Chapter 182: Day of the Wedding

Before he could finish speaking, the girl blocked his mouth first. Their breathing intertwined. The moment their lips touched, it was soft and fiery.

Beside her ear was the vibration of a heartbeat. The temperature reached the bottom of her heart through her nerves, their tongue tips lingering.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, but tasted a salty flavor, and could only stick closer, kissing until she couldn't breathe but still wouldn't separate.

The man held her tightly in his arms, as if to knead her into his own body.

When they separated, their foreheads were pressed together, both panting, their nose tips still touching. His hand stroked her long hair one stroke after another.

The heat of that kiss was like a sudden storm, sweeping away all unease and hesitation, leaving behind this calm and fertile harbor at this moment.

On the day of the wedding, the front of the Mao family residence was exceptionally lively, the music deafening, and red silk ribbons were laid from the door all the way to the rice fields.

The Mao family elder wore a brand-new silk horse jacket, standing on the stone steps to bow to the guests, but if you looked closely, that smile didn't reach his eyes.

The three-story building was covered with bright red "Double Happiness" symbols, including several cut by the players, and even the "Zhe" character cut by Su Mian.

More than a dozen large round tables and red plastic chairs were packed full. Firecrackers sounded in the fields, a scene of liveliness and celebration.

"Welcome the bride! Welcome the bride!"

"Dear guests, fellow villagers, today we gather on this great day..."

The wedding seemed to have skipped many steps, and it also seemed to be to cater to the voting stage, deliberately omitting some unnecessary troublesome plots.

The players stood at the door of the main residence. The phoenix crown and coronet wedding dress hung not far away, dignified and atmospheric, showing oriental charm, but it had become an extremely glaring existence.

For them, whoever was the bride represented who was the murderer, but no one was sure yet, and everyone was still fiercely discussing.

Tiffany hurriedly took this opportunity to say her discovery from yesterday.

"Those herbs weren't honeysuckle at all, but angel's trumpet. The murderer was poisoned to death, not drowned in water."

Sun Er's eyes widened. "So... actually, the murderer also has an alibi?"

Tiffany nodded. "That's right."

Sun Er: "Then actually everyone is a suspect."

"You forgot the paper-cutting." Tiffany shook her head, her tone sinking. "There were paper-cuts in the murderer's room, which means the bride must know how to cut 'Double Happiness' symbols. Except for Li Meili and Qiao Fugui, the three of us all know how to cut window flowers."

Qiao Yinuo was shocked. Her window flower, wasn't it passed because she followed Su Mian's way of cutting? But later, why did Su Mian cut it wrong... could it be...

"Qiao Fugui?"

Tiffany reached out and waved in front of Qiao Yinuo. Qiao Yinuo came back to her senses abruptly.

"What's wrong."

"Who did you watch cut the 'Double Happiness' symbol?"

Everyone looked at her. In an instant, Qiao Yinuo broke out in cold sweat. She swallowed, her heartbeat like a drum.

After a long silence, just when everyone was wondering if she hadn't heard, she spoke.

"I... I watched the twins cut it. Li Meili and I both don't know how."

"Oh, I see. Then the murderer is among the three of us."

Tiffany didn't doubt it, and turned to analyze again. Currently, Sun Er's suspicion was the heaviest.

Because that blood handprint matched her.

But Sun Er knew she wasn't the murderer. She lowered her head, her brows tightly locked.

"Groom! Groom!"

The guests over there started cheering again. They saw that person with a tall figure, wearing a ceremonial crown, decorated with red tassels.

The momentum was dangerous and noble, not like an ordinary groom. A Si curled his lips, his bone structure superior, his smile soul-stirring.

Then he stared at the players' side.

"The mountain is deep and the road is narrow to welcome the bride, the gongs and drums sound to change the skin, those who are carried into the door all wear red."

"Those who stay in the village are the real brides."

The voice was lazy and long. The players felt cold listening to it. Qiao Yinuo's eyes widened.

"Didn't Meng Yaya say he looked ordinary?"

Tiffany shook her head, looking left and right, finally noticing something wrong. "Where's the Ragdoll Cat?"

Once this was said, the few suddenly realized. "That's right, where's Li Meili?"

"Please players step forward to vote."

"Bride... bride..."

The DM and the guests spoke at the same time. The group at the large round table stared at the players until they felt creepy, and the tall head was urging again. Qiao Yinuo couldn't sit still and stood up, wanting to vote.

Although she didn't know why Su Mian wanted to do that, she would absolutely not vote for Su Mian.

Doing this wasn't very moral, but she herself didn't have much moral bottom line and was selfish. Her choice at this moment carried instinctive protection.

Saying this, she was about to walk to the emcee's stand. There were several red envelopes on it. Putting money into whose red envelope meant voting for whom. She decided to vote for Sun Er, so she walked toward that place.

"Wait."

That voice came from a familiar person. Everyone looked up. It was Su Mian. She was wearing a Chinese-style wedding dress, with dark red and gold thread phoenix patterns embroidered on it.

The phoenix crown on her head was inlaid with cinnabar-colored gems, flashing with colored glaze light as it swayed slightly, making her face appear even whiter and more exquisite.

Her eyebrows and eyes were clear and beautiful, her lips the color of cherry blossoms just blooming, her expression calm and composed, noble and elegant.

The whole figure was like a woman walking out of an ancient painting, elegant, solemn, yet carrying the vitality of life, like the most beautiful imagery between heaven and earth, silent yet enough to make people hold their breath.

Clearly so beautiful, yet so out of place.

Why wear a wedding dress at this time?

Su Mian didn't care about the players' strange looks. She lifted her skirt and walked down the steps, standing on the red carpet, meeting the gaze that fell on her and couldn't be moved away at all.

The wind blew up the girl's crown, and the bead curtain swayed with the wind.

Her expression was indifferent, and the words she said shocked the audience.

"I am the bride."

In an instant, the players over there all stood up. Qiao Yinuo's pupils constricted, stunned there like a soul lost. Tiffany looked up in confusion, but seeing Qiao Yinuo's strange expression, she realized Su Mian wasn't just saying it casually.

But... this was too sudden, and why did she suddenly say this sentence.

All eyes were gathered on her, but the person herself didn't show a hint of panic.

"I expose myself, I am the murderer."

"Li Meili!!!"

Qiao Yinuo rushed up and shouted frantically. "What are you doing?"

She had guessed she was the murderer and was prepared to vote for someone else, but she didn't expect Su Mian to suddenly expose herself. She even wanted to rush up to see if Su Mian had been possessed, but was immediately pulled back by Tiffany.

"Why are you pulling me?"

Tiffany shook her head. "Her state isn't right."

Qiao Yinuo looked over and found Su Mian was very tense, but the corners of her lips were hooked with a shallow smile. Following her gaze, Qiao Yinuo found she was staring at Mao Rongjun, and only him in her eyes.

Their gazes met, but he had already seen through the girl's intention. His eyes flowed, and he frowned tightly.

The air was silent for a second, and the guests immediately cheered.

"Welcome the bride! Welcome the bride!" ===== CHAPTER 183 =====