After hearing Lu Zheng's words, Zhu Qinghao was so excited that she couldn't speak for a long time.

Although there was no concrete evidence, she felt that it was almost certainly true.

Seeing that the two of them remained silent, Lu Zheng grew anxious. He suppressed his excitement and cautiously asked:

"You two comrades asked me these questions not out of boredom or idle chatter, right?"

Although he couldn't be sure, his eyes were full of hope, and his eyes were even red and his lips were trembling slightly.

After reading it, Zhu Qinghao and Sheng Yi decided to reveal their guesses to him.

If they are truly family, then no one would want to miss out on them.

"Comrade Lu, please don't be in a hurry, let me explain slowly."

Wishing Qing well made Lu Zheng realize that he was getting a little excited, and in order not to worry the two of them, he quickly and obediently lay down on the bed.

But the way he was clutching the quilt and his tightly pursed lips silently revealed the turbulent emotions churning within him.

Zhu Qinghao saw it, but she also knew that the best thing to do at this moment was to explain things to him as soon as possible, otherwise he might become even more uneasy.

While Sheng Yi was examining Lu Zheng's wounds, Zhu Qinghao explained her guesses and the reasons behind them in detail:

"It's like this, Officer Lu. When your grandfather saw that photo when he was young, he felt that the person looked very familiar. After looking at it a few more times, I realized that it was my uncle who looked a lot like him."

"My uncle was adopted by my grandfather when he was a child. He was about three or four years old at the time. He was led around by a slightly older child with a rope tied around his neck."

It's said that everyone on the street found it strange, and many people inquired about it, but at that time, most people were barely able to protect themselves, so he ended up at our house.

"Later, since my grandfather couldn't find his family anywhere, he simply adopted him as his godson. He grew up with my father and my aunt, and eventually became my uncle..."

Hearing this, Lu Zheng clenched his fists even tighter, biting his lips until they turned white. The age matched, the appearance matched, and Zhu Qinghao's uncle was most likely his long-lost uncle.

"Comrade Zhu, where is my uncle... your uncle-in-law? Would you mind telling me? If..."

After asking the question, he seemed to realize he had been presumptuous and quickly swallowed back what he hadn't finished saying.

"Comrade Zhu Qing, are you sure that your uncle looks remarkably like my grandfather when he was young? Or have you seen a picture of your uncle when he was a child?"

"I'm sorry, Comrade Zhu Qinghao, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that this matter has troubled my family for many, many years, and I needed to confirm it before I sent the message home."

Zhu Qinghao expressed her understanding and immediately waved her hand:

"It's alright, Officer Lu. I understand how you feel. I didn't originally intend to send the message home right away."

If things aren't agreed upon beforehand, and something goes wrong, both sides might have wasted time and effort only to end up disappointed – a scenario neither of them wants to see.

However, Lu Zheng just came up with a great idea. She doesn't have a photo of Zhao Cheng when he was a child, but she has one in her spatial storage!

When she moved out of the house, she took many of the family's most cherished items with her.

After all, if you don't take it with you, it will only end up being destroyed.

He originally just wanted to take it away and keep it in his space as a souvenir, but he never expected it to come in handy at this time.