Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Cecily sang loudly, her voice echoing across the empty swamp, resonating with the horn in a way that shook the very bones.

This scene gave me goosebumps; it was so visually and aurally overwhelming that it unconsciously transported me to a world of antiquity and divinity.

Everything felt like stepping into a medieval oil painting; I was overwhelmed by the divinity and civilization, and was completely speechless.

The group slowly entered the cave, and the environment immediately became strange, with the light of the torches being swallowed up in the endless darkness.

The wind howled past, the sound like the heart-wrenching screams of a baby or a wild cat.

Deep within the hollowed-out dome lies the remains of half a tower, its stone and ore veins blurred beyond recognition by water erosion.

"Merciful God, we entrust the souls of those departing this world into Your hands."

Cain's voice echoed through the Anvil Fortress: "May you embrace her with eternal love, forgive all her sins, and cleanse the world of its dust and pain."

"Take away the plague, take away the casualties."

The shadows on the ground, illuminated by the torchlight, trembled precariously in the wind. Su Mian slowly lowered her head and immediately frowned.

"Sera –"

She tried to alert Sera's shadow on the ground, but saw that the person next to her had their eyes tightly closed.

……

Are you that scared?

Forget it.

Su Mian sighed and brought the torch closer to the ground. The shadow shifted with the movement of the light source, but... a blurry shadow on her shoulder remained stationary.

Is it the baby of that old saintess who died?

She looked away and noticed that many people's shadows were the same; a shadow resembling a baby appeared on their shoulders or arms, and she could even see the outline of a baby's arm.

She got goosebumps and secretly memorized the locations.

The third one in the first row, the ninth one in the first row, the eighth one in the second row...

Just as she was about to finish writing, the prayer reached its climax. With a horn, Cain closed the Bible, placed his hand on his left shoulder, and bowed deeply forward.

Everyone followed suit.

The moment the view was lost, a loud bang came from the cave ceiling, like the sound of rocks falling off.

In an instant, the sound of tearing and the heavy thud of the ground intertwined, the cold liquid exploded, and the mine fell silent for a moment.

With a scream, the players slowly stood up, all of them looking terrified.

Right behind Cain, where the saintess had stood, a huge rock had pierced through the spot, leaving only a pitiful little bit of red blood flowing out from the crack in the rock.

The pungent, fishy smell filled everyone's nostrils, and unease and fear permeated everyone's hearts.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"The evil spirit is angry! The evil spirit is angry!"

"Damn it! Damn it! I don't want to die here."

"Holy Holy Maiden...please forgive us, sob sob sob, God."

Cain slowly turned around, stared into the distance, sighed deeply, and bowed deeply to Cecily's corpse.

In this absurd and terrifying atmosphere, Su Mian looked at the spot where the rocks had broken off high up, and only after a while did she turn her gaze away, rubbing her cold fingertips.

My eyes became dull from staring at one spot for too long, and I felt a sharp pain in my pupils for a moment.

She rubbed her eyes, her gaze gradually focusing on the absurd image of the priest and the bleeding rock.

In the mud churned by immense force, Su Mian saw the broken red feathers. Her pupils trembled slightly, and her throat suddenly felt dry.

Those were the white doves she casually released yesterday.

-

"While we wait for the arrival of the City-State Knights, we will temporarily reside on the banks of the Mill River."

The priest had already changed his clothes, still wearing a black suit robe.

"After the questioning, everyone will be dismissed, so please don't panic."

"Even the saintess has lost her life; is there really no way to end this plague?"

"God...please spare our lives."

Exhausted and shaken, the nuns returned to the farmer's home together, while the players gathered around the long table in the fire pit, the atmosphere momentarily frozen.

Cain, as the DM, summarized what happened, but since almost everyone was present, there was no need to say more.

Let's first review the information we already know.

Charlie stood up and walked to the front of the long table.

"Saint Cecily died this morning at Anvil Fortress on the banks of the Mill River, crushed to death by a boulder that suddenly fell off. A total of 25 players participated in the purification ceremony."

"There are five players who have a direct relationship with Cecily: Sister Sera, Sister Evelyn, her close friend Adele, her servant Ollie, and Abbot Philip. Among them, Adele and Abbot Philip did not participate in the purification ceremony."

"We had never met Cecily before coming to the countryside, so why do you say we have a direct relationship?"

After Charlie finished speaking, Sera spoke softly, showing more tension than anger.

"You saw Cecily the day before the purification ceremony."

That one sentence left Sera speechless. She wanted to ask Su Mian for help, but found the girl writing and drawing on the parchment and not listening to their discussion at all.

"Evening! We're all being treated as suspects, why don't you say something in your defense?"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at Su Mian. Only then did Sera realize that she had spoken too loudly. She quickly covered her mouth and looked at Su Mian apologetically.

"Have you discovered anything, Evelyn?"

Tiffany adjusted her straw hat, her gaze probing.

Su Mian walked over to Charlie, who took two steps back, drawing all eyes to the girl.

She held up the parchment in her hand and unfolded it from top to bottom. The players crowded forward, looking left and right, completely baffled.

"What... what does this mean?"

The painting depicts several dark shadows, with human figures barely discernible.

"I wonder if you ever observe your own shadows when the priest is reciting prayers."

Su Mian pointed to the man who was third in the first row during the purification ceremony; he was a monk.

"A shadow has appeared on your shadow, resembling a curled-up baby."

The player whose name was mentioned widened his eyes slightly, somewhat incredulous.

"It's fake...it's fake, right?"

"We were all looking straight ahead back then, how did you have time to look at the ground and remember so much?"

One player looked doubtful, and as soon as he said that, the others echoed his sentiment.

"Yeah, how could you possibly remember the location of all the shadows and all the people? That's a bit too incredible, isn't it?"

Amidst a chorus of doubts, a boy silently raised his hand; he was Cecily's servant, Ollie.

"I...I saw it."

Ollie stood up and looked at Su Mian with deep respect.

"I stole a glance at my own shadow, and it was exactly the same as the one she was drawing."

Since he had already said that, the other players didn't dare to say anything more. Just as Su Mian was about to roll up the parchment in her hand, Charlie keenly noticed that there were some words written on the back of the parchment.

He asked curiously, "What's behind this...?"