The warm sunshine gently fell on the winding paths of Chuan City, casting a dappled light and shadow.
Mr. Fu looked solemn, leading two team members, rushing all the way, finally reaching the hometown of the second deceased, Li Hong.
Unlike the deceased Yang Xiu, Li Hong's parents are still alive.
However, the sudden passing of their daughter was like a sharp, chilling blade, piercing fiercely into their hearts, leaving an indelible scar.
At the entrance of a slightly rundown two-story tile house, with mottled moss climbing the outer walls, Mr. Fu and two other officers carefully settled beside the elderly couple, afraid to disturb them.
Mr. Fu leaned forward slightly, his face full of sincere apologies, speaking softly: "Dear elders, I'm really sorry to have to reopen the wound in your hearts."
"This case has dragged on for so long without giving you a satisfactory explanation, it's like a heavy stone weighing on our hearts, it's hard for us too."
