"Got it now? That's called a methane gas explosion." After Huang Donglai wrapped up his demonstration, he swaggered back to his seat, turned to an utterly astonished Han Yu, and said, "It must be that the latrine pit at the Military Department hadn't been emptied for too long, resulting in an excess of methane. Then, when the prince consort squatted over the latrine in the middle of the night, he accidentally dropped the lantern into it, causing an explosion. Isn't that logical?"
While Huang Donglai was fabricating these pseudo-scientific explanations, Mr. Han's eyes, wide as copper bells, were slowly recovering from the suffocating scene that had just unfolded.
"Uh... ah..." Han Yu didn't know what to say; in a way, he had been convinced.
There is a saying, seeing is believing.
