Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian casually flipped it over and glanced at it, then blinked.

The back of the paper contained the prayer the priest read during the morning purification ritual. Although she didn't notice it, she shrugged and calmly began to speak.

"I don't know, the priest gave it to me."

Actually, it was stolen when I got off the carriage, but it doesn't make much difference; it's just making use of waste.

Charlie hesitated, but Duncan finally couldn't hold back any longer. "What's your relationship with the priest?"

Su Mian glanced at him upon hearing the sound, and Duncan's heart skipped a beat, forgetting to look away.

What a pair of cold, beautiful eyes, with pupils like those of a feline.

Although players' appearances have changed to some extent due to the era of dungeons, this was the first time he had been shocked by a pair of eyes.

Duncan was stunned, naturally not noticing that Su Mian had not answered his question at all.

"A nun mentioned the legend of the stillborn baby at Anvil Fortress before, and I think we can start our investigation from there."

"Furthermore, players possessed by the baby should not be careless; the saintess's death could very well be a warning."

Upon hearing this, the players panicked.

"What should we do? Am I in there too?"

"Oh my god, was there really a ghost crawling on me back then?"

"Evening, what do we do now?"

After this painting, all the players looked at her with new respect. Coupled with the suggestive relationship between Su Mian and the priest, the key figures of the City State Group suddenly lost their voice and sat silently to the side listening to Su Mian's analysis.

"There are so many people that you couldn't kill them all even if you wanted to, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

The rest of the time was spent introducing themselves, but most people were immersed in fear and unease.

In addition, with so many people involved, useful information was extremely rare, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. As a result, the first discussion ended hastily.

That night, Adrian found Su Mian and asked her if she was going to go to the city-state with Charlie and the others. Su Mian shook her head, and Adrian breathed a sigh of relief.

"You seem to really don't want me to go there?"

Adrian smiled and confessed everything, "I come from the center of the city-state."

Su Mian nodded, her eyes remaining completely calm. "I guessed it, that oil lamp belongs to your family, right?"

"Yes, but my father, Duke Hill, was expelled from the council. To avoid trouble, they gave me a new identity, so I came here."

"Why are you avoiding the limelight?" Su Mian hit the nail on the head.

Adrian paused, then sighed. "You're very perceptive, Evelyn. My father has some knowledge of medicine, and he believes that the plague is not a punishment from the gods, but more likely an infection with germs."

"But the council of nobles felt that what he said offended God, and when the news spread, my father became a heretic hated by everyone."

Su Mian nodded, turned her head to look at him, and said, "You're telling me all this because you think I'm not the murderer and you want to win me over, right?"

She knew Adrian's purpose the moment he spoke.

To clear themselves of suspicion, they sought to win him over.

This is precisely what Adrian admires: possessing understated social maneuvering skills and maintaining a perfectly clear head.

Although she appears to be weak and easily bullied, she seems to have a powerful trump card behind her: a priest.

Such a person is bound to find the truth.

But in the end, Adrian simply chuckled and lowered his eyes, offering no explanation.

"Yes."

A strange noise came from the bushes. The two turned around warily. Ollie walked out with his hands raised, looking apologetic and embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you...?"

He coughed, his gaze shifting between the two of them. "I just want to remind you two not to wash or purify yourselves. The Holy Maiden has just died, and it would be against taboo."

Su Mian nodded, and Adrian, seeing this, stopped chatting, turned to look at the silvery moon, and murmured something.

Goodnight, Evelyn.

-

The next day, everyone awoke to the sound of trampling. The knights summoned by the council were the first to go to Anvil Fortress to check the situation.

They rushed to the village at noon to question everyone, but the whole process was very perfunctory.

It's roughly like, "What did you see?", "What were you doing before the purification ceremony?", "Did you have any contact with the saint?"

Ignoring the answers the players gave, he smoked his short, thick cigarette, the smoke rudely entering the crowd's nostrils.

They made random notes on the parchment so that they could give their superiors an explanation.

They believe more in spiritual attacks than human harm.

The group was quickly dispersed back to Mill Ferry and the city center. Su Mian watched the riverside town recede into the distance, feeling a sense of emptiness in her heart.

The mystery of the Anvil Fortress remains unsolved; when will we return?

In the game, solving cases only requires switching screens, but in the live-action version of murder mystery game, it can take half a day to move from one section to another.

The deadline given to them by this instance is unknown, as are the rules; the immense mystery sears in Su Mian's heart.

She always felt that the real culprit wasn't a possessed evil spirit, but something deeper, which hadn't been uncovered yet, so she could only take it one step at a time.

[Mianmian, don't put too much pressure on yourself. At worst, you only lost 3000 points. You've already successfully cleared two dungeons; a winning streak is something even many veteran players can't achieve!]

Yeah, at worst I only lost 3000 points...

What is she worried about?

When she met Cecily's gaze that day, she knew this NPC would become a victim, but this victim was different from the previous two in the dungeon.

There was no hatred, no twisted desire in her eyes, and she didn't seem like the kind of person who would get into conflict with anyone.

The unwavering resolve, sorrow, and tenderness in Cecily's eyes made Cecily seem like a real person, and when she saw her being crushed to death, she felt a deep sense of grief and regret.

Their thoughts were interrupted as they arrived outside the town of Mofangdu, shrouded in the familiar smog.

The guard leaned against the wisteria fence and waved lazily as the carriage approached. Two nuns stepped forward carrying golden bowls.

"Safety."

"Amy, we're back again. I really don't want to see Miss Anna."

"You make it sound like I really want to see her. Put your needle and thread away, or she might prick you if she finds out!"

Two nuns wiped the holy water from their foreheads and got out of the carriage complaining. As they passed by, they bumped into Su Mian and smelled a lavender scent.

The carriages came from the city center. Several of them died a few days ago, so they were being escorted in batches. To save time, the players were not taken into town; they still had to go back to pick up people from the city.

Players at Mill Ferry disembarked from their carriages and lined up to be baptized with holy water, but an accident occurred when it was Bruce's turn.

"Holy water! The holy water has turned black!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and the guards immediately pushed the bewildered Bruce down.

He turned around to explain something, but his arms were roughly folded behind his back, causing him excruciating pain.

With Bruce's arrival, a legend known as the Fortress Dead Baby was definitively established.

From Bruce to Adrian, to Sleepyhead, Sera, and most of the players in Millferry, their foreheads all turned black.