With a long sigh, Luo Baochun's face showed a look of sorrow.
"So, tell me—did Director Ma suffer some kind of misfortune?" Having roughly worked out a conclusion in his mind, Old Xu waited quietly for Luo Baochun's answer.
"Look, isn't there a whole bunch of names recorded on this?" Instead of rushing to answer Old Xu's question, Luo Baochun turned the notebook on the table around and pointed at the list of names on it, continuing, "These people aren't from the station. About two days after the apocalypse broke out, they were escorted here by a squad of SWAT. I heard this batch were serious offenders being forcibly transferred to the city prison, but they ran into a Zombie attack on the road and were forced to take shelter at the police station."
He nodded subconsciously. Remembering the SWAT vehicles he'd seen outside the station earlier, Old Xu was sure Luo Baochun wasn't lying: "And then what? Was Director Ma's death related to those people?"
