Infinite Murder Mystery, but the DM Is So Hot

*DM: A murder-mystery game host

On the third anniversary of Tang Zhi becoming unable to walk, he receives a gift with an unfamiliar sender's name.

Inside are a letter, a name card, and a sheet of paper and pen.

He unfolds the letter. It warmly invites him to take part in a death game.

[The last person to clear the game will receive a cash reward between eight million and eighty million. Sign at the end of this letter if you agree to participate, and we'll come pick you up.]

Tang Zhi assumes it's an ad from some scammer and signs it for fun.

If they can, they can come pick him up at home. They'd better remember to push his wheelchair, too.

But the moment he signs his name, everything goes black. When he wakes up, he's already in a sealed room.

Candlelight flickers, a bonfire dances, and a variety of delicious dishes are laid out on an old-fashioned Western dining table. Somehow, a name tag has been pinned to his chest.

Seven people sit around the table, all with disbelief written in their eyes.

A white-haired man in a bespoke suit strolls down the spiral staircase, playing the violin with effortless grace. His features are refined and elegant, his androgynous beauty striking.

"Welcome to the death game. I'm Ling Yu, the DM for this round."

"The rules are simple: deduce, escape, solve the case, and, most importantly... survive."

"A friendly reminder: anyone who dies in the story will die in real life, too."

He smiles, but his eyes hold a bone-chilling cold. Setting down the violin in his hand, he reaches under the table and pulls out an electric chainsaw.

As the chainsaw roars and he laughs with wild abandon, the other six panic and flee, crying out in despair with nowhere to run.

Only Tang Zhi remains seated, staring at Ling Yu, who has stopped smiling.

Ling Yu tilts his head in confusion. "Why aren't you running?"

Tang Zhi stares straight at him.

First, I'm lame.

His eyes linger on that breathtakingly beautiful face and the broad back and narrow waist. Countless gorgeous, unhinged characters from comics flash through his mind, and he swallows.

Second, you're so damn sexy.

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Ling Yu at the beginning:

Another DM asks why Tang Zhi is always clinging to him.

Ling Yu answers coolly, "He's sick."

Later, when he sees Tang Zhi choose another DM:

"Why didn't you pick me?"

Tang Zhi: "I'm into black hair lately."

Ling Yu: "I'm about to dye mine black. Don't you want to see? You really don't?"

Black, you know, the mysterious kind. T T

A shut-in genius bottom who has spent years reading comics because of his disability

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A terrifying DM top with a stunning face and countless personas

Theme: With your heart set on the light, why fear a long road?