"This person is done for, already dead."

Ling Zhenfei's words caused an uproar among everyone.

"What do you mean dead."

"There's been a murder, this is too much of a coincidence."

"Oh my god, a dead person, it's too terrifying."

A group of journalists was taking photos and discussing, all feeling that this matter was somewhat bizarre, it was simply too coincidental.

At this moment, the police were also searching this person to see if they could find any useful clues.

The police were searching the person, and Ling Zhenfei was watching closely. Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat; he recognized that this person was Xu Liang.

The same Xu Liang who blocked him at the airport entrance and then disappeared.

Now, Xu Liang was dead, and it was strange that he died here. Xu Liang couldn't have died here for no reason, so it's most likely a scheme against Ling Zhenfei.

This means that it could very well be a plan by Master Nangong, with the missing Xu Liang dead near Ling Zhenfei's room, intending to frame Ling Zhenfei.

At this moment, the police found a recording device on Xu Liang, attracting everyone's attention, as it was still recording.

This means it was still functioning, and the things recorded inside might have captured the conversation between him and the murderer.

In front of the journalists, the police played the recording, and a man's voice came out.

"Believe it or not, I can twist your head off and use it for soccer. Even if you disappear, no one will know you ever existed in this world."

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei was stunned, because it was his voice. His heart filled with shock; how could it be his voice?

When had he ever said such things? He had clearly not seen Xu Liang earlier.

Moreover, many people recognized it as Ling Zhenfei's voice, so several journalists began to look towards him but continued to listen without speaking.

"Ling Zhenfei, what are you trying to do?" This voice should be Xu Liang's. After these words ended, the sounds of a fight and doors being slammed could be heard.

The sounds of the fight, Ling Zhenfei realized, were from when he fought with the number two earlier.

"You don't want that woman's life, is that it?"

After this sentence, there was no more sound. After a long wait, someone shouted: "There's a person here."

"Is this person dead?"

"Hurry and call 120."

"Why call 120, isn't Divine Doctor Ling here, hurry get Divine Doctor Ling."

These were the previously recorded voices, meaning the recording continued until everyone had arrived.

After listening, the police turned off the recording and looked at Ling Zhenfei; there was no need to say anything further as it mentioned his name.

Ling Zhenfei was utterly confused.

Ling Zhenfei was fuming; Nangong Changhe really knew how to frame someone flawlessly.

Ling Zhenfei vaguely remembered that Nangong Changhe had called him before. During the call, he had said some words in anger, including something like threatening to twist his head off for soccer.

He also mentioned making someone disappear, and if they disappeared, no one would know they ever existed—the very first sentence in the recording.

After hearing it, Nangong Changhe laughed heartily. At that time, Ling Zhenfei didn't know why he was laughing, but now he realized it was because he had given Nangong Changhe just what he needed.

This sentence could easily ruin him.

Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and figured out the sequence of events.

First, Ji Kang attracted Ling Zhenfei, pulling him away from the eyes of reporters.

Initially, on the top floor, using the skill of Plucking Leaves and Flying Flowers, a waiter spilled a drink onto He Lingxiu, causing her to return to her room to change.

When He Lingxiu went back to her room, they deliberately made Ling Zhenfei aware of their presence. Ling Zhenfei, thinking their target was He Lingxiu, hurriedly left the terrace.

Once off the terrace, those journalists couldn't testify that Ling Zhenfei wasn't at the scene. That's when Master Nangong placed the pre-recorded recording device on the number two, who then ambushed Ling Zhenfei.

The recording device started, capturing the sounds of the fight.

Number two escaped using smoke, but Ling Zhenfei, worried about He Lingxiu's safety, didn't pursue him.

Number two reached the stairwell, killed Xu Liang hidden there beforehand, and placed the recording device on Xu Liang's body, completing the plan.

What a strategic play, borrowing a knife to kill. Nangong Changhe indeed was a menace, causing problems every day he remained in the world.

Such meticulous planning, only Ling Zhenfei as the person involved could deduce things this way. Anyone else would likely be clueless.

"Mr. Ling, we believe this person's death has a significant connection to you, please come with us." The police approached Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei knew there was no clear way to explain himself now.

"The sound from that recording device must have been edited, this is a clear frame-up."

The police said, "I don't know if it's a frame-up, but we will investigate. For now, we need to restrict you due to the significant suspicion. So please come with us."

The journalists aimed their cameras like long and short guns at Ling Zhenfei; he realized he was in deep trouble, possibly getting played to the end.

Nangong Changhe had the nickname of Master Strategist, someone Ling Zhenfei had never admired, but now he couldn't help but acknowledge his skill.

All the journalists were almost ecstatic, what a huge piece of news, when would they ever get such an opportunity, and right on the scene?

For the moment, Ling Zhenfei didn't know what to do. According to his thoughts, being taken by the police would make it difficult to get out later.

If he were arrested, who could prove his innocence? But if he didn't go with them, he would be considered a fugitive in front of so many journalists, making things worse.

As Ling Zhenfei hesitated, He Lingxiu walked out from the room.

"Brother Afei, what happened?"

Ling Zhenfei thought of He Lingxiu; if he ran now, what would happen to her? She would surely be implicated. Better to go with the police.

Ling Zhenfei said to He Lingxiu, "I've been set up by Nangong Changhe, probably going in for a few days. Quickly find Chen Qian, get him to Tangcheng, and find a way to prove my innocence."

"Okay, Brother Afei," He Lingxiu's eyes were filled with tears.

Ling Zhenfei gave a slight smile and said, "Don't cry. If it's real, it's real; if it's false, no one can frame me."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei was handcuffed by the police and taken away, while the journalists' cameras continued to click and flash.

Ling Zhenfei felt deflated, his spirit utterly crushed; the fact that he was being arrested, hands in cuffs, was the lowest point for him.

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