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Before I could take any action, I saw Grandma Li and the others live-streaming their sob story online.
I gripped my phone tightly and said to Su Yao, "How can they twist the truth like this!"
Su Yao patted my shoulder and comforted me, "Don't rush. The truth will come out. We will find a way to expose their true colors."
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down and said, "No, I can't just watch them mislead the netizens. I have to fight back."
So, I sat in front of my computer, gathering and organizing the clues I had previously investigated, preparing to post them online.
Of course, I didn't mention that Jiajia was already dead; after all, I couldn't say that I could see ghosts. I could only point out the suspicious aspects of Grandma Li.
As the online confrontation intensified, the residents of our community split into two factions. Some believed Jiajia's Father and Grandma Li's sob story during the live stream and pointed fingers at the female protagonist.
Meanwhile, others sensed something was off and chose to remain skeptical.
The entire community was stirred up by this wave of public opinion, with neighbors discussing the matter whenever they met.
Jiajia's Mother, watching the online battles and the chaos in the community, felt increasingly worried.
She once again tried to persuade Grandma Li and Jiajia's Father: "This isn't a solution. What if the truth comes out? What will we do then?"
Upon hearing this, Grandma Li began to throw a fit again. Jiajia's Father stopped her and impatiently said to Jiajia's Mother, "Stop making things worse. Right now, we can only go down this path. As long as we can convince the netizens, no one can touch us."
Seeing them act this way gave Jiajia's Mother an uneasy feeling. Thinking of her missing daughter caused her heart to ache once more. She needed to find a way to search for her daughter and decided not to focus on these matters anymore.
Early the next morning, as soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of paint hit me in the face, making me cough uncontrollably and causing my eyes to sting painfully.
The entrance to my home was in disarray, red paint splattered everywhere like blood, with the word "Fraud" scrawled in a crooked manner across the door.
This sudden scene made my heart race, nearly causing me to faint.
I shouted in despair, "Is this ever going to end?!"
Before I could collect my thoughts, I heard a commotion coming from downstairs.
Peering out the window, I saw Grandma Li bellowing at the top of her lungs, leading a large group of relatives storming toward my building.
In her hands, she held a big banner that read, "Return My Innocence, Punish the Wicked Woman."
She plopped down on the ground like a shrew, banging her thighs and wailing, "Everyone, judge for yourselves! This girl is bullying us orphans and widows, trying to seize our home!"
The crowd of relatives chimed in, adding fuel to the fire with their loud voices, creating a ruckus that echoed throughout the entire neighborhood.
Before long, a large group of onlookers had gathered, pointing fingers and casting strange glances in my direction.
The scrutiny and suspicion in their gazes made me feel utterly uncomfortable.
Hiding behind the curtains, I watched this farce unfold below me, furious enough to explode. I wanted nothing more than to rush down and confront her.
But going down now would only make things worse.
Fortunately, Su Yao arrived just in time.
She pulled me down onto the sofa and turned to pour me a cup of hot water.
My hands trembled violently as I nearly spilled the cup when I took it.
Su Yao gently held my hand, her eyes filled with concern. "Lin Xiao, we can't just sit here and do nothing. We need to find a way to fight back."
I bit my lip and nodded heavily, determined not to let myself be bullied any longer.
After discussing for a while, we came up with a clever plan.
Although it felt a bit unethical, given how malicious Grandma Li was, I didn’t feel the need to be polite with her.
I couldn’t directly accuse Grandma Li of being the culprit, especially since I had no evidence; no one would believe me.
I decided to turn Jiajia's story into a novel, subtly revealing some real situations while using a pseudonym to guide the all-powerful netizens to pay attention to this matter, which would help me find clues and evidence.
Su Yao praised my idea enthusiastically, saying I was thinking smartly and helped me refine my plan.
Sitting in front of the computer, I opened a document and began typing away on the keyboard, deciding to write from Jiajia's first-person perspective about her experiences before her death and the clues I had gathered from the neighbors.
**Novel Content:**
My name is Jiajia. My grandmother never liked me because I wasn't a boy.
I was so hungry that I asked my grandmother for something to eat, but she yelled at me, calling me a worthless burden and blaming me for not giving the family a grandson.
The more she scolded, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she kicked me, and before I could dodge, my head struck the sharp corner of the furniture. Blood gushed out, and everything went black…
When I woke up, no one could see me anymore. I overheard the adults saying that I had gone missing.
My parents originally wanted to call the police to find me, but my grandmother threw a fit, claiming that calling the police would be embarrassing and that I was just out having fun and would return soon.
After a few days of searching, my grandmother then said I had been kidnapped and was in a hurry to sell the house and move.
My parents disagreed and wanted to report it to the authorities, but my grandmother cried and insisted that calling the police would drive her to her death.
In the end, my parents sold the house...
The sister who bought our house began to investigate my disappearance after noticing something strange about the property.
Once my grandmother learned of this, she started making things difficult for her—letting her dog relieve itself at the sister's doorstep, throwing garbage around, and scratching her car...
I posted all of this on an online platform, and to my surprise, it gained traction like a rocket.
Netizens exploded in the comments section:
"Isn't this about something that really happened in the female protagonist's neighborhood? This grandmother is too suspicious; she doesn't report her missing granddaughter but sells the house instead!"
"Thinking about it gives me chills. In the novel, Jiajia was killed by her grandmother. Could it be true? Is the grandmother selling the house because she killed her granddaughter inside and fears revenge from her ghost, or does she think the house is cursed because someone died there?"
"Considering how the grandmother started causing trouble for the female protagonist after she began investigating Xiao Jiajia, I'm increasingly convinced that Xiao Jiajia is either missing or has been murdered by her grandmother!"
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