Neglected Thoughts

Time was passing quickly and within the blink of an eye the sky had turned dark. Zhao Yu was on the phone with someone inside his small bungalow.

"Hello… why doesn't this work anymore?" Zhao Yu was poking at the stove with one hand letting the flames grow larger, while the other held the phone he was speaking to Li Luoyun on. "Leader Li, why not try slapping him in the face? If that doesn't work, stab him with needles!"

"Stop joking around!" Li Luoyun said. "The doctor said that Jiang Ke's head had withstood a heavy blow. Although there's no need for a craniotomy, he's definitely unconscious and not faking it. The doctor also said that his body was covered in wounds that were in line with those of an explosion. Detective Zhao, it seems that there was some kind of explosion at the nightclub the other day. Do you know what happened?"