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!”
