During the coal mine explosion, I assumed the identity of a dead co-worker.
He used his identity to obtain compensation, but was involved in a murder case that spanned twenty years.
The real murderer was staring at me in the dark, but the mother of the deceased regarded me as her biological son.
As she tremblingly pulled out her son's childhood photos—
The child in the photo is actually the father who "died long ago" in my memory.
