At the thought, David's expression changed. "Wait here for me."
After saying that, he turned and ran back to the log cabin. When he reappeared, he was holding an instrument that looked like a telephone.
David turned on the power and picked up the microphone-like probe.
"This is a gas detector. It can analyze the air. If there was a shale gas explosion, there would definitely be traces of the leak left in the air."
'A gas explosion?'
Hearing David say this, Feng Jun was instantly wide awake, a sense of dread washing over him.
He remembered something from back in his hometown. One New Year, when he was a kid, he and his friends from the village had collected a bunch of unlit firecrackers.
With an incense stick in one hand and a firecracker in the other, they lit them as they walked.
Human poop, cowpats, pigsties, clay pots—they blew up whatever they saw.
