Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"I...I don't think so."

Shen Jiarui kept her head down, looking unwell. Suddenly she spoke, and everyone looked over. Chang Anning frowned, feeling interrupted.

"Don't you think there's anything wrong with that?"

"Takanna should be... a demon."

Shen Jiarui, who had supported all of Chang Anning's ideas a few days ago, now seemed somewhat rebellious and her rebuttal was very firm.

"Why??? Then tell me, why does she have Liang Chuchu's face?"

Shen Jiarui gritted her teeth, then shook her head. "Anyway... it's her!"

"You can't give a reason, you're just misleading people here, are you perhaps the murderer?!"

"you……!!!"

Shen Jiarui's eyes widened. Su Mian finally found it interesting, lazily raised her eyes, and looked at the incredulous Shen Jiarui.

[Wow, I love people like that, so genuine! Hahaha!!!]

4399 almost laughed his teeth out watching the two argue. The worst thing in deduction is acting on impulse, whether you're the murderer or the detective.

Chang Anning didn't care about Shen Jiarui's expression. She continued her reasoning, "And I think it was the Ouija board that killed Liang Chuchu."

After that, Jingzhe finally became interested and leaned closer, "Why?"

"The spirit of the Ouija board came to us after Liang Chuchu died, which means that it was there before and that it had predicted Liang Chuchu's death."

"Even tarot cards can't make accurate predictions, let alone a Ouija board. Only someone who can kill her with his own hands would be so certain."

Su Mian propped her head up with her hand. "That makes sense."

Jingzhe remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, and the discussion ultimately ended with the conclusion that "the spirit of the Ouija board is hidden among us."

To ensure there was still some evidence she wasn't clear about, Su Mian decided to go to his office to investigate.

But going there openly and brazenly will definitely attract attention.

So she slept soundly during the last class, oblivious to everyone else, which made the homeroom teacher, who was sitting on the podium, glance at her several times. Finally, when get out of class ended, he couldn't help but come down and knock on her desk.

"Come to my office."

Su Mian really fell asleep. Speaking of which, do those high school desks really have some kind of magic that makes you fall asleep the moment you touch them?

She rubbed her temples, said "okay" with obvious annoyance, and walked towards the office under everyone's gaze.

"Didn't she sleep well last night?"

Chang Anning was a little puzzled, and Jingzhe nodded, "It seems so. You didn't get up until nine o'clock. You must not be feeling well."

"You two seem to know each other quite well?"

Chang Anning sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and saw that Jingzhe just smiled calmly after hearing this.

"Not familiar with them."

Su Mian successfully entered his office. She followed behind him, looking around as she went. Suddenly, the person in front of her slowly turned around. "Don't look around—"

He put his hands behind his back, his lifeless eyes seeming to see things that ordinary people cannot, but he was not staring at Su Mian.

Su Mian nodded, watching him walk to his desk and point with a ruler at the class rules posted on the wall with foam board.

Read it once.

Su Mian paused for a moment, then, having prepared for a fierce battle, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and slowly spoke while staring at the class rules.

"Everything revolves around preparing for the college entrance examination; we will go all out to improve our scores."

She stood in the center of the office, her eyes constantly looking around. A red banner inscribed with the words "Selfless Dedication" hung below the clock.

"Strictly adhere to discipline to create a quiet and stable environment for efficient learning."

The trash can next to him contained a pile of fruit peels, a few colorful threads, and steaming tea leaves, which must have been thrown away by other teachers, since the homeroom teacher had just returned.

"Maintain a good mindset and regular routine to conserve energy for a protracted battle."

Besides books, a water glass, lesson plans, and a ruler, there was nothing else on the table. But if you looked closely, you could see several pieces of cloth of different colors pressed between the books, perhaps to keep out dust.

After taking everything in, Su Mian realized that the class rules were getting increasingly strange, and she hesitated slightly when reading them.

"Each class has only one homeroom teacher. If you see any other teachers, please do not make any noise."

"Do not disobey the disciplinary committee's orders."

"Don't steal other people's belongings, or the items will mutate."

"You can write down your thoughts on a piece of paper, and your homeroom teacher will answer them for you."

Su Mian gradually slowed down, trying to memorize the remaining content, but was interrupted by the homeroom teacher when she got to the second to last item.

"Alright, let's go back."

"Oh... okay."

Su Mian was somewhat surprised; was she really being allowed to go back like that?

Why did Shen Jiarui look so frightened when she was called to the office that day? Could it be that reciting the class rules would scare her?

As Su Mian walked out of the office, she pondered and realized that the last point she had read could be put to use.

You can write down your thoughts on a draft paper, and your homeroom teacher will answer them for you.

As for what needs to be written?

I still had no clue what to do about my sleep, when a classmate carrying a huge pile of books walked towards me.

The book obscured his face. Su Mian suddenly stopped, turned around, and called out to him.

"etc."

The classmate stopped, and Su Mian picked up the book on top. A face that was both strange and familiar instantly flashed into her mind.

It's a memory from the script: the day Chi Luoyi confessed to Zhou Ye in the tool room, and behind Zhou Ye, a boy was bleeding profusely.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

The boy didn't seem to know her, but she was very pretty and spoke very patiently.

Su Mian hesitated, wondering how to start the conversation. She couldn't very well ask directly, "Aren't you dead?"

It sounds a bit like cursing someone.

She could only probe indirectly, "Do you know Zhou Ye?"

When Zhou Ye was mentioned, the boy seemed unfazed and nodded calmly.

"Of course I know him, Zhou is my boss too."

These words only confused Su Mian even more.

Boss?

What exactly were they doing in the tool shed that day?

Just as she lowered her eyes, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide and leaned forward.

"Wait...you, you're not Zhou Ye's girlfriend, are you?!"

"I remember you. Every time the boss went to the cafeteria, he would glance at you through the back door."

Su Mian immediately made a shushing gesture, shut his mouth, and revealed a meaningful smile.

"I understand, I understand, it's a secret relationship."

"You're doomed if your homeroom teacher finds out."

People gradually returned from the cafeteria in the corridor. Su Mian knew this wasn't a good place to talk, so she took two books from his hand.

"Are you going back to the classroom? I'll get you some."

Yi Junxi's eyes lit up, and he grinned, revealing his tiger teeth. His curly hair was blown by the wind, making him look dull and simple-minded.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Sleep: ...

"You call me Chi Luoyi."

"Okay, sister-in-law."

"..."

When she reached the corner, Su Mian stopped. There weren't many people there, which was perfect for talking. She put the book on the shelf next to her, and Yi Junxi, who was in front of her, turned around to look at her.