She used all her strength to slap me, but the pain went straight to my heart.
It was the same in her previous life. She went from being protective to being angry.
Without even asking me what was going on, she and the others charged me with murder.
The onlookers, who originally had no idea what was going on, pointed at my nose and started cursing, “Why don't you just die? You killed someone and didn't feel guilty about it and you still say such things!”
“Not only is he vicious, he is also shameless. He has a wife but he still has affairs with other women. I think maybe they were doing something in the car, which caused the vehicle to lose control and hit someone.”
“He’s worse than a beast. How can such a person live in this world? I want to beat him to death!”
They became angrier and angrier as they talked and some even clenched their fists and prepared to step forward.
The police were afraid that the situation could get out of control, so they set up a cordon.
He spoke to me seriously, “We have just retrieved the surveillance footage of the road section and the footage is basically consistent with the public's response just now.
“Now all the evidence points to you, so please cooperate honestly and provide the contact information of the people in the car with you so that we can investigate further.”
Needless to say, even if I asked the police to extract fingerprints from the car at that moment, it would be in vain.
If the other party wanted to frame me, he must have made thorough preparations.
At this moment, I felt like I had returned to my previous life.
The despair that I could not explain myself enveloped me deeply.
I stood up and said with extraordinary determination, “I have been at home the whole time and have never gone out. I don't know the woman in the picture.
“Police comrade, you should investigate this matter carefully. It doesn't matter if I'm arrested, but the real murderer will go unpunished and the three of us will die with regret.”
Hearing this, the police looked at me as if I were an unrepentant criminal.
“There were so many witnesses and physical evidence at the scene, including the dashcam in your car, which clearly recorded your appearance.
“Do you think anyone could have faked it in such a short time?
“If you're not the one who caused the accident, who else could it be? Or do you have a twin brother?”
Yeah, I wanted to know who it was too?
If I had a twin brother, this would be a good explanation.
But I was very sure that I was the only child in my family.
Even after my mother nearly died giving birth to me, my father had a sterilization, making it impossible for him to have an illegitimate child who looked like me.
Who could impersonate me and even the voice was the same?
I still had not figured out this problem.
Seeing me shaking my head helplessly, the people around me started cursing again, “The evidence is so obvious, but he is still trying to get away with it by making excuses. I think he is just a walking beast.”
“I don't know what kind of parents would raise a son like this. If his parents knew he was like this, they would die sitting on their butts after he was born!”
“That's right. The parents who raised a son like this are probably not good people. If I knew who they were, I would spit at them if I saw them on the street.”
“Police comrade, please arrest him quickly and investigate him thoroughly. He may have taken some illegal drugs before he ran away. Otherwise, why would he be so shameless? Maybe he has metabolized it over time.”
Seeing that several people were about to break out of the cordon to beat me, the police had no choice but to decide to take me back to the police station.
I knew that this matter had spread all over the Internet by that time.
Some netizens had even dug up information about me and my parents and were preparing to come to our house to seek justice.
In my previous life, after I was taken away, my parents were trapped at home.
They were beaten and scolded and were hit and killed by a car driven by the victim's family when they were out one day.
My situation did not get any better during my time in custody, as my cellmates heard about my situation.
They were clearly criminals, but they transformed themselves into compassionate messengers of justice and beat me to death.
I refused to walk down the same path again, to live through the same bitter end.
This time, I would carve a different fate with my own hands, protect my parents and clear my name
My mind was racing and fragments of my experiences from both lives kept flashing through my mind.
There must be something that I had overlooked before.
Just as the police were about to handcuff me, I shouted anxiously, “I know who the real culprit is!”
