Just as the words left his mouth, Mr. Ma walked over.
Li Jian quickly introduced, "This is our director, Mr. Ma."
The middle-aged man standing nearby immediately stepped forward and respectfully said, "Director, hello, I am Zhao Jian's cousin."
Mr. Ma nodded gently, a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
"Have you all agreed on the matter of exhumation and autopsy?"
The middle-aged man nodded without hesitation, "Completely agreed."
"They have already explained it to us in detail."
He sighed and said, "Although we rural people emphasize feng shui, good feng shui shouldn't have brought such a disaster to my cousin's family."
"So many years have passed, and the souls of their family have yet to rest in peace."
"As long as there is a glimmer of hope to find the murderer, we will fully cooperate."
"I believe their spirits in heaven will also support this decision."
These words sent a shock through Mr. Ma's heart.
