Chapter 2

"Get off! Who are you!"

"This is a train! If you keep this up, I'll call the conductor!"

The bed shook, waking me from my daze. The bed frame above my head was shaking violently.

In the window across from me, a chaotic scene was reflected.

A man was pressing a girl beneath him.

I pinched my thigh hard.

It hurt! I'd actually been reborn!

In my previous life, everything that happened on this train kept replaying in my mind.

I was a police cadet on my way to report to the Police Academy.

Faced with a criminal, driven by righteous passion, I suddenly climbed up to the upper bunk and kicked him down with one foot.

The man I kicked to the ground wailed. He quickly realized his crime had been exposed and disappeared into the night.

She was trembling, but still climbed up to thank me.

A sense of honor surged within me. I told her to inform the conductor that catching the criminal was the best way to protect herself, and I told her the perpetrator's characteristics.

After enrollment, I told my classmates about this incident.

Everyone said I was a qualified police cadet, and my dorm even held an honor ceremony for me.

But I never imagined that this act of justice would bring about the destruction of my family.

A week later, I was in class when she suddenly burst through the door, screaming that I had assaulted her.

She also said that after being rescued, I secretly followed her and threatened that if she told the conductor, I would post inappropriate photos of her online.

She broke down crying, saying she was also forced into this situation, and that she finally had the courage to stand up now to prevent others from getting hurt.

She pointed at my nose and cursed: "You beast! Once wasn't enough, you still wanted to threaten me into submission!"

I stood there stunned like a wooden post and was taken away and detained on the spot.

My roommates who had been proud of me were cursed at. My classmates at the Police Academy were so angry they posted this video online.

Police cadet forces girl on train. I instantly became a repeat offender.

Rumors spread that I had been taking upskirt photos of girls since childhood, and "witnesses" came forward to speak out.

My dad was also exposed, with claims that he didn't actually sacrifice himself, but faked his death for compensation money.

Things escalated too quickly. The Police Academy could only expel me as fast as possible to protect its reputation.

Years of my hard work were wasted. I became a rat everyone wanted to beat.

My mother believed I hadn't done such a thing, but she had no power or influence and no way to find evidence.

She could only leave behind a suicide note and crashed to her death in front of my dad's grave.

The suicide of a hero's family member, the insult to a hero—this matter finally received attention.

A special investigation team was formed. The best legal team came to see me.

They ultimately helped me successfully clear my name.

But my mom wouldn't come back to life, and my future was gone.

Even after they announced I was innocent, no one believed it. They thought my supposedly dead dad had pulled strings.

I wore a mask to hide my face and delivered food at a hotel.

I didn't expect that day to be this girl's wedding.

In the photo, she was smiling radiantly on the arm of a man, and her groom was the person who had threatened her.

Unwilling to accept this, I rushed into her dressing room to demand why she falsely accused me.

But she looked at me innocently, as if she had never known me.

Finally, after I kept reminding her, she remembered.

She rolled her eyes and said impatiently: "He's Anderson, a billionaire from New York. It was just a momentary thrill."

"He likes me. I won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. Don't you think it's unethical to block my future?"

After saying that, Anderson suddenly appeared and pulled her into his arms, sneering at me:

"So what if you're a police cadet? You still ended up as a dog under my feet!"

His men rushed forward, and I instantly lost consciousness.

So my sense of justice was unethical in others' eyes?

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the train.