In the Fifth Year After I Was Buried, My Brother Went Crazy

I wandered underwater for five years before my body was hooked ashore by a fishing enthusiast. Even the forensic doctor reconstructed the appearance of the deceased through the skull. My brother still hates me. "The best person to die is her!" "After five years of running away, it's not a pity for her to die!" "It's a shame that the Chen family has such a murderer!" Everyone thought he hated me. But when he said this, his whole body was trembling. Who would have thought. The distress call I made to him five years ago. But it became the driving force behind hastening my death.