The comment section of the live stream was just as vicious, filled with curses, condemnation and wishes for my painful death.
Amid the chaos, the officer in charge gave a cold wave of his hand.
"Take her to the station."
At his command, two officers stepped forward, snapped handcuffs onto my wrists and escorted me to the police car.
In my previous life, I could not prove my innocence. I was thrown into prison… and beaten to death.
Even my parents were not spared. Their identities were exposed online and they could no longer step outside without being humiliated. They were splashed with filth, jeered at and even had funeral wreaths tossed at their doorstep.
In the end, they died miserably in their own home. No one came to their aid and no one arranged their funeral until the stench spread through the neighborhood.
Was I doomed to the same fate again in this life?
Was my daughter destined to die in silence, with her real killer never unmasked?
My chest tightened. My mind was in turmoil.
I simply could not understand.
What went wrong?
In my previous life, I clearly dropped my daughter off at kindergarten, but everyone who had supposedly seen us insisted they had not.