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At that moment, the door was slammed open again. Zhang Hao rushed in, panting, his face showing a panic that Lin Xiaofan had never seen before. "Cousin! Zhao Tianming is coming this way with people! He said... he said he would expose the secrets of the system in the live broadcast!"
The television screen suddenly split in two—one side displayed the warm scenes of the Rehabilitation Center, while the other side showed a press conference from the Zhao Foundation. Zhao Tianming stood at the microphone in a sharp suit, holding up a familiar metal plate—an interface identical to the one on Lin Xiaofan's phone, but dark red like blood.
"Citizens, regarding the recent uproar over the 'mysterious system' incident, I must reveal the truth..."
Lin Xiaofan felt his blood run cold. He glanced at the system countdown: 17 minutes remaining, with 996 prayers.
"We're out of time..." he murmured.
Suddenly, Su Yuqing snatched the microphone from a reporter. "Everyone! Please close your eyes and pray for this young man who is willing to give everything to help strangers! Just one thousand sincere hearts can prove that this world deserves kindness!"
A strange silence enveloped the room. The children obediently clasped their hands together, medical staff paused in their tracks, and even the noisy reporters fell silent. On the television, Zhao Tianming's voice suddenly stuttered as if the signal was being interfered with.
"998...999..." Su Yuqing's voice trembled.
Lin Xiaofan closed his eyes, feeling the weight of countless gazes upon him. His phone began to heat up, and System Notification flashed wildly:
【Critical Point Reached】
【Ultimate Test Passed】
【Final Mode Unlocked】
A blinding white light erupted from the phone, instantly filling the entire space. All electronic devices went black at once, including the live-streaming cameras, the electronic clock on the wall, and even the children's cochlear implants. After three seconds of absolute silence, power returned and devices rebooted.
"Huh? What was I just about to say?" A reporter scratched his head in confusion.
Medical staff exchanged glances while children happily pointed at the animated show that resumed playing. Lin Xiaofan was shocked to discover that everyone continued as if nothing had happened—it's as if all memories related to the system had been deleted with a single click.
Only Su Yuqing still held his hand tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. "We did it..."
Lin Xiaofan looked down at his phone. The system interface had transformed; the cold mechanical language had changed into warm handwritten text:
"Thank you for passing the final test."
"The truth has been revealed; kindness has spread."
"The system's mission is complete and will soon go offline."
"Remember: true miracles lie within people's hearts."
Suddenly, an emergency news bulletin interrupted: "Breaking news: Chairman of the Zhao Charity Foundation, Zhao Tianming, has been taken by police for investigation on multiple charges including embezzlement of disaster relief funds and falsifying donated materials..."
The camera swept across Zhao Tianming's office, where a painting titled "Miner's Son" was being taken as evidence. In that fleeting moment on screen, Lin Xiaofan clearly saw a small signature in the lower right corner of the painting—Lin Jianguo. It wasn't Old Zhou's handwriting; it was his father's!
"My dad... is also a figure in the painting?" he murmured to himself.
Suddenly, the intercom at the Rehabilitation Center crackled to life: "Mr. Lin Xiaofan, please come to the front desk; you have an urgent package."
He opened the package to find Old Zhou's yellowed sketchbook. Flipping to the last page, he discovered an unfinished drawing: his father in his youth, standing before an easel, intently sketching the portraits of miners. In the corner of the drawing were a few small words: "The best artists never sign their names, for they know that true art resides in the hearts of people."
Outside the window, the sun shone brightly. A gentle breeze stirred the last newly posted note on the Wish Wall—it was written in crooked handwriting by Xiao Hui: "I hope Uncle Lin will never leave."
Lin Xiaofan carefully took it down and pressed it gently against his chest. The system interface on his phone screen slowly faded away, eventually dissolving into a wisp of light that vanished into the air.
[The End]
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