Ye Qing returned to his room, took out a sheet of white paper, and with a few simple strokes, sketched out a simple diagram of a building.
Ye Qing carefully recalled what he had seen today in the ruins, gradually marking spots on the building's walls. The areas he marked were severely damaged, the bricks even shattered.
The severely damaged areas Ye Qing had seen today were all marked on the building diagram. Looking at these spots, Ye Qing's frown deepened more and more.
"How could this be?" Ye Qing murmured quietly to himself, his eyes growing colder as he stared at the diagram.
Meanwhile, at the same time, inside the police station detention room, a middle-aged man sat restlessly. Due to excessive nervousness, he appeared somewhat agitated, unable to sit still.
