Soon, Mr. Qin drove personally, taking a few team members to Deng Juan's old home.
As the door opened, two elderly people were standing in the middle of the main room, supporting each other, their bodies hunched and as thin as a rake.
Seeing Mr. Qin and his team in uniform, the eyes of the two elders welled up with tears instantly.
"So... is it true?"
The elderly woman spoke shakily, her voice sounding as though it were torn from the depths of her throat, "Is it true that my daughter... is no longer with us?"
Mr. Qin's throat tightened, and he was momentarily speechless.
"We... we are still investigating, it's currently just a hypothesis, the exact situation is not clear."
Mr. Qin did not give a definitive answer.
Although in his heart, he almost believed that the white bone brought back was Deng Juan, who had been missing for years, his professional rigor and sympathy for the elderly made him choose to hold back.
