Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The distant city walls gradually came into view in the morning light. The stones that were once blessed had witnessed sieges, famines, and betrayals, as well as the victors being etched into history.

Now, it stands quietly, waiting for a new name to be written into memory or to be forgotten.

The bells rang once more, heavy and slow, not for celebration, but simply to remind everyone that time had come.

When the sun finally rose above the horizon, it illuminated the banners and steel.

No one shouted slogans, and no one predicted the outcome.

Everyone understood that dawn was not a symbol of hope.

Tiffany could not express the shock she felt as she watched a line of armored soldiers board the ship.

She didn't have time to say goodbye to Charlie. This morning she was still bandaging wounded soldiers and brewing herbal medicine for soldiers infected with the plague. When she came to her senses, it all felt like a dream.

A dream about an era of war.

The soldiers on the deck sounded their horns.

Tens of thousands of people shouted slogans together.

"Ad arma, ad finem!"

"Ad arma, ad finem!"

"Ad arma, ad finem!––"

To wield weapons and control the central situation.

Tiffany turned back to Wibbens with unease. Though she was reluctant to admit it, at that moment... she hoped they could stop the war.

Although, it was all in vain.

Tiffany crouched down helplessly as countless soldiers hurried past her, and suddenly a shadow fell.

A young soldier stood in front of her.

"Miss Pharmacist."

"My home is by the Mill River. Could you please pass on a message to the family with the grape trellis?"

"Just say..."

His voice choked with emotion. "Just say that John wishes them a happy Easter."

After he finished speaking, he quickly caught up with the group. Tiffany watched the soldier's departing figure and finally shed tears.

-

Wibnes Pier

A young woman dressed in a dark red Victorian-style aristocratic gown walked across the bridge, her face partially obscured by a malachite-encrusted veil, and calmly headed toward a moored ship.

"Miss, please show me your ticket."

The sailor stood in front of the ferry crossing. The girl looked up, and the sailor immediately froze, his gaze blank, muttering to himself.

Su Mian withdrew her gaze, casually walked past him, and headed towards the only ship leading to Taren.

-

The crowded, sweltering ship's cabins were packed with people of all kinds of expressions, and shrewd smugglers guarded their goods.

His hands twitched from time to time, and he was always on edge, knowing he might be dragged off before the ship set sail. The entire ship was controlled by a group of taciturn, muscular sailors.

They knew perfectly well where the passengers came from and were only loyal to the captain and the people who paid the most readily.

A girl in a gray dress stepped forward, carrying a bundle of rags in her hands; she looked like a maid.

"Sir, why haven't you set sail yet?"

"It's not time yet, what's the rush?"

"Can't even wait this long? Your master even dares to smuggle himself out?"

"But……"

The sailor, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at the pendulum clock beside him and waved his hand impatiently.

Just as the girl was about to say something, a commotion suddenly came from the back of the boat.

"Hey! Miss, don't run around on the boat!"

The girl in the gray dress took one look, then immediately turned and ran. The wind on the sea was strong, and it blew her hood down.

It's that Sera who's already dead.

Su Mian rushed straight ahead, causing a stir in the crowd. Some people cursed under their breath, while others hurriedly made way for her.

Su Mian bumped into a smuggler blocking her way. The man dropped a package from his arms but didn't bother to pick it up. He just stared at the two figures pushing through the crowd one after the other.

Sera's grey dress appeared and disappeared in the dim light. She moved with astonishing speed, like a slippery fish, weaving through the piles of containers and the astonished crowd.

Su Mian followed closely, her boots pounding heavily on the damp deck with a dull thud.

There was no way out on the planks.

Important clues in the instance cannot be destroyed; they can only be hidden within a certain area.

Sera could only clutch the truce agreement tightly to her chest, gritting her teeth as she pulled a dagger from her bosom.

"Evening, the agreement hasn't been signed yet. What can you do even if you snatch it?"

"As long as you don't survive to the voting stage, we still win."

"you?"

Su Mian clenched her teeth as she spoke those two words, narrowing her eyes.

As soon as she finished speaking, someone pounced on her from behind and quickly pushed her down. With a heavy thud, Su Mian winced in pain as the person behind her grabbed her hands together.

It's Ollie.

Su Mian looked up in disbelief, while Sera smiled shyly, a hint of smugness in her voice.

"Sorry, Evelyn, I'm going to win."

She turned to look at the sails and asked Oli.

"Why isn't the boat leaving yet? Isn't it time?"

"puff……"

Sera frowned, then saw Su Mian in Ollie's arms let out a snort of laughter through her nose.

"You have companions, but I don't?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Adrian pounced from the shadows and kicked Ollie away.

Ollie gasped and slammed his back against the wall. Before Sera could react, Adele snatched the package from her hands.

She bumped into that smiling face and pulled the pocket watch from Sera's sleeve.

"Sera, have you forgotten? I come from a family of watchmakers!"

"I've changed the time on all the clocks on the ship."

Adrian, panting, laid Ollie down, then turned and tied Sera up. Sera, still unable to believe that the sleep was just a lure, struggled violently.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Her eyes filled with tears. "I don't want to lose! I don't want to die! If you lose, you only lose three thousand points, but if I lose, I'll die!!!"

She screamed, completely breaking down.

Adele sighed. "You were the one who wanted us dead first. An eye for an eye, isn't that fair?"

Adrian: "Besides... without Evenin, you would have died long ago."

Su Mian opened the package, pulled out the truce agreement, and immediately turned to Adele, asking, "How much time is left?"

Adele glanced at her pocket watch, which she had altered the time on. "Half an hour."

"Will Taylor and the others make it in time?"

Adrian asked worriedly, but no one knew the answer.

Su Mian rushed out of the deck and looked towards the ferry terminal. Time passed by, and everyone wandered aimlessly.

Fifteen minutes.

ten minutes.

Several familiar figures appeared at the dock, and Taylor and Bruce helped the governor onto the gangplank.

The portly, sweating governor, upon seeing Su Mian, swallowed all his complaints and excuses, leaving only his labored breathing, like a bellows, from running and fear.

"I'll sign... I'll sign..." His hands trembled, and without even reading the terms of the agreement carefully, he dipped the quill pen Bruce handed him in ink and crookedly drew his name and seal.

Before the ink was even dry, Su Mian had already snatched the agreement back, carefully folded it, and stuffed it into her inner pocket.

"Turn around!" she shouted sharply to the boatswain, who was peering out of the hatch. "Abandon the planned port and head for the area where the two armies are engaged in battle, immediately!"