Originally thought it was another family tragedy caused by some unknown reasons.
But Zhou Dabao's words denied this speculation.
This made the case appear even more shrouded in mystery.
Upon arriving in town, they parked the car directly in front of Zheng Yue's family's supermarket.
Almost a month had passed, but Wang Yu still hadn't overcome the pain of losing her daughter, so the supermarket remained closed.
Zhou Dabao gave her a call and learned that she and her husband were at home.
"They're home, let's go up directly."
Zheng Yue's house was a self-built three-story small building, with the entire ground floor opened up as a supermarket. The second and third floors were for living.
However, possibly for aesthetic reasons, the staircase was designed at the back.
Everyone followed Zhao Dabao up the stairs smoothly and knocked on the door of the second-floor entrance. Soon, a haggard-looking middle-aged woman answered the door.
"Captain Zhou, you've come, please come in."
