Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

4399 was even more anxious than Su Mian, and spoke up for her.

"Human hearts are inherently selfish."

Su Mian turned and walked towards the corridor. Faced with this behavior that was almost pushing her to the edge of a cliff, she felt no ripples in her heart.

In fact, she had already guessed the outcome the moment she stepped out of the elevator.

No matter where you are, even if the cost of getting out of the elevator isn't your life, even if it's just wasting a little more time, many people will still be unwilling to do it, even if they are the last person to enter the elevator.

4399 doesn't understand, but it likes Mianmian and naturally gets angry.

[Mianmian, where are you going? Aren't you going to wait for the elevator?]

"Who says you have to take the elevator?"

She yanked open the door to the emergency exit.

"Isn't taking the stairs the same?"

……

That's right.

4399 was stupid for thinking that taking the elevator would be faster, forgetting that it was only two floors away from the psychiatric ward.

It suddenly realized something and started chattering away in its mind, praising it endlessly.

"I thought you said you were different from other systems, that you would be something like a cheat code or a cheat feature."

As Su Mian climbed, she chatted casually, "The result is pretty much the same."

【……！】

【Mianmian, how could you say that to me? Waaaaah, I'm so heartbroken.】

The emotional value I'm providing is so substantial! It's infinitely better than those artificially stupid people!

"I don't need emotional value."

She rolled her eyes. In the real world, she rarely made friends. When she was little, she was used to being sick, and the other children were afraid that she would infect them, so they all stayed away from her.

As she grew older, her peers matured, and many people wanted to befriend her because of her appearance or other factors, but Su Mian had long been used to being alone.

Lost in thought, she had already reached the 25th floor.

But a group of unidentified creatures were roaming the corridor, hissing softly and moving their eyes stiffly.

The door to the stairwell creaked open, and all the monsters' gazes focused on Su Mian.

For them, the sleep they were enjoying at this moment was like a fresh, juicy piece of meat.

The few animals at the front desk were already poised to go, their beating hearts clearly visible beneath their translucent skin.

Seeing such a horrific scene, Su Mian was truly disgusted.

This thing is more disgusting than any ghost in a zombie or horror movie, a hundred times more disgusting.

She silently looked away and shouted into the air.

"The Ghost Ferryman!"

In an instant, a wheelchair burst through the window, flew over the heads of all the monsters, and appeared smoothly in front of Su Mian.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand to brace herself against the windowsill, leaped on one leg, and landed precisely in the wheelchair with her light body.

Gui Duzi dashed out in an instant, Su Mian's heart pounded wildly, as more and more monsters were drawn to him by the noise.

It leaped up, carrying Su Mian, and the wheelchair, like a blade, instantly caused the monster beneath it to burst open like a balloon.

Blood spurted out, almost splashing onto Su Mian's face. She instinctively closed her eyes, but didn't feel any chill.

An open umbrella was placed on her thigh, and Su Mian grabbed it without hesitation to shield herself from the bloody storm ahead.

A small note was stuck to the umbrella handle.

"The boss said it was useful, so it's for the master ^-^"

Su Mian glanced at it and then put it in her pocket.

Boss? What boss?

Before she could think it through, just as she was about to turn the corner, a monster's hand suddenly grabbed her calf tightly.

The hand was cold and sticky, with a soft, limp feel like a mollusk, which was disgusting.

Su Mian felt a sharp pain in her leg, frowned, and then suddenly raised her other leg and kicked the monster in the face.

"Get out of here," she gritted her teeth.

Blood and teeth flew out together, landing on the ground with a "thud".

She gasped for breath, clearly having used up all her strength.

Su Mian looked down at her calf, which was scratched and bleeding, and shrank her leg in pain.

But it wasn't over yet. Just a few meters from the office door, an exceptionally tall monster suddenly swooped down from the ceiling, almost pouncing on her.

Su Mian cursed under his breath, put away the tattered umbrella, and thrust it straight into the monster's gaping maw. Then, with a flick of his fingertips, the umbrella snapped open.

The monster screamed in pain, blood and saliva dripping onto the umbrella, before being thrown off its feet.

Fortunately, it was an automatic umbrella.

Su Mian silently wiped away her sweat. If it were done manually, she probably wouldn't be able to send the monster flying.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, shutting out all the terror.

Su Mian leaned against the back of her wheelchair, breathing heavily, her legs trembling uncontrollably from the exertion.

She gently rubbed her ankle, which had been grabbed and bluish-purple finger marks had appeared there, and now the lingering pain from her stomach flared up again.

"Give me the candy from the last dungeon."

【Okay, Mianmian.】

A few candies appeared in her pocket. Su Mian randomly picked one up, tore open the wrapper, and put it in her mouth.

The taste of green apple melted and spread in my mouth, and my heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She got out of the wheelchair and almost knelt down again. The wheelchair quickly moved to Su Mian's side to serve as her armrest.

Su Mian sat down on the sofa, shook her head at Gui Duzi, and spoke weakly.

"Don't worry about me, go to the sixth floor and help Chen Mo first."

Gui Duzi hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the office backwards.

Su Mian used the last of her strength to clock in, the pain in her legs becoming increasingly intense.

She bit her lip, took off her shoes, curled up on the sofa, and unconsciously passed out.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, she felt someone standing next to her.

Wen Cisheng slowly squatted down, his slender fingers tidying the girl's messy hair.

His fingertips then moved downwards to the girl's calf and gently touched the wound.

"Waaah..."

Su Mian subconsciously shrank her legs and buried her face in the sofa.

As expected, DM was very afraid of pain. She lowered her eyes and looked down at her exposed calves.

Her legs are beautifully shaped, with barely visible calf muscles, and they feel incredibly soft to the touch.

Skin that rarely sees the sun is so fair it's almost translucent, but now it serves as the perfect canvas to highlight this bruise.

Amidst this chaos, there is a strange beauty.

A blend of bluish-purple and snow-white, a coexistence of tyranny and fragility.

Wen Cisheng silently admired the mask for a while, then removed it, revealing a cold and stern face.

The extremely light amber vertical pupils gleamed in the dark room with the curtains drawn. This face was very "alluring" and could be considered a perfect model face.

His eyes are rather long, with long, drooping lower eyelashes and slightly upturned corners, giving off a nonchalant, alluring vibe.

He has a high nose bridge, a sharp jaw, and thin lips that curve slightly in a smile.

Her skin tone is cool-toned and fair, giving her an air of refined elegance while also conveying a relaxed and frivolous feel.

DM sat on the edge of the sofa and picked up the girl horizontally, placing her on his lap.

Su Mian's head drooped downwards due to gravity, revealing the most perfect curve of her neck.