Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

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It's so warm.

The soft, fluffy blanket gave Su Mian the illusion of being back home.

The scent of sage lingered around the girl's nose; her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to open her eyes.

My gaze lingered on the brick-red floor tiles. I lifted my eyelids to see the beige stone texture on the walls, and an oak forest outside the glass window with its patterned glass.

The warmth made Su Mian almost think she was in heaven when she suddenly heard the voice of 4399 in her ear.

[Waaaaah, Mianmian, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!]

"Where am I?"

[The priest took you away; you're now at the nursing home next door.]

Su Mian's eyelids twitched. If you're going to save someone, just save them. Why use the words "take them away"?

A sound came from the doorway. As the doorknob turned, Su Mian immediately guessed who it was and hurriedly lifted the quilt to look for her veil.

"Are you looking for this? My dear Evelyn."

Cain had entered without her noticing. Su Mian slowly turned around and saw the man standing by the bed, holding her veil in his hand.

Su Mian reached out to take it, but the hand withdrew slightly, and a deep, gentle laugh reached her ears.

"The lamb I raised with my own hands not only left without saying goodbye, but now it has become so rude."

Su Mian, who hadn't gotten the handkerchief, didn't intend to persist. Since she had already seen through Su Mian's identity, it didn't matter whether Su Mian wore it or not.

Just as Su Mian was about to plop back down on the bed, someone lifted her up by her bottom with one hand. Su Mian let out a cry of surprise and hurriedly braced her elbow on Cain's shoulder.

"Yeah... I suffered quite a bit."

He whispered, picked up the girl in his arms, lifted her face with two fingers to examine her closely, and clearly saw the dark circles under Su Mian's eyes and the dark blood on her neck.

"It's been so long, why don't you smile anymore?"

Su Mian turned her face away, trying to break free, and pushed the man's arm with her palm. Her cold feet kicked wildly on his trousers, causing slight wrinkles to form on the bed sheet.

Cain quickly grabbed the misbehaving hand.

"Enough is enough, darling."

His tone was a bit deeper than before, with a hint of coldness, as he gently patted the girl's back and pushed her into his arms.

They were as intimate as lovers whispering to each other.

"Your body was given to you by the Lord, do you understand?"

His fingertips slid down the spine of the sleeping man, creating ripples wherever they went. "The Lord does not allow His children to squander their bodies."

"But I have already contracted the plague, Father."

Su Mian got goosebumps from the touch, murmured, her heart racing, a hint of cunning and smugness flashing in her eyes.

"You're so close to me, be careful not to get dirty."

As she spoke, she deliberately moved closer to him and coughed twice in a fake manner.

But Cain's aura remained unchanged. He stared at Su Mian's domineering face and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

Su Mian's breathing faltered, and for a moment she forgot to push him away.

"I will not abandon my child."

"Even if you contract the plague, I will take care of you, just like before."

It came again, that strange scent that made her tremble with excitement.

"Until you can no longer stand up."

The desire to possess.

"Until you can only nestle in my arms."

So intense.

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A bondage in the name of "compassion," a kiss both tender and cruel.

Even the slow-witted Su Mian could see that the priest's feelings for Evelyn were taboo, but for some reason, the script didn't mention it.

In order to gain the right to enter the city-state and delay the execution deadline for the players in the quarantine zone, she decided to use this emotion.

The sanatorium was far better than the quarantine area, which was a gathering place for nobles infected with the plague.

Not only were they spared from execution, but they could also die peacefully here, turning ethics and life into appendages of social hierarchy.

Su Mian stepped out of her room, and the corridor leading to the hall was completely different from the decadent atmosphere of Mill Ferry Town. It was more like a haven built by nobles.

Along the curved corridor carpeted with Persian rugs, various sounds leaked from the half-open doors of the rooms.

The off-key vibrato of a seven-stringed zither drifted from the left, mixed with the hollow sound of chess pieces tapping on the chessboard, while the aroma of spiced wine permeated the right.

A figure wrapped in brocade leaned against a soft couch, smoking a tobacco that emitted the scent of cinnamon when burned, using an ivory pipe.

"Miss Evelyn, please tell me where you would like to go, and I will show you the way."

An attendant stepped forward and draped a woolen shawl over Su Mian's shoulders.

Su Mian looked around. "Why is Father here?"

She spoke casually, secretly observing the servant's reaction. The servant had his head down, and his expression was unreadable.

"The priest is here to pray for the sick, hoping they will recover soon."

When will he return to the city-state?

"Well... Miss Evelyn, I don't know either."

Su Mian nodded, waved his hand to dismiss the servants, and strolled alone in the hall. A newspaper on the corner caught Su Mian's attention.

She picked up a newspaper at random. The picture in the upper left corner showed a scene of a dozen or so injured people lying in a square. The newspaper was written in Latin.

4399 translated it for her, roughly meaning that the plague has spread to the main city of Vibens, and even the soldiers have been affected. If it is not resolved soon, it may be impossible to fight against Taren.

The rest were some gossip news. Su Mian casually flipped through them, found nothing useful, and put them back.

As night fell, Su Mian changed out of her protective suit and into the clothes Cain had chosen for her, guided by the servants.

The maid dressed her in a dark-colored dress that reached her ankles, with a wide, layered skirt and a Victorian-style fitted waistcoat over it, which accentuated her slender waist.

The wide-brimmed, pointed velvet hat was slightly rolled up, partially obscuring her sleeping face, making her look mysterious yet alluring, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Many people whispered among themselves, speculating about her background.

Su Mian hadn't expected the priest to be so forward-thinking. If she wasn't mistaken, Gothic style hadn't yet emerged in this era.

But that wasn't the main point. She sneaked into the underground wine cellar and took a few bottles of wine. Since she couldn't read the Latin inscriptions, she simply took some of each variety.

Cain's residence was on the third floor of the sanatorium. Her skirt was a bit in the way, so she simply tucked the wine inside the outermost layer of her skirt.

Like a baby kangaroo that has just learned to walk.

QQ –

Su Mian gently knocked on the heavy oak door.

Steady footsteps came from inside the door, and the door opened.

Cain stood at the doorway, candlelight flowing from behind him, casting a soft halo around him.

He was dressed in casual clothes, with the collar of his dark shirt slightly open, which made him look less solemn as a clergyman and more relaxed like a nighttime person.

His gaze fell on Su Mian.

"Ephrin?" His voice remained gentle. "Please come in."

Su Mian carefully moved inside, the wine bottles in her skirt clinking gently.