Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The box was probably for holding ashes. She didn't touch it, but squatted down to examine it closely. There was a person's photo and name pasted on the mechanism of the box.

From [Date] to September 24, [Year].

School just started.

This date is familiar. If nothing unexpected happens, it's the day that school heartthrob died, the beginning of the Twenty-Four Curse.

Why would this doll not even spare its owner's ashes after the owner has died?

Moreover... this face has transformed into Liang Chuchu's.

Su Mian still felt a chill run down her spine after taking a look.

The uncanny valley effect arises spontaneously.

She shook her head; if she stayed any longer, she'd have nightmares that night.

So Su Mian got up to go back to her dorm, but the Ouija board was gone. She guessed it had had enough or was bored.

Judging by the time, it's already time for her biological clock to kick in.

When Jingzhe returned to the dormitory, she was a little surprised to see that Shen Jiarui and Chang Anning were still alive.

But they seemed quite frightened, and it was unclear what they had gone through. It seemed like they had a falling out and stopped talking to each other.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Su Mian couldn't say a word. She quickly washed up and lay down on the bed.

Perhaps it was because she was too tired, or perhaps she had experienced too much these past few days, but she seemed to be experiencing sleep paralysis, and in her daze she even heard someone calling her name.

"Luo Yi..."

"Luo Yi..."

In her dream, Zhou opened his arms to her. Su Mian, barely conscious, stepped forward, intending to hug him.

As a result, Zhou Ye suddenly transformed into a towering python, and Su Mian immediately went weak in the knees and died on the spot.

……

Su Mian felt a sudden lightness in her body and almost sat up abruptly, panting heavily with cold sweat covering her forehead.

The room was deathly silent, save for her heavy breathing and the faint glow of light filtering through the curtains.

By the dim light, Su Mian glanced at the clock.

9:12.

She instantly regained her senses.

Oh no, I'm late!

Su Mian quickly put on her school uniform, got out of bed, and hurriedly washed up.

Although the game didn't say anything about not being late, Su Mian still felt lingering fear when she thought of that sinister homeroom teacher.

She packed her things and went out, but froze as she passed the table.

The plastic bag contained a steaming hot breakfast.

Brown sugar steamed buns and vegetable porridge.

Her grip on her schoolbag tightened, and she froze in place.

Here, he was the only one who knew that she liked to buy these two for breakfast.

Zhou Ye.

But how did he get into the dormitory?

Su Mian didn't dare to think too much about it. She picked up the bag and rushed out of the dormitory. There was no one on the road. She just prayed that she wouldn't see the homeroom teacher in the classroom again. But as soon as she got to the dormitory building, she saw the person she had just been thinking about.

The homeroom teacher, wearing a striped shirt, stood in the corridor, watching Su Mian run step by step toward the stairwell, his gaze moving mechanically, his eyes unblinking.

His movements were also very clumsy, not quite like a real person, and he only turned around when she was no longer in his sight.

Su Mian, who had hidden in the stairwell, was panting heavily. She gritted her teeth, lifted her foot and went upstairs, glancing sideways at her classroom.

Still in the corridor.

Su Mian's mind raced. She picked up a pebble from a nearby potted plant and threw it at the classroom behind her. The pebble hit the wooden door with a loud "bang."

Hearing the noise, the homeroom teacher slowly raised her head and walked over.

Tap, tap, tap –

He stopped in the stairwell and slowly looked down.

The stairwell was empty. Then he looked up and walked toward the place where the noise had just come from.

Su Mian crouched down and slipped to the back door. To be honest, she did this kind of thing quite often in high school, but in the infinite flow world, this kind of action seemed even more exciting.

After confirming that the homeroom teacher had left, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked in through the back door, and sat down in her seat. A crumpled piece of paper hit Su Mian on the head.

She looked towards the source, and Jingzhe pointed to the ground. Sumian picked up the crumpled paper.

"I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did this morning. Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Mian glanced at it and replied to her.

"You had a nightmare, don't worry."

Chen Mo wanted to say something more, but the homeroom teacher returned at that moment, so the two of them could only lower their heads and endure until the end of get out of class.

"Hey, did you know? Liang Chuchu is dead!"

"She finally got her comeuppance."

"She almost got Zhou Ye killed, she deserved it!"

"It's said she died in the public toilet on the fourth floor of the girls' dormitory. Do you think she was possessed by a spirit and got attacked back, hahaha?"

"I don't know, it looks like she committed suicide with a white silk ribbon."

Su Mian ate the steamed bun in her hand, listening to the conversation in a half-hearted manner, showing no fear or guilt as the murderer.

Shen Jiarui was writing and drawing on the draft paper again, looking extremely serious.

Occasionally, human voices could be heard from time to time.

"Dude, what are you writing?"

"Solve it! Don't look at this problem, I don't know the answer either."

"Ber, buddy, I've been studying this hook for ages, is this irregular helix the solution???"

"You're crazy for not giving points for writing solutions in the college entrance exam?"

"You're the one who's sick!"

The homeroom teacher was not in the classroom, and the classroom was noisy. The discipline monitor, a boy with a pockmarked face and a bowl cut, patted the table, and everyone else immediately quieted down.

He snorted, a hint of arrogance flashing in his triangular eyes, looking haughty and unconcerned, while the others showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

Finally, a class was over. During the long break, there was no more running exercises. Some students went to the cafeteria in pairs, some argued fiercely on the blackboard, and some couples secretly sat together instead of their deskmates.

Jingzhe called several people over and gathered them together.

"Let's discuss the timeline first. What were you all doing between yesterday after class and Liang Chuchu's death?"

Chang Anning: "Dinner? I ate on the third floor. Which genius chef came up with the idea of ​​watermelon stir-fried with meat? I thought it was tomato..."

Shen Jiarui: "Me...me too."

Su Mian glanced at her. "You were called over by the teacher, aren't you going to say anything?"

A hint of panic flashed in Shen Jiarui's eyes. She stammered, "Yes...yes, I was called over because I was drawing and writing in class."

"What did he do after you were called over?"

Jingzhe pressed for an answer.

"Uh... she only said a couple of things to me, and I didn't stay inside for long, Anning knows that."

Chang Anning nodded reluctantly. The two had a falling out last night and hadn't come to the classroom together today.

Su Mian: "I also came back right after eating."

Jingzhe nodded. "Their statements are consistent, so it seems someone is lying. Let's analyze the next point."

"When Liang Chuchu died, she had a white silk ribbon hanging from her head. There was a doll and an extinguished candle on the windowsill. The murderer probably used Takanna to lure Liang Chuchu, but the exact cause of death is still unclear."

Chang Anning's face turned red, and she immediately added after Jingzhe finished speaking.

"I suspect that Takana is Liang Chuchu!"

She slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "Yesterday, while playing hide-and-seek, I found Takana and a box of ashes in a dormitory. Takana's face is exactly like Liang Chuchu's! There's no such thing as a doll goddess! She herself is probably some kind of wicked monster."