Fake Family, the Death and Failure of Middle-Aged Men

Chen Jianjun, a truck driver who has been on the road for most of his life, was diagnosed with cancer of his private parts at the age of 42. An unexpected flaw in the preoperative blood type check shattered the family illusion that had been maintained for 17 years: he was type O, his wife was type A, but the son he had raised for more than ten years was type AB, and the child was definitely not his biological child. Under heavy blows, he was keenly aware that his wife Li Mei had been unusually rigid in her work and rest, empty eyes, and mechanical behavior for a long time. He was shocked to realize that the person beside her day and night was not a real person at all, but a fake person disguised as a human being and lurking in the world. Revealing the diary left by his deceased wife, the old truth came to light: the real Li Mei had been coerced and mutilated by a fake adulterer. The fake wife and non-biological son in front of her were all props in this twenty-year latent plan. Chen Jianjun was only a fitting tool for them to live in and consume from the beginning to the end. Chen Jianjun, who was filled with grief and anger, drove his fake wife and fake son out of the house. He knew that he was terminally ill and did not have much time left. He did not want to die with half a lifetime of humiliation and the injustice of his late wife. He packed up his things and stayed at home, waiting for the fake adulterer who controlled everything behind the scenes to come. A confrontation between humans and bionic dummies begins. A middle-aged man, burdened with terminal illness, betrayal, and the pain of losing his wife, uses his remaining life as a bet to uncover the conspiracy of the dummy tribe to infiltrate humans and seek belated justice for his tragic death of his original wife. Bone-eroding illness, twenty-year deception, false family ties, and inhuman monsters are intertwined into a desperate and decisive revenge. All the false warmth comes to an end, leaving only a lonely courage to settle all debts to the malice hidden under the human skin.