Lu Xian's ability to analyze matter was extraordinarily powerful. Although Shen Bing had exceptional eyesight and could even see details on a nanometer level when he concentrated fully, he could only see their appearance.
Demon Puppet Artisans were different. They could directly identify exactly what a substance was.
For instance, Lu Xian could instantly determine exactly how much of each substance this blackened object contained—not on a molecular level, but on an atomic level.
Lu Xian glanced at the bag.
A few breaths later, he said calmly, "Boss, this is a piece of a Phantom Vision TV's rear casing. There's no explosive residue on it. However, I found something interesting."
Shen Bing was utterly impressed by Lu Xian's ability. This blackened object probably contained dozens of different kinds of molecules, yet he had spotted the anomaly with a single glance.
"What is it?" Shen Bing asked.
"Trinitrotoluene," Lu Xian said. "There are only five molecules of it."
Shen Bing's eyelid twitched. That sounded seriously badass.
Other people tested fragments or performed chemical experiments to detect the presence of a substance. Lu Xian had directly stated how many molecules of it were present. That was ridiculously impressive.
But what really caught Shen Bing's attention was the word trinitrotoluene. Wasn't that fucking TNT?
It wasn't explosive residue, strictly speaking. It was the explosive itself—five molecules of it.
How could a substance like that possibly be present in a Phantom Vision TV he had designed? Even chemical reactions during the explosion couldn't have produced it.
The only explanation was that someone had planted explosives inside the television. While making the explosives, some trinitrotoluene molecules had clung to their hands, then transferred to the television when they handled it.
It had probably been a miniature bomb. Given TNT's explosive power, anything even slightly larger