Fragrance of Seven Miles: Don't Play That Old Record

Every night, I hear the song from the great fire forty years ago.

It wasn’t until Xinghai Group’s lawyer’s letter slapped me in the face that I realized the old record I’d picked up was a death warrant that could land me in prison.

The female voice on the record belonged to Xia Qing, a gifted girl whose body was burned to ashes by a corporate giant, erasing all traces of her.

They want me to hand over everything and sign away my freedom.

I smile and press play.

A melody spanning time sends the internet’s top-tier stars into a frenzy, and makes the hunters lurking in the shadows bare their fangs.

Because I’m the only one who understands...

She hid a deadly code in her song, one that records the truth about the tycoon’s father murdering someone and burning the body.

This time, I’ll turn her song into a weapon and tear open the case that stained the past with blood forty years ago, along with the whole entertainment industry’s sky.

[Mystery + entertainment + transmigration + wild imagination + decisive and ruthless]

Sound is the code, records are the murder weapon, and I am the only executioner.