"Furthermore, Marshal, this person's death is the same as Meng Huxiu's half a month ago. He also died suddenly, and the cause of death is very puzzling."
"Meng Huxiu?" Tang Ye questioned as he looked at Old Cheng's face, memories swirling in his mind, and finally locked onto an image. Just before he had entered the elevator, among the four soldiers guarding the door, one had been him.
"Marshal Meng Huxiu, you might not recognize him. He was a logistics soldier of the First Army Corps. Half a month ago, he was on duty at the zombie-defense wall in Zone B, and after his shift ended, someone found his body, with no apparent disease or chronic toxin that could suspect a slow death; he died suddenly."
"So this is the second case."
"Yes."
"Fine, since you can't figure out anything, go take a look at what that eye has seen," Tang Ye's gaze suddenly moved to the nearby security camera, speaking indifferently.
