Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The man led her to the kitchen and took a bag of nutrient solution from the cupboard and handed it to her.

"Drink it."

The sound was extremely faint in the darkness.

Moonlight shone on the mask that caused Su Mian to experience the uncanny valley effect multiple times.

Su Mian froze again. She took the nutrient solution and, under DM's gaze, gently bit open a small hole with her teeth.

I don’t know if it was because of nervousness, but my throat was dry and I couldn’t suck up any liquid after trying for a long time. My small nose was sweating a little.

The man noticed the clumsy action, chuckled, sighed, and leaned closer.

"Don't worry... my child."

He reached out, grasped the lower half of the nutrient solution, and gently squeezed it upwards.

"Hmm!"

Before Su Mian could react, juice dripped from the corner of her mouth and slid down her neck, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"Inhale it."

He spoke softly, his eyes lowered as he gazed at her.

Even though Su Mian couldn't see his face, she always felt that he was curious.

Curious about what?

How has a fragile human being survived to this day?

Su Mian suppressed her thoughts, adjusted her angle, pressed her tongue against the corner of the entrance, and sucked hard, the sweet liquid sliding into her throat.

The taste of glucose...

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly. She was physically weak, so she often dealt with this kind of thing and immediately recognized the difference.

My body gradually warmed up, and my heartbeat gradually calmed down.

He took her hand through his gloved hand, as if it were merely to fulfill the duties of a dean.

Perhaps because there was something in my stomach, my brain started releasing dopamine, and I felt a sense of peace during my sleep.

This was the moment she felt she could finally catch her breath in this bizarre murder mystery game.

However, this is not a reason for her to lower her guard.

Because Su Mian knows that even through fabric, the warmth of palms can be transmitted between each other.

The man's palms were clearly cold.

……

It seemed like the intense work had left her dizzy, and she returned to her dormitory in a daze, with no particular memory of it.

She was so tired that she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

The others weren't having such a good time. Yu Mao had nightmares all night, and the two people in the next dorm room weren't in a particularly good mental state either, listening to the sheep counting that echoed for half the night.

Su Mian was awakened by a scream, followed by the shaking of the fish-hat.

"Migo! Migo! Someone's dead!!!"

Fish Hat stared at the bed not far away and gagged. He had just woken up from a nap and his vision was still blurry.

She could only see a dark figure lying on the bed in the distance. She rolled off the bed and got closer, when a burnt and rotten smell hit her.

The girl was unrecognizable; her face was charred, leaving only a pair of empty eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The flesh around her joints had been stripped away, revealing stark white bones.

Su Mian remembered her; she was the girl with the braided pigtails from yesterday. Although her facial features were not obvious after being burned, she had stood out yesterday and was the leader of all the children.

Su Mian guessed that the girl was an important NPC, so he made a special note of her bed location, but unexpectedly, she died just one day later.

Hearing the news, Zhou Yichen and the other two also rushed to the scene. Wang Zhe was not asleep and had big dark circles under his eyes.

Zhou Yichen stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent.

Wen Zirui kept her head down, wearing a short skirt today to maintain her persona.

The scripts in everyone's pockets trembled.

[Please have the detective proceed to the activity room.]

"You shared a room with her, and didn't you hear anything last night?"

"I don't know, sob sob, I... I had nightmares all night..."

The group left the place of trouble with solemn expressions.

Workers in black uniforms walked by outside and bumped into a few people who were carrying a huge bag.

"Make way, make way."

"What the hell is this?"

Wang Zhe took a few steps back, and the worker's tone became somewhat impatient.

"The clothes, pants, and personal belongings of that recently deceased child are too unlucky; burn them."

They then carried the things out.

Su Mian did not leave. She tore off the pillowcase from her own bed, put it on her hand, and searched the girl's body. The body was completely rotten, and some fragile parts would break at the slightest touch.

Su Mian could only be more careful, and after searching for a long time, she found a jade pendant on her chest.

A date is engraved on it.

"December 3"

The back has the girl's name, "Guan Xiaoxiao".

She frowned and noticed that the carving techniques on the two sides were very different; the side with the name engraved was in neat Song typeface.

The numbers on the side with the date engraved are crooked, and the "2" looks like "5" at first glance.

This is a common mistake many children make when learning to write numbers. If this is a clue, Su Mian guesses that it was either left by the murderer or carved by Guan Xiaoxiao herself.

[Mianmian, the activity room is just missing you!]

Su Mian put away the jade pendant and stood up. "I understand."

As soon as she stepped into the conference room, her eyes met DM's. Su Mian paused for a moment and said, "Hello, Dean."

It's best to be cautious when living under someone else's roof.

The man nodded slightly.

After everyone was seated, DM slowly adjusted his gloves, snapped his fingers lightly, and the electronic clock began its countdown.

One hour.

"Dear children."

"I am really saddened. This morning, I learned that my orphanage has lost another innocent and lovely little angel."

"What's even more heartbreaking is that this murderer..."

"They are among you."

His tone suddenly turned cold.

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and the activity room, which was originally full of childlike innocence, lost its color.

With a snap, a crow fell dead in front of the window, leaving a trail of blood on the glass. The girl's heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the orphanage, telling the story of her fate.

This is what this place originally looked like.

Tragic, desperate, utterly tragic.

Upon entering the orphanage, one is greeted by the cries of orphans.

A portrait of a deceased woman was placed on the podium. DM gently moved the frame, and the girl in the black and white photo smiled at the five people.

It was that girl who had just died, her eyes wide open, revealing eight teeth, deliberately looking a bit like a "pseudo-human".

Wang Zhe was the closest. He swallowed hard and quickly looked away.

"Does any child know her name?"

"Guan Xiaoxiao."

Su Mian spoke softly, and as soon as she finished speaking, a shadow fell beside her, and there was another candy.

"A smart child."

As he stood up, he whispered in his ear, "This time it's green apple flavored."

……

Su Mian stuffed the candy into her pocket without any expression.

childish.

At some point, he returned to the stage and wrote several large characters.

timeline.

"Now, tell me, what did you all do last night?"

Wang Zhe: "After dinner, the three of us went back to the dormitory one after another, and we were basically together."

"I haven't gone out since then," Wen Zirui added quietly.

"But...but she was still alive when we were sleeping."

"That narrows down the possibilities; she died in the middle of the night."

After hearing Zhou Yichen's analysis, Yu Maomao hesitated for a moment, then looked at Su Mian.

Su Mian sneered inwardly, but before she could speak, Yu Mao Mao seemed to have made up her mind and spoke ruthlessly.

"Yesterday... yesterday around nine o'clock, Migo went out once."