"Mr. Zhang, I was wrong about this matter, but I'm not crazy. Both of you, please don't worry..."
Fu Weijun shook his head slowly and took a ziplock bag out of his pocket: "This is what they've been eating."
Everyone's eyes focused on a pale gold slice the size of a broad bean lying in the ziplock bag. From the appearance, it didn't look like anything poisonous.
"Weijun, what is this?"
Xie Yanshan adjusted his glasses, and since the prescription wasn't right, he almost pressed his eyes against the ziplock bag, but unfortunately, he couldn't identify what was inside.
Zhang Su had a hunch but wasn't sure, so he said, "Just tell us everything at once. I want to see how convincing your reason is!"
"This isn't some random thing."
Saying this, Fu Weijun handed the ziplock bag to Zhang Su. After the latter accepted it, he continued, "This is a thalamus extracted from a liquefied gas zombie brain!"
"Wh-what..."
"Oh my god!"
