Feng Shun spoke, and Wu Tingjue could only close his mouth helplessly.
He leaned back in his chair, waiting for Wu Jueming's narrative.
Then, Wu Jueming showed some photos, the corpses in these photos died in exactly the same way as Chairman Wang.
For one person to die in such a manner is already bizarre enough.
But for a group of people to all die like this, it would be considered eerie!
"Can you tell me now, what was the cause of death for my nephew and the others?"
Wu Tingjue couldn't resist asking.
The other few also looked curious, wondering what kind of murder technique could turn the deceased into this state.
"If I said the murderer was a zombie, would any of you generals believe it?"
Wu Jueming spoke solemnly and slowly.
"Zombie? How could that be possible?"
"Director Wu, are you out of your mind?"
"I understand what you mean, you're saying someone is imitating a zombie to commit crimes, right?"
