was startled. He slowly raised his head and it took him a while to explain.

"He... his parents and my parents are friends."

"He has a strange personality. Sometimes he's very talkative, and sometimes he's extremely irritable. Anyway, no one can stand him except me."

"That day he suddenly called me and asked me to go to the 21st floor to find him, saying something like... that he wanted me to keep watch for him."

Zhou Ruochuan spoke slowly, but fortunately he revealed all the information he knew: "He also has an older brother named Yang Qi."

Upon hearing this, all eyes in the room turned to him.

Chen Mo: "I remember Yang Qi interned at the hospital a couple of years ago, and..."

She paused, then added, "I even pursued him."

"Because his family is quite wealthy and his conditions are good, but he said he already has a girlfriend."

"And I never knew he had a younger brother, nor did I connect him to the list of the top ten academic achievers."

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the photograph.

The character Yang Qi in the script does indeed look somewhat like his younger brother, which made me realize that the two must be brothers.

But why has Yang Qi never mentioned it?

Su Tang silently raised her hand, "Actually, I'm his girlfriend."

? !

Everyone stared at her in shock, and Su Tang blinked.

"Yang Qi is indeed quite charming, but like Sister Chen, I didn't know he had a younger brother."

The trail went cold again when a document was suddenly slammed onto the long table.

Everyone looked up and saw that DM had appeared behind them at some point, or more precisely, behind Su Mian.

"The autopsy report is out."