"How did he die?" Jiang Cheng pressed.
A moment later, the answer came from Su An. The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng hesitantly and said, "They said... they said Zero... no, that's not right. Shao Tong. Shao Tong died of an illness."
"Died of an illness..."
The answer made Jiang Cheng's scalp prickle. The ominous feeling in his heart was slowly coming true. He knew he had been drawn into a huge conspiracy.
Su An had been brought to the base after Shao Tong's death, so it made sense that he didn't know Shao Tong. And Jiang Cheng couldn't see any reason why these Deep Red members would lie to him.
During the questioning that followed, the Deep Red members all said they hadn't known Shao Tong well. After all, they were usually locked in their own rooms, and people dying in the base was perfectly normal. They had all grown used to it.
In a sense, death was more like a release for them.
Looking at the Deep Red members' faces, which showed no hint of acting, Jiang Cheng instinctively grew wary. Everything seemed to have fallen into place far too smoothly. His keen senses told him something was wrong. He scanned their faces one by one, his mind racing.
The atmosphere grew oppressive, and the air seemed to freeze. At last, Jiang Cheng realized what was wrong. "Tell them that everyone who knows a person called Zero, and knows that he died of an illness, should step forward." Jiang Cheng bypassed the fat man and gave Su An the instruction directly.
Su An looked at the fat man. When the fat man nodded, he blew his whistle. After several short blasts, the sight before them made the fat man frown: an entire row of Deep Red members