Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

So she just went along with the character's persona and continued acting.

Although at first I just wanted to occupy the bed of the dead woman, after all she wasn't a member of the convent.

But upon seeing Sera's terrified expression, she suddenly trembled with excitement, feeling an indescribable thrill, like the satisfaction of having just finished a hearty meal.

"You had the courage to pull her up, but not the courage to bury her body?"

Su Mian sat on the bed where the female corpse was lying, and, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, spoke up.

Sera dragged the corpse, trembling as she walked up, her lips deathly pale.

But when he saw Su Mian sitting there, he showed a look of delight and understanding.

"Ah, Evelyn, so you were worried I was too scared, so you took her bed?"

With trembling hands, Sera hung the woman's body back in its place and forced a smile at Su Mian.

"I'm touched, but don't use such extreme methods, or you'll be in trouble yourself."

Su Mian rolled her eyes at Sera's grateful face, speechless.

Kindness to the point of being incurable.

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The beds in the convent were not comfortable to sleep in, and the pillows and blankets smelled of dust.

Fortunately, the female corpse hanging beside her terrified the other nuns living with her, and the fear it emitted was delicious, nourishing Sussin into a deep sleep.

The morning fog was heavy and sluggish, and the scattered tolling of bells awakened the sleeping Vibens.

Su Mian took a deep breath and felt as if her nose was wrapped in wet wool, making her extremely uncomfortable.

He hastily ate two bites of the pie and followed Sera to work at the entrance of the alley.

A long line stretched out outside the alley, with ragged people silently waiting in line, and a few soldiers standing guard, their postures nonchalant.

"Safety."

Sera gently touched the holy water from the golden bowl to her forehead, and the holy water slid down between her eyebrows.

Clear and transparent.

The woman visibly relaxed, went to the side to get a bowl of bean porridge, and left carrying the child wrapped in coarse burlap.

"I haven't contracted the plague! I haven't!"

"Oh God, have mercy on me, how much longer is this bug going to keep squawking?"

Su Mian was drawn to the noise of the argument. The middle-aged man who was screaming looked terrified, and his forehead was blackened.

The soldier standing to the side, looking impatient, drew his long sword and stabbed the man in the chest.

Blood splattered onto the face of a passing woman. She shielded her child's head, her expression unchanged, but she quickened her pace.

Su Mian quickly picked up on the information, and she subtly smelled the holy water.

It had a strange smell of alcohol, mixed with a slightly burnt smell.

Why does this liquid turn black on some people's foreheads while it doesn't on others? Is it really because they are infected with the plague?

As she pondered this, more than half of the people in line had already passed through. Almost no one in Su Mian's line was infected with the plague. A shadow fell over her, and in front of her was a gentleman's smiling face.

"Good morning, Miss Evelyn."

Good morning, Adrian.

Su Mian didn't use any honorifics, and she didn't mind.

Adrian smiled, bent down and offered his forehead, his cool fingertips touching his skin. A drop of holy water slid down, but did not turn black.

"Thank you for your oil lamp yesterday, which saved Sera and me from some disaster."

Su Mian subtly probed, while Adrian wiped his forehead with a small handkerchief, his smile widening, but without any other expression.

"Is that so? It's my pleasure."

Tsk, this is difficult.

Anna arrived late, having finished her morning prayers.

None of the nuns dared to meet her gaze; they all lowered their heads in unison. She cleared her throat and announced something important in a serious manner.

It was as if she were not a nun, but a saint sent down by God.

"The council heard about the evil spirits haunting Mill Ferry and sent soldiers and priests to the Anvil Fortress to perform a purification ritual."

"You shall set off immediately and follow these soldiers."

Those soldiers had just killed someone, and the nuns looked at each other, pushing and shoving each other, not daring to go forward.

Su Mian lifted her leg and followed, while Sera hesitated, then pulled on Su Mian's sleeve with a pained expression as they walked together.

"Is this... a plot point?"

Sera felt like she was rambling, but Su Mian was surprisingly patient. She nodded, gesturing for Sera to look outside.

"Many players want to go there."

Including Adrian and Bruce, they were listed as young men with masculine auras, who played a significant role in the cleansing ceremony.

If all goes as expected, we should see some players from the city center.

The nuns boarded the carriage, while the farmers followed on foot, with Adrian driving the carriage from the front.

When he turned around, several nuns blushed in surprise. Seeing that Su Mian wasn't looking at him, he silently looked away.

"Isn't Iron Anvil Fortress no longer a trading post? Why would it be there?"

"You don't know, it's said that the saint of Budelaburg died and secretly became pregnant, which was considered an ominous sign."

The sound of nuns discussing something came from the carriage next door. Su Mian propped her head up and listened to it half-heartedly.

"Are you crazy? A saintess can have children?"

"Yes, she came secretly. They say she wanted to give birth there, but she died in childbirth!"

"And... I've heard that people who enter the mine sometimes hear crying and sometimes see bats."

"Don't look down there! Because you don't know if you'll see another shadow much smaller than yourself, that's the saint's unborn child."

Sera got goosebumps listening to this, and Su Mian suppressed the urge to scare her. He lifted a cover and stared at the soldiers on horseback.

"Sir, would you mind revealing who the priest is this time?"

The soldier felt hot all over under Su Mian's intense gaze, and almost loosened his grip on the whip.

"Ah, uh... it's Father Cain. There's no point in hiding it, Sister."

"What the hell did you say?!"

The nun, who had just been gossiping, immediately craned her neck, adjusting her black pointed hat, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, upon hearing the name Father Cain.

"Father Cain, is he someone I can meet?"

"I must be dreaming. He's come to Mill Ferry. Will the fog here thin out a bit?"

"Quiet!"

The soldier shouted, and the nuns pulled their heads back in. Su Mian frowned, suddenly realizing something.

She had run away from home. Although priests are generally generous and kind, this priest who had raised her seemed more mysterious than she had imagined.

She had little memory of Cain, only that he was a man of great power and respect, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Council of Nobles.

Yes, someone like that saves hundreds of ordinary people every day, what impression could an ordinary nun possibly have of her?

Su Mian convinced herself, relaxed, and closed her eyes to rest and recuperate.

It was night when we arrived in the countryside of Mofangdu, and we ate dinner in an open-air thatched shed.

Local farmers prepared meat jelly and ale for them, showing that they had put a lot of effort into welcoming these so-called exorcism groups.