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"So Zhao Tianming must obtain that painting..." Su Yuqing suddenly realized, "Not to destroy it, but to acquire the evidence hidden within!"
Just then, Lin Xiaofan's phone vibrated with an encrypted message from A Long: "Found Teacher Zhou! At Zhao Family Private Hospital, in a deep coma but still alive. Zhao Tianming wants to exchange him for that painting."
"We can't..." Lin Xiaofan began to reply, but Su Yuqing pressed his hand down. "Wait, this could be a trap."
As they argued, Lin Xiaofan's phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. The system interface automatically popped up a new notification:
[Key item detected: Report Letter]
[Ultimate Mission progress update: 14/1000]
[Note: The respect brought by the truth is also a form of prayer.]
Lin Xiaofan froze. He counted the signatures on the Report Letter—besides his father and Old Zhou, there were twelve miners' names. Three known Prayers plus twelve... exactly fifteen people, yet the system displayed fourteen?
"One is missing..." he murmured, "Who else is truly..."
Suddenly, Su Yuqing's phone lit up. After reading the message, her expression became unusually complex. "I found a way to complete the mission... but I need you to trust me completely."
Outside, a cacophony of voices erupted. Lin Xiaofan pulled back a corner of the curtain and gasped—dozens of people holding makeshift torches were loitering at the alley entrance, with their leader shouting for "Alien technology to be surrendered."
"What method?" He turned to Su Yuqing and noticed she had picked up Old Zhou's palette knife.
"Reveal everything." Su Yuqing's voice was eerily calm. "Including the system, all your calculations, and your father's matters." She pointed outside. "Let them see the real you—not some Alien Host, just an ordinary person chosen by the system."
Lin Xiaofan felt his throat tighten. This meant exposing all his shortcomings: greed, deception, exploiting others' goodwill...
"And we have 72 hours..." he struggled to say.
"No." Su Yuqing shook her head. "The system is accelerating."
She was right. Lin Xiaofan was horrified to discover that the countdown had changed to 71:32:17... time was clearly passing much faster than normal!
"It will speed up by a minute every hour," Su Yuqing calculated. "So 72 hours actually leaves... less than 60 hours."
Suddenly, loud banging echoed from downstairs. Lin Xiaofan's phone lit up with one last notification:
[Trust is the Ultimate Test]
[Choose to deliver: Yes/No]
The firelight flickered through the curtain seams onto Su Yuqing's face as she extended her hand. "Give me your phone. I know a Live Streaming Platform Director who can arrange for a simultaneous broadcast across the internet."
The banging grew louder; the doorframe began to tremble. Lin Xiaofan looked into Su Yuqing's eyes, recalling what she had said in the mine: "Let it go," and remembering how she had never truly reported him...
"Here." He placed the phone in her palm, "including those most hideous records."
Su Yuqing quickly got to work, dialing a number. "Old Wang, I need a live-streaming account with the highest permissions... Yes, right now."
The moment the back door was smashed open, Lin Xiaofan grabbed an iron box and a few paintings, stuffing them into his backpack. Su Yuqing pulled him toward the rooftop. "A Long is waiting for us on the roof of the next building!"
They climbed up the creaking iron ladder to the rooftop. Under the moonlight, A Long was waving at them from across the way, with a narrow wooden plank set between the two buildings.
"You go first!" Lin Xiaofan urged Su Yuqing.
The frenzied crowd had already surged onto the rooftop. The young man at the front was live-streaming with his phone raised high. "Hey guys! Look! This is an accomplice of the aliens!"
Su Yuqing walked steadily across the plank. Lin Xiaofan followed closely behind but was suddenly struck on the shoulder by a flying rock. In that moment of losing balance, his backpack strap snapped, and the paintings and iron box fell into the darkness...
In a split second, A Long lunged to grab his wrist at the edge of the building. The iron box flipped through the air, and the report letters scattered like snowflakes, slowly drifting down in the beam of a searchlight.
Someone below picked up a piece of paper, and gasps erupted from the crowd. "It's the truth about the mining disaster! Zhao Tianming caused twelve deaths!"
Lin Xiaofan was pulled onto the rooftop and turned to see an unbelievable scene—the gathered crowd was passing around those yellowed pages, and some had already begun to bow their heads in prayer...
[Ultimate Mission Progress: 87/1000]
[Note: The light of truth is spreading]
Su Yuqing held his hand tightly. "This is just the beginning."
In the distance, sirens grew louder, but this time, they were coming to help them.
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