At this moment, seven or eight family members arrived one after another on the bridge.
They gathered together in silence, among them were the deceased's biological parents and siblings.
Mr. Zhang Kun stepped forward, his expression as solemn as a sky covered in dark clouds.
"Hello, I am the district police station director."
"I feel very sympathetic and compassionate towards this incident, and I ask you to please refrain from grieving."
The two elderly people across immediately burst into tears, the tears cascading down their wrinkle-laden faces.
They stumbled to the edge of the bridge, turned to look down, and suddenly cried out as if struck by lightning.
Zhang Kun stepped forward and asked, "May I ask..."
At that moment, a middle-aged man spoke in a hoarse voice, "I am her brother."
"I see that your emotions are slightly more stable, so I will briefly explain the basic situation to you."
