Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

With a crisp sound, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

The golden bowl clattered against the wall a few times, the sound swallowed by the tearing wind.

Chang Anning's face was contorted.

Although she doesn't practice Ouija board games, as a tarot card enthusiast, she still has some exposure to the supernatural. Disrupting the ritual before sending the spirit away is a great disrespect.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Chang Anning's face turned several shades paler. She quickly reached for the overturned candle flame, trying to calm the spirit's anger, clearly unaware that this was part of the plot.

Su Mian watched this scene quietly, and suddenly realized something.

She might have been recruited by the game's content creators to act as a murderer for these newbies as a practice dungeon. Therefore, her motives and methods for killing were relatively simple, just like Wen Zirui's back then.

Lost in thought, the ballpoint pen slipped from Liang Chuchu's fingers with a "snap".

She finally came to her senses, realized what she had done, and squatted down shakily, kneeling stiffly on the ground.

In her increasingly blurred vision, on the empty chair opposite her, an extremely dim silhouette made of shadows appeared and disappeared.

Everyone else must have seen it too, but no one dared to look up.

"I...I didn't mean to offend you. I will relight the candles and see you off."

Su Mian frowned slightly. In the dim light of the balcony, she saw that all the words on the paper gradually became blurry and distorted, eventually turning into a black, unidentified blob, staining the paper with an ugly smudge.

"The request has been rejected."

Su Mian said calmly, "He won't leave."

Her words pierced through everyone's ears, chilling the hearts of those present, especially Liang Chuchu.

The phrase "you will die" felt like a heavy boulder, suffocating her and filling her mind with panic.

She screamed and rushed out of the dormitory, the piercing sound echoing in the dark corridor.

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The remaining four looked at each other, and a look of understanding flashed in Jingzhe's eyes.

"Let me introduce myself."

"Self-introduction? What self-introduction? Oh! I've been transported to an infinite flow world?"

Chang Anning leaned closer, her eyes full of doubt. Su Mian got up and turned on the light. Upon hearing this, Jingzhe didn't show much emotion, but simply introduced the two newlyweds.

In the past, she would have definitely shown disdain and impatience.

But after getting to know the Ragdoll cat, she decided to reluctantly be nicer to these newcomers.

Su Mian was completely unaware of her contribution and sat quietly to the side listening to Jingzhe explain the rules of the game.

"The world we live in is an infinite flow script-based murder mystery world."

"Here, we are the detective players, and we need to find the murderer to win the game, while the murderer must hide their true identity to win the game."

"You'll carry a script in your bag. Try your best to play your role well; you'll be punished if you go against the character's persona."

She crossed her arms, and her imposing aura made Shen Jiarui shrink back.

"I don't like anyone holding me back; if I want to survive, I have to rely on my own efforts."

Chang Anning nodded excitedly, and the last bit of fear in her heart vanished without a trace.

"My tarot cards have a reading! They're telling me I'll be going to a new place this week and experiencing some things that defy logic."

"So...it was all true!"

She hurriedly rummaged through her bag and found the script. She suppressed her excitement, which was about to burst out, and her eyes gleamed with an all-knowing light.

So that's how it is. She should have realized it sooner.

The tarot cards' hints now provided her with a good explanation; no wonder she had a prophetic dream a few days ago.

It turns out she was the chosen one, just like in novels. Everyone else was pulled in, but she was the one chosen by fate!

She was indeed no ordinary person, but the chosen female protagonist of this infinite flow world.

Chang Anning was not blindly confident. When she had her fortune told, she drew the Empress card. She lowered her eyelids slightly to hide the enlightenment and ecstasy surging in her eyes.

Her tarot cards—where did that ability come from? It was clearly a "golden finger" bestowed upon her by the world, no, by the "God" or the "rules," through her.

Yes, isn't that how it's always written in novels?

The protagonist always has a seemingly ordinary but crucial opportunity, or a seemingly commonplace but infinitely possible prop.

Tarot cards are her system, her cheat code, her exclusive cheat code!

It will guide you through the fog and foreshadow hope in times of crisis.

She glanced at Shen Jiarui, who was also a newcomer and was focused on reading the script, and a sense of superiority gradually rose in her heart.

This guy is probably just a newbie cannon fodder. He's so pathetic. He's timid enough, but he doesn't even have any cheat codes.

Su Mian observed the two people's reactions with great boredom. She could easily discern people's emotions through micro-expressions and eyes.

But now she really couldn't understand Chang Anning's expression; to be honest, it looked a bit like she was having a fit...

She looked away, and the Ouija board disappeared the moment the light was turned on, but a chilling, eerie wind still lingered in the dormitory.

Su Mian had already learned about the characters and information of these players, so she didn't pay attention to their self-introductions.

The four people's introductions were all quite brief, ending within five minutes, and they all got up to wash up.

"Your name is Chi Luoyi?"

Su Mian was brushing her teeth when Chang Anning popped out from behind her with a mysterious look on her face and took out his cards from his bag.

"Would you like me to calculate it for you? It's very accurate!"

Su Mian stared at her tarot card face; the colors and patterns finally reminded her of something.

She had seen her in the real world.

"No, I don't believe in that stuff."

Chang Anning was a little disappointed and muttered something under her breath before turning to bother Shen Jiarui. Shen Jiarui was naturally delighted to see someone talking to her.

Seeing Shen Jiarui's dismissive expression, she became even more certain of her idea, skillfully shuffled the cards, and began to tell Shen Jiarui's fortune.

"This newcomer is a bit too excited."

Jingzhe had just taken a shower, muttered a complaint under her breath, and walked over to Sumian's side.

"It'll be fine in a few days."

Su Mian chuckled softly, pulling her thoughts back to reality.

It was an ordinary weekend. Su Mian was making a PowerPoint presentation at a coffee shop in the city center when a serious-looking girl sat at the door as she was leaving.

She didn't remember the girl, but the card she drew fell to the ground as she passed by.

Su Mian picked it up for her without thinking; the pattern on the back was the same as the one Chang Anning was holding.

The girl thanked him, then flipped open the card, revealing an expression of ecstatic joy.

THE EMPRESS.

The Empress.

She gives life and sets the rules, pouring in boundless creativity and passion. The scepter in her hand represents that she is not only a nurturer but also a creator.

God allows all things to flourish and also allows them to wither. Even though she is confined in a rich, lush, and unrestrained enclosed garden, she is still the monarch who governs prosperity and decline.