Reborn, Why The Explosion Still Happened

New Year's return homemy electric scooter suddenly exploded.

It burned the neighbor's Maybach and killed a grandmother and her grandson passing by.

My entire family drained their savings to pay compensation for me, taking on millions in debt.

The victims' families cursed me for twenty years. I worked eight jobs a day to pay it all back.

The night I finally paid off the debt, I died from overwork.

Before I closed my eyes, I heard my parents laughing outside the door:

"Actually, the Maybach was never burned. That old woman and her grandson faked their deaths. She really believed it and worked herself to death earning money!"

"What else could we do? Brandon needs money for his house and car! We've raised her all these yearsshe finally became useful."

So my twenty years were all a joke.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the explosion.

This time, I rode the electric scooter away early and sank it into the pond behind the back mountain.

Without the scooter, let's see how you perform your act!

But at three in the afternoon, the explosion still happened.

The nuts in my hand scattered across the floor. I stood frozen in place.

Impossible. I had clearly sunk the electric scooter in the pond. How could there still be an explosion?

I rushed out the door. Thick smoke billowed from the direction of the village entrance, flames shooting into the sky.

Neighbors screamed as they ran toward it. I followed, running.

My legs went weak, my heart pounded like a drum.

The scene was even more horrific than in my previous life.

That Maybach was truly burning, crackling and popping with explosive sounds.

Beside the car, two charred bodies lay on the ground, faces beyond recognition.

"Call the police!"

"Whose electric scooter is this? Why is it parked here charging?"

"Looks like it belongs to the girl from the Reynolds family. I saw her pushing it this morning!"

Everyone turned to stare at me in unison.

I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound.

This was impossible. My electric scooter was in the pond. How could it be here? How could it have exploded?

"Rachel! Is this your electric scooter?" The car owner, Mr. Lewis, crawled out of the vehicle, blood covering his face. He screamed at me hysterically:

"I'll kill you! This is my brand new Maybach! Three hundred thousand dollars! You owe me three hundred thousand!"

I backed away repeatedly, my mind blank.

In my previous life, the explosion was fake. How had it become real in this life?

And my electric scooter was clearly at the bottom of the pond. Why would it appear here?

"It wasn't me..." I mumbled, "My electric scooter isn't here..."

"You're still making excuses!" Mrs.from next door pointed at my nose and cursed, "I saw you with my own eyes this morning pushing your electric scooter out. If it's not yours, whose is it?"

"Exactly! Who else around here has a red electric scooter besides you?"

"Murderer! Pay with your life!"

The crowd surrounded me, shoving and cursing. The abuse nearly drowned meworse than in my previous life.

But at least in my previous life, I knew it was fake.

Now, two lives had truly died right before my eyes. The Maybach was truly burning.

"Rachel, what's going on?" My parents and brother pushed through the crowd.

Dad's face was ashen. Mom sat down hard on the ground, slapping her thighs and wailing:

"Dear God, what do we do? Our family will be ruined!"

My brother Brandon and his girlfriend stood to the side, eyes shifty, not daring to look at me.

The exact same scene as my previous life.

But this time, the explosion was real. The deaths were real. Did they not know?

"Rachel, is it really your electric scooter?" Brandon came over, lowering his voice.

"Didn't you push it to town for repairs this morning? How could it be here?"

I stared hard into his eyes, looking for any sign of deception. But I only saw panic.

"This isn't mine!" I said through clenched teeth. "I sank mine in the pond!"

"What?" Brandon's eyes went wide. "Rachel, what are you talking about? Are you in shock?"

"I'm not crazy! At six this morning, I pushed my electric scooter to the pond behind the back mountain. I tied stones to it and sank it! This exploded scooter isn't mine!"

The crowd went quiet for a moment, then erupted in even louder commotion.

"This girl's lost it. What nonsense is she spouting?"

"Sinking it in a pond? I think she just wants to shirk responsibility!"

"Call the police! Have them arrest her!"

Dad rushed up and slapped me across the face. "You bastard! How dare you lie! Those are two human lives!"

I clutched my face, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.

This slap hurt just as much as in my previous life.

But in my previous life, I thought Dad was truly angry and desperate.

Later I learned it was just an act, to make the performance more convincing, to make me feel more guilty, more willing to work like a slave.

But this time, the explosion was real.

If they really had orchestrated all this, then what about those two lives and that burning Maybach?

The police arrived quickly and sealed off the scene.

I was taken aside for questioning, my whole body numb.

"Name?"

"Rachel Reynolds."

"Is that electric scooter yours?"

"No." I lifted my head, eyes resolute. "My electric scooter is in the pond. I sank it myself this morning. That exploded scooter looks like mine, but it's not mine."

The officer frowned. "Miss Reynolds, we have eyewitness testimony that the electric scooter was yours. Also, we found remnants of your license plate at the explosion site."

"Impossible!" I jumped to my feet. "My license plate is A88888. What license plate did you find?"

The officer looked down at his notes. "A88888."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning and sank back into the chair.

This was impossible. My electric scooter was in the pond. How could my license plate appear at the explosion site?

Could someone have retrieved my electric scooter?

But when could that have happened? I sank it at six in the morning. It exploded at three in the afternoon. Who could have retrieved an electric scooter from such a deep pond in such a short time, then pushed it to the village entrance to charge and detonate it?

And why would they do that?

"I need to check the pond." I grabbed the officer's hand. "Come with me to the back mountain pond. My electric scooter is there. If you dredge it, you'll definitely find it!"

The officers exchanged glances. Perhaps seeing how agitated I was, they finally nodded in agreement.

The pond at the back mountain was surrounded by villagers watching the commotion.

Two officers removed their jackets and jumped into the icy water.

I waited anxiously on the shore, hands clenched tight.

As long as they retrieved that electric scooter, it would prove my innocence.

The exploded one was a fake. Someone deliberately framed me.

"Found something!" An officer surfaced, holding up an object.

My heart leaped to my throat.

It was a red plastic fragment, definitely from an electric scooter.

"Is there more down there? Where's the whole scooter?" I shouted.

The officer dove down again. After a few minutes, he resurfaced, shaking his head:

"There's nothing else down there. Just this fragment and some stones."

"Impossible!" I shrieked. "I sank the entire scooter! I tied four big stones to it. How could it be gone?"

"Miss Reynolds, are you certain you actually sank your electric scooter here?" The officer climbed ashore, his expression serious.

"There's no scooter at the bottomonly this fragment. And according to our preliminary investigation, the electric scooter wreckage at the explosion site does match your vehicle information."

"I don't know how this happened..." I held my head, my mind in complete chaos.

I clearly remembered pushing the electric scooter here, tying stones to it, watching it sink.

But now the scooter was gone, leaving only a fragment.

Had I remembered wrong? Had I never sunk it at all and instead pushed it directly to the village entrance?

Impossible. I remembered the cold of the ice, the weight of the stones tied to the seat, the bubbles rising as the scooter entered the water.

Those memories were so vivid. How could they be false?

"Rachel, stop making excuses." Mom wailed in the crowd.

"A life for a life, debts must be paidthat's justice. Our family may be poor, but we can't do such unconscionable things!"

"Exactly. The nerve to do it but not admit itwhat kind of person is that?"

"She always seemed like such an honest girl. Who knew she had such a black heart?"

The villagers' curses pierced me like knives.

I looked around. Every face was so strange yet so familiar.

In my previous life, they cursed me like this too. For a full twenty years.

But before I died in my previous life, I learned the truthI knew I'd been wronged.

In this life, even I was starting to doubt whether I really had sunk the electric scooter in the pond.

"I want to see the surveillance footage." I suddenly said. "There's a camera at the village entrance, right? Check if I pushed the scooter there!"

The officer nodded. "We've already pulled the footage, but unfortunately, the camera at the village entrance broke yesterday and hasn't been fixed yet."

My heart sank.

"What about... other cameras nearby?"

"We checked. At six this morning, you were indeed seen pushing an electric scooter out of the village, but after that, no cameras captured you."

"What about the road to the pond? Are there any cameras at the back mountain?"

The officer shook his head. "The back mountain is wasteland. No cameras."

I felt despair.

No surveillance to prove I sank the scooter. No scooter to prove my innocence. Everyone was accusing me. Even I was beginning to waver.

Could I really not have sunk it? Could the explosion truly have been caused by my electric scooter?

"Rachel, don't do this." Brandon came over, looking concerned. "Even if it was an accident, we won't blame you. We're familywe'll bear this together."

He reached out to help me up.

Looking at his hypocritical face, I suddenly felt sick.

In my previous life, he said the same thing.

"We'll bear this together." Then I was the only one who bore it. He was the only one who benefited.

"Get lost." I shook off his hand. "I don't need your fake concern."

Brandon's expression changed, then quickly returned to that aggrieved look. "Rachel, I know you're under pressure, but how can you treat me like this..."

"Enough!" Dad rushed over and kicked my shoulder. "You make a mistake and still dare lose your temper at your brother! I think you've gone mad!"

I fell to the ground, my shoulder burning with pain.

Mom rushed up too, pinching and hitting me. "You killed two people and now want to drag our whole family down! Why don't you just die!"

I curled up on the ground, letting them beat and curse me.

In my previous life, they pushed all responsibility onto me, portraying themselves as victims.

But before I died in my previous life, at least I knew it was an act.

In this life, I didn't know anymore.

If they truly didn't know the truth, if the explosion truly was an accident, then their anger now was real.

And I was the culprit who killed two people and destroyed a three-hundred-thousand-dollar luxury car.

"Stop hitting her!" An officer pulled my parents away. "The investigation isn't complete. You can't take matters into your own hands."

"What's left to investigate? She did it!" Mom wailed dramatically. "What sins did the Reynolds family commit to give birth to such a curse!"

I was brought back to the village and locked in the main hall.

Night fell. I curled up in the corner, my mind in turmoil.

Those memories from my previous life, those memories of my parents conspiringwere they real or fake?

If they were innocent, then what did my twenty years in the previous life even mean?

I felt confused. Had I really had a mental breakdown? Were all those memories from my previous life just hallucinations?

At midnight, I secretly slipped out through the window, wanting to check the pond again to see if I could find any clues.

I didn't expect to see my parents and brother at the pond.

Their voices were very low, but I still caught fragments.

"What do we do? The plan changed? Did she really sink the scooter?"

"If she really sank it, then whose was the one that exploded?"

"Forget it. It already exploded anyway. Let's proceed with the original plan..."

"What about those two lives? They really seem dead, but they're not the two people we arranged..."

"Who did it?"

"Don't know, but it works out. Saves us money on hiring actors."

My whole body went cold, as if plunged into ice.

They did have a plan.

The explosion, deaths, and debts in my previous lifethey orchestrated all of it. It was all real.

But in this life, the explosion and deaths became real, beyond their expectations.

Yet they still wanted to proceed with the original plan, still wanted me to take the fall, to be their scapegoat!

"What about the scooter in the pond?" That was Brandon's voice. "Why is it gone?"

"Don't know. Is it possible she misremembered and never sank it at all?"

"Impossible. I checked the pond this morning. There was a hole in the iceclear signs of something sinking."

"Then what happened? Did the scooter grow legs and walk away?"

"Who cares? Now there's no proof either way. Whatever she says, no one will believe her. We'll just insist it was her scooter and make her pay compensation."

"But those are two human lives. Will we really let her go to prison?"

"What prison? Just pay compensation. We'll pretend to help her bear the burden first, make her grateful, then send her out to work and earn money. Same as the planmake her our cash cow!"

I knew it. What I heard before dying in my previous life wasn't a hallucination!

This was indeed their plan!

But if all this was real, then where did the electric scooter I sank to the bottom of the pond go?

Mom and Dad didn't know. Brandon didn't know either.

They just wanted to use the same trick again, to continue bleeding me dry.

Even if they couldn't bleed me, they just wanted to pin the blame on me.

But only by finding the electric scooter could I clear my name!

Just then, I suddenly remembered.

When I first bought the electric scooter, because I didn't have enough money, I chose an installment plan.

The seller installed a tracking device in an inconspicuous spot on the scooter.