"Yes, someone tampered with the process."
"You mean, among the four of us, someone's playing tricks?"
"Exactly, that's what I mean."
Medanzo wheeled his chair around the ward for a few laps, then suddenly laughed quietly.
"Interesting, really interesting."
Feeling increasingly excited, he revealed a morbid smile: "Indeed, I've also been pondering over this matter. But the thing is, the real culprits capable of doing this aren't limited to just the four of us."
Long Ling spoke indifferently: "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, you're also a suspect."
A strange light flickered in Medanzo's eyes as he spoke with implied depth: "After all, you are Alpha, where it all begins. Dark Matter, it all split from your own body. Is it possible that you tampered with that portion of Dark Matter, trying to transform your own army?"
