Chapter 44: Framing

Wang Yuxuan nodded. "Just a suspect."

The door creaked open, and everyone's gaze looked towards the door. Su Mian was wearing thin pajamas, her collarbones faintly visible, her familiar side braid, her expression melancholy, her small face pale.

"Sorry, I wasn't feeling well, I came a bit late."

Chen Mo followed her words. "It's okay, come and sit."

Su Mian walked to Su Tang's side, leaned over, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Su Tang, your door wasn't closed tightly."

Then she silently slipped the key into her bag.

"Ah, maybe I was sleepy."

Su Tang was stunned for a second, but didn't suspect anything, smiling apologetically at Su Mian.

"From the current point of view, Wang Zeyu and Zhou Ruochuan are the most suspicious."

Chen Mo called Su Mian to sit down and continued, "All three of you were on the 21st floor at the time of the incident, but the time for both of you is blank. Only Su Tang was at the front desk and has an alibi."

Her eyes flickered. Chen Mo certainly knew that Su Tang might be lying, but only by explaining it this way could she relax her vigilance and not do anything that endangered people's lives again.

She shifted her gaze to Su Mian, the girl who was trying hard to pretend to be sick, and couldn't help but sigh.

How could there be such a big difference between people? Some people could calmly accept that they were suspects, while others harmed their partners because of it.

After the discussion ended, Su Mian lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

Voting was tomorrow. Judging from the behavioral motivation, she could basically confirm that Su Tang was the murderer, even if there wasn't enough evidence.

If it were in the past, Su Mian would never point out the murderer without sufficient evidence.

But the sudden monster outbreak yesterday caught everyone off guard, shortening all players' evidence-gathering time.

Su Tang said she was Yang Qi's girlfriend, which by definition meant she was also Yang Xuan's girlfriend. What was her motive for killing?

Su Mian couldn't figure it out no matter how she thought about it, so she simply got up and let Qiu Du Zi escort her to the dissection room.

The monsters at night didn't stop, hissing at Su Mian, but having seen Qiu Du Zi's strength, they didn't dare to act rashly.

She pushed the door and entered, nimbly putting on the protective suit, mask, and rubber gloves.

Zhou Ruochuan had said that Yang Xuan walked into this dissection room voluntarily.

But why did he want to bring his girlfriend here?

Her fingertips brushed lightly over the cold operating table, and she seemed to see a young girl lying quietly on it.

A thought suddenly popped out: Could it be... he wanted to dissect her?

Su Mian shook her head; it was too absurd.

She suddenly remembered the heart in the corner.

It was still beating, fresh and strange, so what was it used for?

She had been squatting for too long, and her vision went black when she stood up.

She stumbled back two steps, accidentally hitting the table behind her, and not knowing what she triggered, the projector in the distance lit up suddenly.

A diagram of the human body was projected on the screen.

The black background made the greenish bones look particularly eerie. The equipment seemed to have some malfunctions, and the picture shook slightly, as if those skeletons were moving quietly.

Su Mian leaned in to look closely and found that the left side of the chest was circled with a red pen.

The position of the heart... right?

She frowned, then shook her head again.

Not right, the heart was clearly on the right side.

Su Mian suddenly looked up, and a thought pierced through her mind like lightning:

Personality split.

Yang Xuan had personality split.

A bold speculation gradually took shape: Yang Xuan wanted to implant a second heart into Su Tang's body.

Why? Because one person wasn't enough for two people to share. If she continued to think down...

Su Mian felt a chill all over her body and rubbed her arms involuntarily.

After implanting the heart? Were they planning to split Su Tang in half from the middle?

Half for Yang Xuan, half for Yang Qi.

In this way, they would each have a "complete" girlfriend.

Su Tang knew her boyfriend had such an idea, rose up to resist, gave him a knife, and dragged the unconscious Yang Shuo, who had lost too much blood, to the rooftop, creating the illusion of suicide by jumping off the building.

And in the process of dragging, Yang Shuo's head accidentally hit a flower pot, causing him to wake up. He secretly took out Su Tang's phone and wanted to call for help, but was discovered by her and thrown into a distant flower pot.

That phone... where was it now?

She returned to the dormitory floor, stood at Su Tang's door, and tried to call that strange number, and it actually got through.

She was holding a "try it and see" mentality; after all, the phone had been off for the past few days.

As expected, there was no sound inside. Su Mian was disappointed for a moment and planned to return to the dormitory first, but her back was suddenly grabbed. Su Mian was stunned, put down the phone, and turned back slowly.

The girl looked at her with a smile, her face turned pale by the moonlight, appearing somewhat strange.

"Qingci, what are you doing at my door?"

Su Mian shifted her gaze silently. "Sleepwalking."

"Oh..."

Su Tang didn't know if she believed it or not, maintaining her usual smile, and stepped forward to open the door. Su Mian put away her phone and walked back, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The wind blew from Su Mian's ear, her footsteps twisted, and Su Tang pounced on empty air.

When she turned back, that person was holding a knife, and her face had darkened.

"Don't think I don't know you entered my dormitory."

Su Mian lowered her eyes and didn't speak.

She was wearing a thin hospital gown, her collar blown open by the wind, revealing a section of pale blue collarbones, appearing fragile and innocent.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Su Tang frowned. She pressed fiercely towards Su Mian, the knife against Su Mian's neck.

"I really don't understand, how did a sick person like you, who pants after walking two steps, live until now."

But it didn't matter. As long as she killed her, no one would vote for her.

Thinking this, Su Tang turned her wrist, holding the knife and stabbing fiercely at Su Mian, but it was bounced off at the last centimeter, the blade colliding with the ground and making a harsh sound.

Su Mian took the opportunity to kick her away and climbed up from the ground.

Su Tang gritted her teeth, crawled over, and picked up the knife.

When she turned back, she didn't dare to get up, nor did she dare to move forward.

She looked at Su Mian's back in horror, the killing intent piercing her body, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The DM was too tall, so tall that he could shroud the girl in darkness, the faint light outlining his clear jawline.

He stood in the shadows, like a silent and dangerous believer, making it impossible to tell whether he was protecting a god or prey.

"You cannot kill her."

Wen Cisheng's hand stroked the girl's jaw, playing with it, and leaned in slowly. He tilted his head, seemingly laughing.

"Because the little cat's life is in my hands. Ants, you don't have that right yet."

Su Tang's lips were white. She couldn't believe this fact. How could a player mix with a DM, and why would the DM listen to her?

Why? Why?!!

Su Mian stepped forward slowly, looking at Su Tang, whose hatred and fear were intertwined, her expression indifferent. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====

Why? Why?!

Su Mian slowly stepped forward, looking at Su Tang, whose eyes were a tangle of hatred and fear, with a calm expression.