"Mr. Hong, these people all died under mysterious circumstances; they all died due to a lack of life force, eventually succumbing to organ failure," the young man said to Yang Hong after examining the bodies.
"Oh, that's interesting. Anything else?" Yang asked from Hong Kong.
"That's all," the young man shook his head.
"My deputy captain, what do you think?" Yang Hong said arrogantly, looking at Yin Xiaofan.
Suddenly becoming Yin Xiaofan's boss, Yang Hong relished the feeling, as if Yin Xiaofan had suddenly become inferior to him.
"If you are right, these people all died from a plague, and they all died within 10 hours, which means these people also left recently. We are getting closer to them. I suggest that these bodies be cremated as soon as possible, and then we continue to search for the remaining abandoned factories and warehouses in Tianhai City. Maybe we can find more. It's not certain," Yin Xiaofan said after thinking for a while.
