Chapter 104: Copy Five: 'Red Dance Shoes

All were his retouched beautiful photos and schedule; a crowd grew excited, not knowing what heaven and earth were.

But as she scrolled, a very out‑of‑place cat photo made her stop instantly.

The picture was a mosaic‑covered photo that barely hid the bloodstain, with a splayed cat in the middle.

Su Mian's mind went blank with a buzz, she clicked in, and her heart gradually sank into a valley.

【The little calico cat in Building Two died, oh my god, this is too pitiful, aren't cats said to have nine lives? Wah wah wah, poor little cat.】

【Second edit: heard it fell from the seventh floor and died; that day it rained, the cat's paw slipped.】

The comments below were all mourning the little cat.

Su Mian stood in the dormitory, staring blankly at the phone screen, unable to utter a word.

How could this happen?

How could it be that after just a moment without seeing her, Xiao Bai Ge… died?

She stared at the blurred outline behind the mosaic, as if she could see through the pixels that amber‑colored pair of eyes that always looked up at her.

Seventh floor.

It was this floor; perhaps that day Xiao Bai Ge came as usual to beg for food, but because she had entered the Infinite Flow world and was delayed, it left.

Coincidentally, it rained that day, and she slipped and fell.

She suddenly turned and pushed open the dormitory door.

Standing in the corridor looking down, from the corner looking down, it was right here that it fell.

Wet claws scraped the edge, letting out a miserable cry; Su Mian drew a low breath, not daring to think further.

She gripped the railing, tears splashed onto the tiles, her fingers brushed the tabletop, then suddenly stopped.

She felt a strange, sticky and slippery sensation.

It was not the ordinary wetness of rain.

She leaned in to smell it, her pupils constricted slightly—it was the scent of makeup remover.

The calm in the depths of her eyes shattered bit by bit, revealing the surging icy darkness beneath.

She turned back and headed straight for the dormitory building's surveillance room.

Only the usually lax attendant was cowed by her dead‑still gaze and, without many questions, pulled up that night's footage.

The corridor surveillance angle was limited and couldn't capture the full view of the windowsill.

But at that approximate time, a figure darted from the edge of the frame, seemingly holding a small vial, and quickly tipped it toward the windowsill.

The motion was swift, as if unintentionally spilling some liquid.

Immediately after, the figure hurried away, heading… toward their dormitory.

Although the pixels were blurry and the face unclear, that silhouette and gait were instantly recognized by Su Mian as her.

Tian Nuan.

The moment that name surfaced, Su Mian felt a wave of intense dizziness.

It wasn't grief that came first, but a sharp, poison‑tinged hatred that clenched her throat.

Her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, fingers curled, nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

She leaned against the cold wall, bent over, forehead pressed to it, trying to repress this disobedient body that was "betraying" her.

"Classmate! Classmate, what's wrong with you……"

"Shall I call an ambulance for you?"

The attendant was scared half to death, supporting Su Mian, at a loss, fumbling for the phone to call.

Su Mian's vision swam with dizziness; she knew she had relapsed, and severely—her bodily transformation worsened, making it hard to breathe.

The cat's death lingered in her mind, and the truth left her unable to catch her breath.

Finally her vision went black and she fainted.

Opening her eyes again, Su Mian found herself lying on a hospital bed.

A refined middle‑aged woman with unkempt, messy curls saw her wake and rushed over.

"Oh my dear, what happened to make you so upset? Tell Mom, okay?"

Su Huai Shan grabbed her, lowered his voice: "You're still rubbing salt into Mian Mian's wound!"

Qin Zheng quickly covered her mouth and stroked Su Mian's back.

"Honey, don't think about anything now, how about eating something first?"

Su Mian kept her head down, silent; suddenly she flung her eyelids open and stretched a hand toward Qin Zheng.

"Phone."

The couple exchanged a glance; Qin Zheng hesitated a moment, then handed the phone to Su Mian.

She took the phone, began editing a post on the forum, and saved that photo of the dead cat, her expression solemn.

The two by the bedside wanted to speak but held back, yet never said a word.

But as she was about to click post, Su Mian stopped.

No one would care.

In this world filled with traffic and noise, a cat's death and a hidden malice are utterly insignificant.

Will her accusation and indictment receive a response?

No, because the forum had already been crushed by a person named Zheng Zizhou.

Tian Nuan hates her, hating her to the point of having almost figured everything out.

Just thinking about it makes her almost unable to breathe again.

Qin Zheng snatched her phone, slowly patted the girl's back; Su Mian's lips turned pallid, her face ashen.

She wanted to immediately retaliate, to kill that clueless trash, but now she lay helpless on the hospital bed, like a person without hands or feet.

Mom's voice grew fainter and fainter, getting softer and softer, farther and farther away; Su Mian thought she was about to faint again, but then she heard the system's prompt tone.

She inexplicably felt a wave of relief.

Also good.

She didn't know how to deal with it for now, so let her temporarily get away.

【Welcome back to Infinite Script Murder, congratulations on upgrading from Junior Detective to Intermediate Detective, gaining permission: view the DM data for each game.】

【Instance Name: 《Red Dance Shoes》】

【You have amnesia, aside from knowing your name is Elizabeth, that you are the king's daughter, a princess of the fairy-tale world, you know nothing else.】

Su Mian slowly typed a question mark.

To be honest, she hates getting this kind of script in Script Murder Game; the first half is no different from just wandering around the whole map.

【Just at yesterday's ball, the king died.】

【Please find the true culprit and survive until the game ends.】

Then there was nothing more; the instance gave no information, and there was no strong memory rushing into Su Mian's mind as before.

She opened her eyes and found herself in a palace, sitting at one side of a long table.

She wore an elaborate, heavy white dress; the off-shoulder Paopao sleeve outlined her rounded shoulders and slender neck.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels her toes are curled up inside her high heels.

The players at the long table stared blankly at each other; a man with a center-parted wavy hair wearing a vest had a pistol placed on the table before him, and a pregnant woman in an apron sitting nearby moved away fearfully.

【Ah…】

"Why aren't you caring about me this time?"

Su Mian heard 4399 sighing, feeling somewhat surprised; it was rare to see it so low-spirited.

【Mian Mian, after finally unlocking the permission, it turns out this game's DM isn't the Si hour, ah…】

【I suddenly feel a bit unaccustomed, wuwuwu, Mian Mian, I really miss him.】

……What emotion is this.

Su Mian froze; upon hearing its words, she indeed felt surprised.

Yeah, she was almost used to that person's presence.