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Barr's tone was full of schadenfreude.

"Kid, should we remind them? Otherwise, this show will go on forever."

Baal didn't believe Chen Guan hadn't expected that answer.

Chen Guan calmly replied in his heart, "No rush."

He wanted to see if Liu Feiyu himself could come up with the most unlikely answer.

Just then, Liu Feiyu spoke again.

"There's one more."

He managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"There's one more... but that's impossible, he's already dead."

An Changqing keenly noticed his loss of composure and knew that he had also thought of that overlooked name.

"Liu Feiyu, who did you think of?"

Liu Feiyu raised his head, his gaze sweeping unfocused over everyone present, as if seeking some kind of denial.

"My second brother."

He managed to utter those words with difficulty.

"Liu Xiao".

"His special ability is also ice."

"Because of this, although my father didn't say it, he always felt that he wasn't strong enough, which is why he preferred my eldest brother's flames."

Hongyuan couldn't help but interject: "But isn't he already dead? The video shows the scene of him being killed. Even if the murderer is fake, the body is still real, right?"

Yes, he's dead.

Liu Feiyu nodded vigorously, repeating it over and over, trying to convince himself of this fact.

"I saw the body pulled from the bottom of the lake with my own eyes. It's him, there's no mistake."

"How could a dead person kill someone? That's absurd."

An Changqing's brows furrowed into a knot as he looked at Liu Feiyu and then at the computer screen that had gone black.

The whole thing has fallen into a paradox.

The mysterious man's analysis pointed to Bing. Although he didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, he knew that person must be incredibly powerful and on Liu Feiyu's side.

The prime suspect is already dead.

The evidence proving his death was later confirmed by the mysterious person to be forged.

The logic here has created a vicious cycle, trapping everyone's thoughts.

At this moment, Chen Guan, who had been silent all along, raised his head.

He walked slowly to Liu Feiyu and looked at him.

"The video is fake."

Chen Guan finally spoke, and every word he uttered was clearly heard by everyone.

Liu Feiyu nodded in response: "Yes."

"Then why do you assume that the person killed in the video must really be Liu Xiao?"

Chen Guan asked a question that everyone had overlooked.

Liu Feiyu swayed and froze completely in place.

"Since someone was able to fabricate a murder video to frame your older brother."

Chen Guan's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling back on Liu Feiyu, and he asked, word by word.

"Why can't we fake a corpse to prove Liu Xiao's death?"

……

In a safe house in Shanghai, where no one knows about it, soft lighting illuminates the luxurious decor.

A huge LCD screen on the wall was displaying live footage of the chaos inside the Liu family manor.

A man who should have been dead was leisurely swirling the scarlet liquid in his wine glass.

He looked at Ryu Seung-kyun's face on the screen, contorted with anger, and laughed.

He is the real Liu Xiao.

"Father, you're so easy to fool."

Liu Xiao spoke softly, reporting everything to the being in his mind.

"He really thought I was easygoing and didn't guard up against me at all."

He turned around and looked at the woman standing quietly behind him. It was Su Qing, who was supposed to have escaped when he assassinated Liu Tiancheng.

At this moment, her expression was blank, her eyes were empty, and she showed no signs of being alive.

Liu Xiao walked up to her, his gaze sweeping across her face as if examining a handy tool.

"Look, how perfect is the first step of the plan?"

He looked at Su Qing as if he were reviewing a brilliant game of chess.

"She was sent to assassinate someone, but she couldn't succeed; it was just to create enough panic to draw everyone's attention."

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, and continued speaking.

"Then, my frightened son will be able to enter the study he trusts most."

A mocking expression appeared on his face.

"Until the moment he died, he probably never imagined that the one who would close the door to the secret room for him would be his most unguarded son."

"As for the body at the bottom of the lake?"

Liu Xiao smiled.

"A fake created with demonic power, just a little prop to create family conflicts between my dear eldest brother and third brother."

He paused, then looked back at the screen, landing on An Changqing's calm and analytical face.

"Even their arrival was suggested to my father by me."

"It's very simple. As an alumnus, I am familiar with An Changqing's personality and understand Long Ao's abilities. I know they will definitely get to the bottom of this."

Liu Xiao's voice turned cold.

"And all the clues they find will perfectly point to the scapegoat I prepared long ago, the fake Liu Xiao played by Qianmian."

Everything should have been within his calculations.

Everyone else is just a pawn on his chessboard.

"The eldest brother's greed, the third brother's pretense, and our father..."

The smile vanished from his eyes, leaving only disgust.

"This family, which is rotten to the core, should have been burned to the ground long ago."

He wasn't after the Liu family's wealth, nor was he after that laughable position of heir.

"If I don't kill everyone, I'll die sooner or later."

The delirium of Astaroth in his mind had disappeared, but he continued to mutter to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

Liu Xiao raised his right hand, and on his fair palm, a frost mark radiating coldness slowly appeared, shimmering slightly as if it were alive.

"The power of the demon god is not just for killing people."

He is the true contractor of that demon god.

Su Qing and Qianmian were merely pawns whose minds were manipulated by his demonic power, tools that could be discarded at any time.

His gaze moved again, finally settling on the silent figure in the corner of the screen.

For the first time, Liu Xiao's brows furrowed.

"The plan is perfect, almost flawless."

"But Chen's coffin..."

There was a hint of irritation in his voice.

"It's a variable."

"He can actually peek into the memories of a thousand faces. The version of him I remember didn't have this troublesome ability."

This unexpected event disrupted the rhythm of his perfect script.

Liu Xiao's fingertips traced across the cold screen, stopping at Chen Guan's excessively calm face.

"Look, Su Qing."

He spoke softly, sharing an interesting discovery with the woman standing blankly beside him.

"Everyone got into character, my dear elder brother, my poor third brother, and An Changqing."

"They were angry, they were suspicious, they were fearful, and everyone was giving their best performance according to the script I had written."

"Except for him."

Liu Xiao's gaze never left the figure in the corner of the screen.

He didn't like this feeling.

Each person's reaction should have been rehearsed a thousand times in the sandbox of their mind.