Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The car continued speeding forward and disappeared into the vast night.

By the time we arrived near the supply storage point mentioned by Village Chief Zhao, it was already completely dark.

The headlights pierced the night, illuminating the winding mountain road.

The moment I got off the bus, a blast of cold wind hit me, making me shiver.

The mountain air was exceptionally fresh, but it did nothing to alleviate my anxiety.

I looked up at the distant village and saw only a few faint lights, which looked particularly desolate.

"Where is Village Chief Zhao?" I asked tentatively, my voice tinged with urgency.

Gong Lin grasped my hand and said in a deep voice, "He will come, don't worry."

Sure enough, not long after, Village Chief Zhao rushed over. Upon seeing us, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss Miao, Mr. Gong, you've come! That's wonderful... but..." Before he could finish speaking, his face was full of helplessness and dejection.

"When exactly were the supplies stolen?" I asked quickly, trying to remain calm.

Village Chief Zhao sighed: "Just last night, the warehouse door was pried open, and all the supplies inside were gone. After the villagers discovered this, they immediately reported it to the police, but so far there have been no leads."

I nodded, looking at Gong Lin with a determined gaze: "We need to go to the scene right away."

We followed Village Chief Zhao into the robbed warehouse. In the darkness, the warehouse door was already open, and some broken wooden boxes and packaging bags were scattered on the ground.

I crouched down and examined the marks closely, but my heart grew heavier with each passing moment.

The police have been there, but apparently found nothing of value.

“There’s only one camera here, but it obviously didn’t capture any useful information.” Gong Lin pointed to a screen on the wall, where the image was blurry and unclear, making it impossible to see any details.

I stood up, looked around, and felt a surge of helplessness.

All around was silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops, as if telling a story of helplessness.

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails almost dug into my palms, but the pain did nothing to ease the anxiety in my heart.

“Gong Lin,” I turned to look at him, my voice low but firm, “we can’t give up like this. We must find a clue.”

A determined light shone in Gong Lin's eyes as he gripped my hand tightly: "I understand. Let's begin."

We nodded to each other in understanding and decided to split up.

I walked slowly along the path around the warehouse, silently considering every possible clue.

Just then, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away. I stopped alertly, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.

The night wind was biting, stinging my cheeks and making my clothes flutter.

I walked slowly along the muddy path outside the warehouse, the dry branches under my feet making a crisp "crackling" sound that was particularly clear in the silent valley.

The scent of earth mingled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, but it couldn't mask the tense atmosphere that permeated the air.

The police investigation is ongoing, but I cannot stand idly by. A strong premonition tells me that the truth lies hidden in these mountains and forests.

I carefully observed my surroundings, my eyes scanning every tree and every stone, trying to find any clues.

The marks left by the trampled weeds by the roadside, the tiny shoe prints on the soil, and the barely noticeable scratches on the tree trunks—none of these escaped my notice.

“Miss Miao, what’s wrong…” Village Chief Zhao’s voice came from behind, tinged with doubt and confusion.

I looked back at him and saw that there were several villagers following behind him, their faces filled with worry and unease.

"I believe we will definitely find a clue." I said firmly, my gaze returning to the mountain path in front of me.

“But…the police can’t find us, we…” a villager muttered softly, a hint of doubt in his voice.

I ignored their questions and continued walking along the path.

I could feel their gazes fixed on my back, filled with doubt, confusion, and even a hint of contempt.

But none of this could shake my resolve.

Back in the warehouse, the atmosphere became even more somber.

Gong Lin was talking to several volunteers, and they all looked rather grim.

“Some people suspect it was an inside job,” Gong Lin said in a low voice as he walked up to me, his tone tinged with worry.

My heart sank. I looked around and, sure enough, I found that everyone was looking at each other with wariness and suspicion.

The once united team is now filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Impossible!" Chen Jiping suddenly raised his voice, his tone agitated. "We're all trying to help the children in the mountains, how could we do such a thing!"

“Yes, we have all been rigorously screened and know each other very well…” another volunteer chimed in, but his eyes darted around, and he didn’t dare to look directly into the eyes of the others.

"You can know a person's face but not their heart." A deep voice came from the corner. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw it was Master Wang.

He leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke obscuring his expression.

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

All eyes were on Master Wang, and the air seemed to freeze.

"What do you mean?" Chen Jiping glared at the driver, Wang, his tone aggressive.

Master Wang raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, a cold smile appearing on his lips: "I'm just telling the truth..."

He paused, his gaze falling on me, and said meaningfully, "Some things, what the eyes see, may not be the truth..."

Master Wang's words sent a chill down my spine; there seemed to be some secret hidden in his eyes.

I tried to suppress my unease and said calmly, "Master Wang, you seem to be implying something. Why don't you just say it?"

Mr. Wang took a deep drag on his cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and said in a low voice, "Miss Miao, I'm just a driver, I don't know anything. But let me remind you, there are other people like us in these mountains..."

His words startled me. Could there be others involved?

I immediately thought of the complex terrain around the warehouse and the paths hidden in the night.

Is it...

I turned around abruptly and walked towards the path behind the warehouse.

This path is rugged and overgrown with weeds, and few people usually walk on it.

I walked a few steps along the path and suddenly noticed a faint footprint on the soil by the roadside.

The footprint was very small and hidden by weeds; I would not have noticed it at all if I hadn't looked closely.

I crouched down and examined the footprint closely.

A faint trace of oil remained on the soil, which stirred something within me.

I immediately thought of Master Wang's words—"There are more people like us in these mountains than just us..."

Could it be a clue deliberately left by the thief?

I continued to follow the direction of the footprints; the path meandered and twisted, stretching deep into the mountains and forests.

After walking for about ten minutes, I came to a secluded mountain hollow.

The area is overgrown with weeds and dense with trees; it would be impossible to find this place without following the footprints.

I parted the dense branches, and suddenly the view opened up before me.

A pile of stolen supplies was neatly stacked in the ravine, covered with branches and weeds, making it difficult to spot without close inspection.

I was overjoyed; I had finally found it!

I immediately took out my phone, snapped a picture of the scene, and then turned and ran back.

On the way, I encountered Gong Lin and Village Chief Zhao, who had come looking for me.

"Found it!" I shouted excitedly, "The supplies have been found!"

They looked at me in surprise. I showed them the photos on my phone, and their faces immediately lit up with delight.

"Miss Miao, you're amazing!" Village Chief Zhao excitedly grasped my hand. "I never thought you'd actually find it!"

Gong Lin also walked to my side and held my hand tightly...

Gong Lin gripped my hand tightly, and I looked up at him.

A warm atmosphere filled the air between us, as if the surrounding air had softened.

Village Chief Zhao excitedly grasped my other hand, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Miss Miao, you are truly amazing! These supplies are so important to the villagers. You not only helped us find the supplies, but you also gave everyone hope!"

As we emerged from the mountain valley, the night deepened, and a cool breeze swept away the sweat from our bodies.

Our group returned to the village along the winding mountain road.

The scenery along the way appeared particularly mysterious in the night, and the twinkling lights in the distance were like the gentlest starlight in the night sky, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

Back in the village, the villagers had already gathered in the square. Upon hearing that the supplies had been recovered, they came to express their gratitude.

Applause and cheers rose and fell, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart, but at the same time, there was also a hint of worry.

I know that although the supplies have been recovered, the controversy surrounding the charity project has not completely subsided.

Sure enough, when I got back to the hotel and turned on my computer, I saw a deluge of malicious slander online.

A blogger named "There is only one truth" published a long article claiming that I was using charity as a pretext for self-promotion, and some people even echoed this, calling me a "charity fraudster" who uses the same tricks.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my anger.

Malicious attacks on the internet are always frustrating, but I can't give up because of it.

I stared intently at the computer screen, a flame of unyielding spirit igniting within me.

I will use facts to shatter these baseless slanders.

“Gong Lin,” I turned to look at him, my eyes resolute, “we cannot ignore these malicious attacks. I must gather evidence and completely shatter these baseless slanders.”

Gong Lin nodded.

I gripped my phone tightly, my fingers lightly touching the screen, and began to gather evidence step by step.

As night deepened, the flame in my heart burned ever brighter.