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Moonlight spills down, and the evening breeze gently caresses every street of the violin city.

Amber stood in the void, her hair flying wildly. She held her breath, listening intently, trying to pinpoint the exact source of the mournful flute melody carried on the wind.

It wasn't just her.

At this very moment, throughout the entire violin city, countless people are doing the same thing—searching for the owner of the flute's sound.

Chaos erupted in the streets, and everyone in the city was captivated by the sudden sound of the flute.

Some people had just crawled out of bed and, without even having time to put on their clothes, ran barefoot and wearing only a thin shirt into the street.

Someone was driving on the road when, without saying a word, they stepped on the gas pedal, and the vehicle roared off at high speed.

Everyone had the same idea.

The sound of the flute was so unique and so moving, carrying an indescribable loneliness and sorrow.

No one wants to miss it, and no one dares to delay it.

Everyone was afraid that if they were even a second slower, the flute music that resounded throughout the city would vanish into thin air and never be heard again.

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On the busy main road, a bright red sports car stands out.

It completely disregarded traffic rules, running red lights and overtaking other vehicles, rampaging through traffic and leaving all the vehicles behind it far ahead.

The driver's name was Tang Wei.

Just minutes before, he was enjoying a relaxing massage at a top-tier club.

Technician No. 88's technique was excellent, with gentle pressure. He was enjoying the relaxation all over his body and was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

At that very moment, a mournful, lonely flute melody pierced through the wall and entered his ears.

Two minutes later, his phone rang.

The caller was William.

Upon seeing this name, Tang Wei's heart skipped a beat, and all the comfort and ease he had just felt vanished instantly.

He answered the phone, and William's cold, unyielding command came through the receiver.

"Immediately, as quickly as possible, find out who the flute player is and where they are."

A simple sentence, no discussion, no politeness, just a pure command.

Tang Wei was already seething with anger after being publicly humiliated by Amber in the palace.

William's current inhumanity only adds fuel to the fire.

He is a person of importance, and usually others fawn over him and give him preferential treatment. When has he ever been so readily available and ordered around like this?

He wanted to curse on the spot and refuse outright.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

no way.

William's status, background, and strength far surpassed his.

He can't afford to offend this kind of person, nor does he dare to.

In the end, Tang Wei could only suppress his resentment and grit his teeth to utter two words: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Wei, with nowhere to vent his anger, took it all out on the technician.

He sprang up suddenly, kicked away the technician No. 88 who was still on duty with his tail, grabbed his clothes, and turned to leave.

Checkout? No way.

He's currently very agitated and just wants to get things done; nobody wants to get in his way.

He got into the sports car, closed the door, and instantly the only thing left in the car was his extremely gloomy face.

He sped along, forcibly overtaking any car that was even slightly slower.

Once, I was overtaking too quickly, and the two cars were so close that we almost crashed into each other.

The driver of the car behind was terrified and rolled down his window, cursing furiously.

"You bastard!"

But the sports car was going too fast, and the wind filled the cabin, so none of the curses could get in.

Tang Wei couldn't hear him at all, nor did he care.

Recalling the conversation in my mind.

He had been with William for many years and knew the man's character all too well.

William is arrogant, conceited, and extremely stubborn; he never causes trouble for no reason.

The purpose of suddenly ordering him to conduct a city-wide manhunt for a stranger playing the flute is all too obvious.

The highly anticipated Music God Grand Ceremony Competition is about to begin, where all the young musical talents will gather.

William was exceptionally talented and extremely ambitious, believing himself to be invincible.

In his eyes, the only one who could rival him in this competition was Doria.

As for the others, including the formidable Amber, he never took them seriously.

But that flute melody had completely disrupted his composure.

William must have sensed a threat, which is why he was in a hurry to find the flutist and find out his background.

Even... to eliminate potential risks directly.

As Tang Wei drove, he secretly pondered to himself.

Just then, the phone rang again; it was William again.

Tang Wei completely lost his composure and couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath:

"Stop nagging! It's endless! You're crazy!"

Despite the insults, he dared not refuse.

As soon as the call connected, William's cold, impatient voice came through: "Why did it take you so long to answer?"

"I'm driving, and there are a lot of cars on the road," Tang Wei replied, suppressing his temper.

A cold snort came from the receiver.

The next second, William said something that sent chills down Tang Wei's spine.

"Find the flute player, don't hold back, just kill him."

"What?!"

Tang Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was completely stunned.

In the city of violins, he was extremely arrogant because of his noble status. He allowed his underlings to collect protection money, forcibly abduct women, and never paid for meals or massages. He did a lot of bad things.

But he was ultimately just a spoiled brat who had never been involved in murder cases, let alone thought of killing a complete stranger.

He was killed simply for playing the flute?

This method is far too ruthless.

Because of this momentary lapse in concentration, Tang Wei lost focus.

A large truck was driving against traffic and came hurtling towards us!

The blinding light hit me, so close it was frightening.

Tang Wei's scalp tingled, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

He had lived for over twenty years, and this moment was the closest he had ever come to death.

He desperately steadied the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding the large truck.

Having survived the ordeal, fear instantly transformed into rage.

He stuck his head out of the car window and yelled at the departing truck, "Can't you drive? Do you know you're going the wrong way? You idiot!"

The wind was too strong, and all his angry curses were blown away, so the truck driver couldn't hear them at all.

But William on the other end of the phone heard it all clearly.

A chilling voice rang out instantly: "Tang Wei, you dare to insult me? Are you tired of living?"

Tang Wei froze instantly, a chill running down his spine. He hurriedly explained, "Brother Wei, I didn't! I was just yelling at the driver of the truck going the wrong way; he almost killed me! I really wasn't yelling at you!"

"That would be best."

William continued giving his orders in a cold, emotionless tone:

"Remember my words. After you kill him, bring the body back. I want to see it with my own eyes."

At this moment, in the piano city, inside the music room of a top-tier luxury manor.

William sat upright at the piano, his face handsome, his demeanor cool and aloof, looking elegant and sophisticated.

No one else knew that he had just decided to kill someone.

He was practicing the piano attentively, in excellent condition, immersed in his own musical world.

Then, the sudden flute melody rang out out of nowhere, forcibly intruding into his ears and disrupting all his rhythm.

From William's professional perspective, the flute playing was completely devoid of skill and technique, riddled with flaws.

To put it bluntly, it's extremely unprofessional.

But that's where the weirdness lies.

The flute playing, though lacking in technique, conveyed profound emotion.

Desolate, lonely, forlorn, and sorrowful.

It penetrated straight into the depths of his soul, forcefully evoking a resonance within him.

Even William, who was always proud, arrogant, and had a heart as firm as a rock, was moved by the sound of the flute, and an endless loneliness welled up in his heart.

A sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed him.

He was absolutely certain that he would win the championship at this music gala.

Doria is her only rival; everyone else is insignificant.

But the appearance of this mysterious flutist completely shattered his understanding.

An unknown enemy, whose identity and strength are unknown, yet who can shake his mind with just a flute melody, is terrifying.

William would never allow anyone to overshadow him on the stage of the competition.

Anyone who stands in his way must die.

He spoke into the phone, his voice cold and resolute, uttering his final, harsh words:

"Tang Wei, tonight, either bring his body back, or you leave your body behind."

"I must see one of them."

Tang Wei's throat tightened, and he could only reply in a low voice, "...Yes."

The phone hangs up.

William closed his eyes, suppressing all the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

A moment later, his fingertips lightly touched the piano keys.

The gentle and soothing piano music flowed slowly, warm, clean, and flawless.

……

Mermaid Palace.

A magnificent and splendid palace stands in the center of the City of Sound, serene and sacred.

On the highest terrace, a blue-clad girl stood quietly.

She gazed in the direction of the violin city, listening intently to the flute melody that seemed to travel across a great distance.

The flute's mournful yet gentle melody softly plucked at the strings of her pure and tender heart.

Doria is simple-minded and kind-hearted, without a trace of scheming or treachery.

She simply thought the flute music was beautiful, moving, and evoked pity.

She didn't think much about fighting, nor did she have any intention of investigating, scrambling, or harming anyone; she simply admired the scene quietly.

Just as she was listening intently, a familiar female voice suddenly rang in her mind.

It is her older sister, who has been sleeping for a long time and resides in her body.

Doria immediately snapped out of her daze and whispered, "Sister, you're awake?"

The voice in my head asked softly, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been almost two years," Doria replied obediently.

The next second, the voice rang out again:

"This flute melody sounds familiar. I heard the exact same tune a long time ago."

Doria's eyes lit up, her face full of curiosity: "Really? Then, sister, do you want me to take you to find the flute player?"

But she quickly frowned, looking somewhat troubled:

"But the sound of the flute is coming from the city of violins, which is very, very far away. If we go there now, it might be too late."

"I'll take you there."

Five simple words instantly filled Doria with delight.

"Huh? Big sister, can you fly me there? Really?"

The mermaid girl was filled with anticipation.

Her musical talent is unparalleled among her peers; she is a recognized genius.

However, her magical aptitude was very ordinary, only B-level, and she was completely unable to fly.

In the past, only Amber would occasionally take her flying, and she never forgot the feeling of riding the wind and traversing the sea of ​​clouds.

She blinked her clear, big eyes and asked obediently, "Then what should I do? I can't fly."

"Relax, let your guard down, and lend me your body temporarily."

"Okay! I understand!"

Without hesitation, Doria immediately closed her eyes, relaxed, and completely trusted the other person.

The next second, a strange scene unfolded.

The girl's light body slowly floated into the air, surrounded by a faint light.

call out!

A streak of light shot out of the palace, piercing the vast darkness, and sped off toward the City of Violins.

The speed is astonishing.

Doria's clear, startled cry echoed in the wind:

"Sister! Slow down! You're going too fast!"