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Heartbeat Murder Mystery
墨書 Inktalez
My first encounter with the Xu Jiachen was during a script games session. It was a randomly assembled group. I had bad luck and drew the role of the murderer. Since it was my first time playing, I was particularly invested in the game.
Soon, we reached the one-on-one private chat phase. Because of my role as the murderer, I was sent to a small dark room. I sat alone in the dimly lit, cramped space, eerie background music swirling around me. The little colored lights in front of me flickered, dazzling my eyes. I hugged my knees, feeling a bit scared. I had heard that playing script games could lead to encounters with all sorts of strange people, and I wondered what kind of opponent I would face.
As I shrank back, glancing around nervously, the door creaked open. A tall figure loomed over me. The room was so small that before I could react, he was already standing right in front of me, nearly bumping his nose against my chest. He was so close that a faint, pleasant scent wafted over.
I couldn't help but look up at him. He wore a dark gray hoodie, and the little tail on the hood looked fluffy like a squirrel's tail. His skin was fair, his nose straight and prominent, and his deep-set eyes were clean and striking. He was also examining me.
He crouched down to meet my gaze. In his pitch-black eyes, I could see my own reflection. Leaning closer to my ear, he whispered in a breathy voice, "You're the murderer, aren't you?"
His warm breath brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced suddenly. I couldn't help but lean back.
But behind me was a wall, with no way to retreat.
I looked at him warily and asked, "What do you want?"
He chuckled softly and reached up to ruffle the tuft of hair on my head.
"Don't worry, I'm not a cop; I mean no harm."
"I will protect you."
His words inexplicably calmed my heart.
In the subsequent game, he indeed kept his promise.
Even though he knew I was the culprit, he not only didn't expose me but also cleverly diverted attention when other players began to suspect me.
I managed to get through without being caught.
I couldn't help but steal glances at him.
He was tall, at least over six feet.
Even in a hooded sweatshirt, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were evident; his proportions were excellent.
He was also good-looking, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, tall and handsome.
He fit my aesthetic perfectly.
However, after the game ended, I was still exposed as the True Culprit by the other players.
He winked at me and asked, "Why did you self-destruct?"
"Even if they suspect you, I would still protect you."
I replied lightly, "Thanks, but it's not necessary."
He showed a hurt expression and asked, "Do you dislike me?"
My gaze dropped to his shoes.
The white shoe upper with black laces.
It was the most classic style.
But I knew very well that these were fake Air Jordans.
I smiled politely and said, "We're not close enough for that kind of dislike."
"Besides, you're not really protecting me."
After finishing the game, I hurried back home.
Once I sorted out my work affairs, I let out a sigh of relief.
Tomorrow is the weekend, and I can finally rest. My life has always been like this: working hard and pouring most of my energy into my job, leaving just a little time for myself. I used to have many hobbies—pottery, photography, skiing, script games... Each one required a lot of money and even more time to master. I haven't had much time to think about love. I have always prided myself on my self-discipline and independence. I can avoid the trap of love.
As I lie in bed, trying to plan tomorrow's schedule, my thoughts drift back to the script game from earlier today. They drift toward the man from the Xu Jiachen. He has a pleasant scent—a unique woody fragrance. Tomorrow, I'll ask a friend who knows about perfumes what it might be.
Lost in thought, my heart suddenly skips a beat. I clutch my chest. Have I been so tired lately that my heart is acting up? Just then, the owner of the script games sends me a message: "There's a new script next week; would you like to join?" I open my notes and see I'm free next weekend, so I quickly reply: "Yes." The owner responds almost immediately: "Great! I'll save you a spot."
"By the way, that handsome guy from last time will be there too." Reading this message makes my heart race even faster.
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