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The next morning, the living room of the Linya family returned to calm. The sunlight outside the window filtered through the thin curtains, casting light on every corner of the room. Linya sat on the sofa, holding a steaming cup of coffee, but her gaze was fixed on the phone screen with a serious expression. Ruo Shu stood quietly to the side, looking concerned.
"Here are some records of Jia Fugui's past whereabouts," Linya said calmly, but the fire in her eyes was hard to conceal. "In these records, it seems that he always appears suddenly at certain critical moments, and then mysteriously disappears again."
Ruo Shu He nodded gently and his voice drifted lightly into Linya's ears: "I always feel like he's searching for something, or avoiding something."
At that moment, Murong and Bihua hurried over, both with tense expressions on their faces. Murong held a photo in his hand and said urgently, "Take a look at this."
Line took the photo and saw a crowded market, and in the crowd, there was a familiar figure - Jia Fugui. But what caught attention was not him, but his trading partner - a rather ordinary middle-aged man.
Bihua's voice was clear and serious: "We investigated that middle-aged man, he is a small-time crook with a history of fraud. It seems that Jia Fugui is not as we imagined, he may just be a scammer using supernatural topics to cheat money."
The discovery exploded in Linya's heart like a bolt from the blue, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face: "Could it be that all our previous efforts were just part of his deception?"
A look of sadness also appeared on Ruo Shu's face. Although he was a ghost, his disappointment and anger at this moment were so real: "I only hoped to find a way to be free, but I never expected to become a tool for someone else's deception."
Murong's brows furrowed, and there was a hint of anger in his voice: "We can't just let him get away with this. Even if he's a fraud, we need to expose his true face and prevent him from continuing his scam in this city."
Bihua nodded, her eyes shining with determination: "We need a plan, a plan that will make Jia Fugui expose himself."
Four people sat around the weathered old elm wood coffee table in front of Linya, the dim light casting soft contours, rendering their faces more profound. Linya furrowed her brows, displaying her straightforward and somewhat impulsive nature, yet her eyes shimmered with a subtle, genuine light.
Murong, the man always wearing a sunny smile, excitedly pulled out a meticulously planned strategy map, densely marked with details of various plans. His movements were full of confidence and vitality, as if he had already foreseen the scene of the plan's success.
Bihua is even calmer and more rational. She gently strokes her chin, and her deep eyes reflect her careful analysis of every possible variable. Her voice is calm and wise: "We must ensure that every link is flawless. Jia Fugui is a cunning opponent, and we cannot give him any opportunity."
Ruo Shu, the gentle spirit, stands beside Linya. His blurry figure appears even more elusive in the dim light. Although he cannot participate in the substantive discussion, his eyes are full of encouragement and support, silently telling Linya and the others that he will be their strongest support.
Linya suddenly stood up, her straightforward nature making it difficult for her to sit still for long. "We will follow Murong's plan. I will contact the production team of the supernatural program to ensure they are interested in this live challenge. Jia Fugui If he dares to come, we will make him reveal his true colors!"
Murong nodded, a hint of cunning in his smile. "Just wait and see. Jia Fugui definitely can't imagine that he will become our pawn."
Bihua sighed softly and reminded, "We must be careful. This game is not only about revealing the truth, but also a test of intelligence and patience. We cannot let our emotions affect our judgment."
Ruo Shu looked at Linya with gentle eyes, silently greeting her and confirming her determination. Linya responded with a firm and confident smile. In that moment, without the need for words, the unspoken understanding and trust among the four had reached an unprecedented level.
As time passed, Linya's home turned into a makeshift planning center, filled with various notes and schematics. Linya and Murong each took on their respective roles, busily and orderly advancing every detail of the plan.
Linya stood in front of the coffee table, maps and strategic documents scattered around her. Her brow furrowed, showing her seriousness about this operation. Whenever she encountered a headache-inducing problem, she would unconsciously tap the table, a gesture that fully displayed her straightforward and somewhat irritable nature. However, within this determination, it's not difficult to see her desire for the truth and her deep friendship with her friends.
Murong sat opposite, holding a pen in his hand, constantly sketching something on the paper. There was always a relaxed smile on his face, but the gleam in his eyes revealed his seriousness and focus on this plan. Occasionally, he would look up and exchange ideas with Linya, and their conversation was full of humor and passion, showing their understanding and trust between them.
Bihua, on the other hand, sat on the sofa, holding a mobile phone, constantly communicating with the program team leader. Her voice was calm and powerful, and every word was carefully considered, showing her calmness and wisdom. She occasionally recorded important details to ensure that every arrangement could be executed accurately.
In all of this, the Ruo Shu was like an invisible force, quietly guarding them. Although he couldn't directly participate, his gentle gaze and encouraging smile always brought strength to Linya at critical moments. Whenever Linya felt tired or anxious, she would look up at Ruo Shu and find comfort and courage in his eyes.
One morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, illuminating the room filled with books and notes, the four of them finally completed all the preparations. Linya took a deep breath and looked at her companions, her eyes shining with determination: "Everything is ready, let's go meet the challenge and expose Jia Fugui's true face!"
Murong smiled slightly and nodded, his smile filled with confidence. Bihua also put down her phone, her calm eyes revealing determination. And Ruo Shu, though silent, his gentle gaze was more powerful than any words, as if saying, "We will definitely succeed."
At this moment, the four of them were filled with a common belief. They were ready, not only to uncover the truth, but also to protect the unbreakable friendship between them.
Finally, the day has arrived. In a studio decorated with various mysterious symbols, Linya and Murong and others nervously await the appearance of Jia Fugui. Outside the studio, a large number of audience members and reporters have gathered, all eagerly anticipating this unprecedented challenge.
Finally, Jia Fugui walks into the studio with a smug smile on his face, seemingly full of confidence in himself. But when he sees Linya and Murong, that smug smile instantly freezes on his face.
The show has started, and the host walked onto the stage amidst enthusiastic applause. His voice was full of excitement: "Welcome to tonight's special program. Today, we will witness an unprecedented challenge. Mr. Jia Fugui from the mysterious realm will demonstrate his supernatural abilities to us."
Jia Fugui stepped onto the stage, his face showing a confident smile, but his eyes occasionally revealed a hint of unease. He began to perform his so-called "supernatural demonstration" in his own way, but soon he realized that things were not developing as he had expected.
As time passed, Jia Fugui's performance became increasingly unnatural, and he began to appear anxious and disheveled. In the audience, the once expectant gazes gradually turned into suspicion and disdain.
Just as Jia Fugui was sinking deeper, Murong suddenly stood up, his voice clear and resolute: "Jia Fugui, we all know your true identity. Your so-called supernatural abilities are nothing but a hoax."
The sudden accusation left Jia Fugui in a panic, his face turning pale in an instant. He stammered in an attempt to defend himself, but his words lacked the previous composure and confidence.
At this critical moment, Bihua stepped onto the stage, holding a document detailing Jia Fugui's past fraudulent activities and his transaction records with the middle-aged man with a criminal record.
Bihua's voice was powerful and resounding: "There is irrefutable evidence here that proves Mr. Jia Fugui's actions were nothing but a carefully orchestrated fraud."
As Bihua spoke, the atmosphere in the audience reached a boiling point. People were discussing and expressing their dissatisfaction and anger towards Jia Fugui, like a tide of resentment. Jia Fugui seemed like a captured prey, his face filled with fear and despair.
In front of everyone's eyes, Jia Fugui's conspiracy was completely exposed. He could no longer maintain his disguise and eventually left the studio in disgrace amidst the accusations of the crowd.
After the show, Linya and Ruo Shu stood on the stage. Although there was not much joy on their faces, there was a hint of relief in their eyes. Although they had won the battle, Ruo Shu still had a long way to go to find the true path to liberation.
Murong and Bihua walked forward, the four of them exchanged smiles. Although Jia Fugui's plot had been exposed, it was just a small episode in their lives. The real secrets were still waiting for them to discover.
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