While my older brother and I were investigating Cui's mother, there was suddenly a flood of short essays online.

There were two articles, both written by a famous emotional influencer, each word dripping with emotion and strong empathy.

One was titled "The Real-Life Disappearance of Her."

It tells the story of a man who quickly changed his mind, cheated on his girlfriend with her best friend, and later, in order to seize his girlfriend's hard-earned money, caused harm to both women.

The other was titled "The Desperate Mother."

It narrates the story of a single mother raising her child alone, facing numerous obstacles.

After the child finally graduated from college, they encountered a scumbag, resulting in the child becoming a vegetable, requiring money every minute.

Although no names were mentioned, many details in the two articles were enough for neighbors and colleagues to know that the scumbag they were referring to was me.

Furthermore, the articles were accompanied by pictures, with the mosaic barely concealing identities, easily recognizable to those who knew.

I could only vent in the group chat with my childhood friend and older brother.

【Now I have to clean up the trash every time I go out.

【Rotten vegetables and feces occasionally pile up at the door.】

All of this was due to those two articles, with over a hundred thousand shares and comments demanding my execution or chemical castration followed by lifelong imprisonment.

All of them received high praise.

The rest of the comments were either pitying or praising Cui's mother for her great maternal love.

Many people scanned the QR code at the end of the articles to donate to this suffering family.

My childhood friend: 【I think Cui's mother was originally trying to extort money, but now she has found and expanded a new source of income.】

My older brother spoke up for me online.

【The medical expenses were all covered by the scumbag you all mentioned, and he took care of everything, while the great mother was only focused on making money.】

The comments quickly drowned in insults:

【Oh, the person shows up? Do you think anyone believes you?】

【The sour lemon is fixated on those donations? Can't stand to see any good in others, I'm willing to donate, so what?】

【How much did the scumbag pay you? I'll also become a water army and donate the earnings.】

This infuriated my older brother.

I stopped my brother, who wanted to argue back.

"Don't bother, it's useless. They just want to stand on the moral high ground and derive pleasure from attacking others. The truth is not important to them."

Or rather, they only accept the truth they believe in.

This is one of the reasons why those who peddle hate can succeed repeatedly.

As the articles were increasingly reposted by various media and self-media platforms, someone posted my name, workplace, and home address online.

The garbage continued at my doorstep, my phone was filled with abusive and harassing calls, and even rotten eggs were thrown at me while driving.

I couldn't go to work, as my boss had already informed me early on.

"Shilin, there are many people gathered downstairs at the company. I'll give you a few days off to handle your personal matters properly. Come back when the storm has passed."

If it was just me, I might have considered moving and changing my number, enduring for a while until the storm passed.

But now, it had clearly affected my colleagues and family, even the elders in the village were being gossiped about.

I couldn't bear it and called Cui Juan, but my older brother, fearing I would speak out of anger, snatched my phone the moment I answered.

As soon as Cui Juan found out it was us, she didn't give us a chance to speak and unleashed a barrage of insults, not only cursing my parents but even my ancestors.

After listening for over ten minutes, my older brother couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "You old hag, with a mother like you, Cui Nuannuan is really lacking in blessings from her past life. If you keep talking like this, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed!"

I stood on the side, feeling exasperated, "Who said we shouldn't get angry and should speak nicely?"

At this moment, the public security bureau's announcement finally arrived, stating that Cui Nuannuan was not intentionally murdered, urging the public not to believe or spread rumors.

I took this opportunity to clarify online, releasing some chat records with Cui Nuannuan and the video from the corridor that day.

The video clearly showed the time I entered the room and the time she fell from the building.

Seeing this, some people finally began to think that there might be more to the story, suggesting to hold off judgment for a while.

And my older brother and I finally found some clues.