In the conference room, Old Xu and others were lined up, while Watanabe and others were tied up like a bunch in a corner.
But none of this was the focus; all eyes were fixed on the center of the stage.
"When did he start showing abnormalities?"
"About five minutes before I came to find you."
"What were the specific symptoms?"
"Convulsions, trembling, foam at the mouth. Similar to epilepsy."
After hearing Hua Biao's report, the wrinkles on Old Xu's forehead immediately deepened: "It seems this mutation happens very rapidly."
"Yes, Captain, why is this happening? They were normal people when alive, so why would they mutate after being killed?"
To Hua Biao's question, Old Xu had no answer; after all, he was just a soldier, not a doctor.
Even if a doctor were present, without relevant pathological research, they might not be able to draw a conclusion.
"Not sure, but that's not important anymore. How are those three guys?"
