Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She pointed to the glass tube in the corner, and Chen Mo didn't intend to hide it.

"I didn't trust you much at the time, so I went directly to ask Zhang Shuozhi."

She paused.

"However... I don't think you're the killer anymore. You're quite serious, and your reasoning is pretty good. You're better than many novices."

Su Mian smiled faintly, "Didn't you dislike newcomers?"

Chen Mo was stunned, glared at her, and said, "I never said I liked you."

Wang Zeyu exclaimed in surprise, and the two turned their heads away.

"Uh... come here quickly."

With a pained expression on his face, Su Mian quickly stepped forward and found a black wastewater bucket in that inconspicuous corner.

Su Mian thought it was a waste disposal area, but upon closer inspection, she found a still-beating heart inside, and a strong, pungent odor wafted towards her.

"Holy shit... Ugh."

"Turn it off quickly."

Chen Mo frowned and patted Wang Zeyu, who immediately closed the lid without saying a word, saving the three of them from suffocating.

Chen Mo: "Don't tell me the liquid in this bucket is all formaldehyde."

Wang Zeyu's expression instantly turned pained. "Are you crazy? I almost died there just now."

The thought of a still-beating heart floating in the middle of the liquid almost made him vomit his dinner from the night before.

Su Mian: "Whose heart is this? Or rather, why is it here?"

This is suspicious. It might have been brought in by the murderer, or it might have been brought in by Yang Xuan.

But the reason for bringing the heart in is that someone has a terminal illness and needs a heart transplant.

Or is it simply that, like "Qingci," one has some unspeakable quirks?

"I can't take it anymore, let's go out."

Wang Zeyu urged them on, and the three of them left the laboratory, feeling the strong smell of formaldehyde in the air.

"Let's go find Zhou Ruochuan."

Su Mian said that the only person directly related to Yang Xuan right now is Zhou Ruochuan, so perhaps he knows something.

Zhou Ruochuan works at the pharmacy counter in the lobby on the first floor. The first floor is the place with the highest traffic in the entire hospital. Although the people in the hospital have "mutated" now, it is still overcrowded.

Zhou Ruochuan kept his head down, holding the medicine, looking very shy. When he saw the group of people arrive, he seemed startled and quickly looked away.

"See? I hate these kinds of newcomers the most. They do nothing and expect others to provide them with clues."

Wang Yuxuan rubbed his temples. "If you say less, at least they're honest."

Su Mian knocked on the window, and the boy looked up timidly. She pointed to the door of the pharmacy.

"Please open the door, thank you."

……

The three entered the pharmacy, and Su Mian looked around.

Several rows of tall, brown medicine shelves reached to the ceiling.

The shelves were densely packed with various medicine boxes, divided into sections by type and name, and labeled with white tags.

The air was filled with a complex smell, mainly a mixture of the bitter fragrance of Chinese herbs and the slightly pungent smell of Western medicine tablets.

She looked perfectly normal, so Su Mian looked away.

"You said you used to take care of him, do you know if he had any strange quirks, like... a love of dissection? Or a fondness for collecting hearts?"

Zhou Ruochuan was silent for a while, then shook his head. "He...he doesn't have any quirks, it's just that his personality is a bit strange."

Have you met his brother?

"No, I'm only responsible for taking care of him."

"You were keeping watch for him that day, did you know what he was up to?"

Zhou Ruochuan broke out in a cold sweat. "I...I'm not the murderer..."

"Don't be afraid. We just want to know more, not that we doubt you."

Wang Zeyu comforted Zhou Ruochuan, who looked up at the group and then spoke again, "I only stayed at the entrance of the pharmacology department for a while; I didn't go in."

Su Mian pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

"Do you have any other questions?"

Chen Mo and Wang Yuxuan exchanged a glance and shook their heads. The three of them decided to leave, while Zhou Ruochuan returned to work at the window.

"Young man, how often should you take this medicine?"

The old woman at the window leaned closer and handed the medicine to Zhou Ruochuan, "Could you write this down for me?"

"certainly."

Zhou Ruochuan spoke so softly it was like a mosquito's buzz as he took the medicine box and wrote a few lines on it.

Su Mian's peripheral vision fell on the medicine box, and her pupils contracted sharply. Suppressing her shock, she quickly searched for her photo album after leaving the pharmacy.

The handwriting is exactly the same.

The person who signed the access form for the dissection room on her behalf was Zhou Ruochuan.

He never just stood outside the pathology department; he went inside the pathology department, and may even have gone into the dissection room.

Su Mian told the two her thoughts, and Chen Mo immediately glared at her, wanting to go back in and demand an explanation, but Su Mian pulled her back and shook her head.

"Don't alert them yet."

She truly learned her lesson. If Zhou Ruochuan were to discover his identity had been exposed, like Wen Zirui in the previous instance, and then try to control the situation by killing people, it would be a losing proposition.

"There are a few points of doubt now."

Wang Yuxuan paced back and forth at the entrance of the pharmacy.

"Yang Xuan came to the hospital before, but we don't know what illness he has. Whose heart was in the autopsy room? Who made the call to Qing Ci?"

"And why do most players only know Yang Xuan's older brother, Yang Qi, but have never seen Yang Xuan himself?"

Su Mian nodded. "The cause of death is basically clear. Yang Xuan was stabbed by the murderer in the autopsy room, lost too much blood, and was dragged to the top floor and pushed off."

Chen Mo frowned. "Was this call made by the murderer or by Yang Xuan?"

Wang Yuxuan was surprised, "How could it be Yang Xuan who did it?"

Su Mian's eyes lit up. "Yes, you're right."

She has always assumed that the call was made by the murderer, but the player does not actually know when Yang Xuan died after losing too much blood. So it is possible that he was trying to stay conscious and call for help.

Su Mian was somewhat excited, but her expression remained unchanged as she looked intently at Chen Mo.

"Your idea is very good."

Chen Mo felt uncomfortable under his gaze, turned his head away and muttered, "Your eyes look so affectionate to everyone."

Sleep:?

She blinked and continued speaking along her own train of thought.

"If Yang Xuan made the call for help, then he was conscious at that time, which means the wound was not fatal. The killer may have never had surgery and did not know the exact location of the heart, so he could not kill with one blow."

Su Mian's fingertips traced the phone case. "I'm certain the culprit is among Zhou Ruochuan, Su Tang, or you."

You mean Wang Yuxuan, who is a radiology doctor and doesn't perform surgery. Su Tang is a nurse, and Zhou Ruochuan is a pharmacy worker. He is currently the prime suspect.

I finally don't have to work the night shift today.

But I didn't sleep well that night.

At midnight, Su Mian was awakened by the sound of dripping water. She was already somewhat neurasthenic, and she opened her eyes almost instantly.