She played the piano with focus, suddenly lifting her right hand that had been resting on the keyboard.
"Stop!" Leng Zimo spoke in a deep voice, "Rewind ten seconds, zoom in on her right hand, and play it in slow motion!"
The video footage rewound ten seconds, then, bit by bit, it zoomed in on Luo Xiaoqian’s right hand, and then, frame by frame, it played in slow motion.
"Play it again!"
"Play it again!"
...
Leng Zimo’s gaze fixated on the screen, watching her hand fall and then lift in an unusual manner.
After three times, he turned around and strode out of the control room.
"Should I continue playing?" asked a staff member, turning around to find that he had already disappeared.
Ailin saw Leng Zimo burst out and hurried after him, "President Leng?"
"Order all the contestants and staff to stay, nobody leaves without my command!" Leng Zimo commanded coldly as he rushed onto the stage.
He crossed the stage to a smaller one on the side and stopped in front of the piano, his gaze slowly scanning the bloodstained keys. He reached out with his right hand, carefully pressing down two keys.
As the keys were pressed, the hidden blade inside immediately revealed itself.
"Get me a piece of paper!" he ordered loudly.
Not far away, a staff member cleaning the stage immediately brought over a tissue. Extending a finger, Leng Zimo carefully extracted the blade through the tissue, a thin strip glinting under the light with Luo Xiaoqian’s fresh blood.
Staff members cleaning nearby heard him and turned their heads curiously as Leng Zimo held the blade and walked onto the stage.
"Let everyone come down to the front of the stage!"
His voice was terrifyingly cold.
The staff scurried about, and shortly, all sorts of workers and contestants, including backstage staff, gathered in front of the stage.
Everyone looked up at Leng Zimo standing on the stage, his face cold as frost not daring to make a sound.

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