Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The voice urged her on.

Hurry up and get started...

Grass.

Su Mian's forehead was damp with a fine sheen of sweat, a battle raging between pent-up excitement and nausea.

She breathed softly, feeling her strength failing her.

It's okay...

DM won't die, so I'll treat him like a guinea pig. Su Mian comforts herself while maintaining her persona.

"Ci Sheng, for my sake, just bear with it."

I wonder who this "just bear with it" is being addressed to.

"When did Director Ci become so indecisive?"

Wen Cisheng was genuinely curious: how could a girl whose hands trembled so much when she killed someone really have the courage to dissect him?

Thinking of that incongruous scene, he raised his half-closed eyelids slightly, eagerly watching Su Mian's every move.

"I know you can't wait."

"Shut up."

Su Mian gritted her teeth, leaned closer, and gently brushed aside the red hair with her slender fingers. The scents of alcohol and brandy mingled together, yet they didn't seem out of place.

She knew Wen Cisheng was just there to watch the show; he didn't care at all whether she would disembowel him or not. He just wanted to see her helpless and nervous. DM was always so wicked.

Thinking of these things, Su Mian stopped talking in silence. She turned around to get the scissors and unexpectedly placed her palm on Wen Cisheng's abdomen.

With a slight pressure of the fingertips, the fingertips trace the V-line upwards, as if tracing the path of scissors.

Wen Cisheng was clearly stunned for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed for a split second, and the muscles under the restraints tightened.

"Cisheng, your body is so beautiful."

She lifted Wen Cisheng's shirt up completely, placed rubber gloves on it, and then pinched his cherry-red nipple in retaliation.

I'll let you watch the show!

"Well……"

With a soft gasp, the air instantly became dangerous, and Su Mian felt a pair of extremely aggressive eyes staring at her without blinking.

She swallowed hard, showing no sign of backing down.

"The heart is beating so fast. I wonder if it will still be beating this fast when I take it out. I'm really curious."

Wen Cisheng turned his head and chuckled, his chest rising and falling with the sound.

The kitten is angry...

"How will you know if you don't try?"

[So exciting! So exciting! Hehehe! Mianmian, you're such a great actress!]

4399 felt like it was watching a movie. It almost screamed with excitement, but then covered its mouth tightly for fear of disturbing its host.

The scissors were pressed against her abdomen again. "Are you ready?"

"I can't wait any longer, Director."

"Don't cry out in pain later."

DM listened to the girl's stiff tone and stared at her with interest, the warmth of her fingertips still lingering on his chest.

The way she takes out his heart with her own hands must be very beautiful.

The scissors were raised, the girl looking down at them, and finally landed precisely on the skin, stabbing fiercely into that spot.

The imagined sensation did not come; the scissors did not pierce his skin.

No blood spurted out. He stared blankly at the girl who was panting heavily, her fingers, gloved with rubber, clutching the red hair she had just cut.

The air fell silent for a moment, broken only by the sound of liquid dripping from the distant water tank.

"Hair is also an organ."

Su Mian's muffled voice came from inside her mask.

Wen Cisheng watched as she expressionlessly tossed the scissors aside, then placed a tuft of his hair into a jar containing formaldehyde, and finally among a pile of gruesome organs.

It was as if his hair was something worth collecting... a "work of art".

After doing all this, she untied the bindings on Wen Cisheng's hands and feet, and was suddenly pulled up by the wrist.

Su Mian, caught off guard, threw herself into DM's arms, her knees resting on the operating table.

"you……!"

Su Mian was annoyed, not knowing what had gotten into him again. Wen Cisheng grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest again.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"It jumps so fast."

……

"Little detective...why?"

Wen Cisheng murmured, and Su Mian was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had called her that.

"I have no idea."

Su Mian awkwardly looked away, trying to sit up, but her waist was firmly held in place by the man's thigh.

"Aren't you human? How could you not know?"

If your heart was racing just now because of being touched, what is it now?

Why does the heart beat faster? Humans experience a faster heartbeat due to physiological and pathological reasons, such as tension, fear, excitement, and exercise.

He ruled out all possibilities but couldn't find a reasonable explanation, and for the first time, he felt lost.

Su Mian was irritated by the strange atmosphere. Her face flushed, and taking advantage of his distraction, she shook off Wen Cisheng's hand and jumped off the operating table.

"I have other things to do, Cisheng, you..."

She pulled down Wen Cisheng's clothes and, with a slightly flustered expression, removed her gloves and mask. "You should get some rest."

Su Mian left the dissection room with a stern face and hurried steps.

DM stared at the doorway for a while before tilting her head and turning her gaze to the red hair in the liquid.

Hair is not an organ.

She's gone against her established persona again.

……

Forget it.

-

She had just come out of the dissection room when Wang Zeyu suddenly appeared out of nowhere, followed by Chen Mo.

Wang Zeyu: "Qingci, are you alright? I saw you and DM go into the autopsy room together."

Su Mian shook her head.

"Are you really okay? Don't try to be a hero."

Chen Mo looked Su Mian up and down, making sure there was no blood or wounds before looking away.

Su Mian: "Where are Su Tang and Zhou Ruochuan?"

After he finished speaking, Wang Zeyu and Chen Mo exchanged a glance, then looked at her seriously.

Chen Mo: "Stay away from Su Tang from now on. We suspect that she was the one who answered the two questions."

Su Mian blinked. In fact, she had known for a long time that Su Tang was not as kind as she appeared on the surface.

After all, she wasn't a new player; she had already figured it out when she encouraged her to spend more time with DM in the elevator that day.

"I see."

Wang Zeyu scratched his head, his eyes still showing some worry, but he knew he wasn't that close to Su Mian, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Mo: "Where are you planning to go now?"

"I need to go back to the anatomy lab."

Su Mian lowered her eyes in thought, "When I woke up in that place, I smelled the scent of dried blood."

"Logically, there shouldn't be this kind of smell in the autopsy room if no one is injured. I think there must be something else there."

"Okay, let's do it together."

The three returned to the dissection room, but Wen Cisheng was no longer there.

However, his whereabouts were always mysterious, and Su Mian did not think too much about it.

She put on gloves, a mask, and goggles again and began a new search.

Against the wall was a row of sinks made of the same material. One of the faucets was not turned off properly, and water dripped intermittently, making a clear sound in the silence.

In the corner of the room were several transparent glass jars containing organs and tissues of indeterminate shape, soaked in formalin solution.

The labels had different names on them, including Qing Ci's name.

Su Mian blinked. "Didn't you come here once before? Why didn't you ask this?"