The signal receiving device was located more than two meters above the ground. Cheng Lin carefully climbed up the ladder, stepped on the third level, and felt that the angle was right.
Taking a magnifying glass from Wu Mingxun, Cheng Lin began to observe the part inside the metal panel, which is also the main body of the device.
"The extent of the damage...is a bit serious."
Under the convex lens, the charred and broken piece of metal was blurry and covered in charred black. I don't know how it was damaged like this.
As for the details, that is, about 30% of those "circuit board"-like psychic channel stripes are well preserved, 50% are incomplete, and the remaining 20% are completely blank. The lens shows millimeter-level patterns in his eyes,
As for whether there is nano-scale technology inside, Cheng Lin can't tell.
"Maybe turn on the superpower and use your mental power to see it, or replace it with a more accurate magnifying glass."
He thought to himself.
"It is indeed very serious, otherwise everyone would not be helpless."
Professor Wu stood at the bottom of the ladder and sighed.
It can be seen that he is not very confident about this. Although it is theoretically feasible, no one can guarantee the actual effect. If he had no other choice, he would not rashly find Cheng Lin, a listed "researcher".
"Then give it a try, but to be on the safe side, start with a local area first and test the effect."
Cheng Lin looked at it for a long time and then said.
"That's good, but...partially? Can you control the superpower to such a fine level?"
Wu Mingxun suspected that compared to the sophistication of this device, the practitioner's ability to control supernatural powers seemed too clumsy.
"I'll give it a try, but I need an auxiliary tool." Cheng Lin climbed down from the ladder and looked around the room. "Is there any copper pipe? The thinner the better."
"have."
Wu Mingxun didn't know why. He nodded and took out a few pipes from a cabinet. He didn't know what they were used for. They were thinner than Cheng Lin expected. They were not so much "pipes" as they were a piece of copper wire, just a piece of copper wire.
The refill is thicker than the needle type ballpoint pen.
Taking out one and holding it in his right hand, Cheng Lin turned on the "Secret Flame", and a subtle wave of spiritual energy appeared. Then, he saw a thin "pop" spurting out from the tip hole of the copper tube.
Black flames come.
It's like a gas welding gun.
"That's pretty much it."
Cheng Lin smiled with satisfaction, and then climbed up the ladder again under Wu Mingxun's surprised eyes. He held the "welding gun" that breathed out the flames in his right hand, and took a flashlight from the table with his left hand, filled the light, and then cautiously
Slowly apply You Yan on the damaged and relatively weak parts of the device.
The jet-black flames spread silently, wrapping around the damaged area, and did not spread due to the restrictions of the copper pipes. Cheng Lin initially sent a very small amount of spiritual energy, and then gradually increased the amount of input, and the quiet flames became more intense.
It's enchanting and weird, like a devil's tongue licking the broken wound.
in the room.
Silence.
Cheng Lin maintained a posture, motionless, and his whole body was highly concentrated, as if he had forgotten about external objects. At the same time, he had activated "body control" and "antenna". The former was used to stabilize his right hand and control precision. He wanted to
To repair such a delicate field, his hands need to be as steady as a surgeon's. The latter allows him to clearly capture the changes in the part wrapped in the netherworld without using any instruments.
Wu Mingxun stood nervously on the ground, not even daring to breathe loudly for fear of disturbing Cheng Lin's operation.
Comparing the two, it seems that Cheng Lin is more like a researcher.
"Didi."
Suddenly, the closed door sounded a beep and slowly opened. It was someone who opened the door from the outside. Two middle-aged men walked in with folders. When they saw Wu Mingxun, they said: "House..."
As soon as they uttered a word, the two people saw Wu Mingxun suddenly turning his head, staring at them with murderous eyes, blocking everything they wanted to say, and then saw Wu Mingxun do what he said.
A silent action.
The two of them were stunned, and then they realized that there was a young figure in the middle of the room, lying on the altar guard's chest and busy, while their dean seemed to be watching from the side.
The two scholars looked at each other, both shocked.
They didn't know Cheng Lin, so they had endless doubts at the first moment. They stood aside quietly, not daring to breathe because of their nervousness. They stared at the unfamiliar back with their eyes, wondering who the hell was this?
He actually asked Dean Wu to personally guard him?
Probably there are too many things that Wu Mingxun needs to deal with.
So, in the next few minutes, several more researchers came here, and were immediately silenced by the two door gods. These people stood at the door blankly, looking in curiously, and Wu Mingxun was too lazy to pay attention to them, and just stood anxiously.
At the bottom of the ladder, he rubbed his hands and looked up, trying to tell whether he succeeded or not from Cheng Lin's face.
Time passed little by little, and Cheng Lin was like a stone sculpture, motionless. Only by observing very carefully could you find that his hanging right hand was moving slowly, but because the movement was so small, it was almost difficult to detect.
More and more people gathered outside the door. Gradually, no more people could stand at the door, and they began to spread out along the corridor.
This group of scholars includes both men and women, some are just ordinary researchers, and some are mavericks or even giants in a certain field. However, here, they can only wait quietly outside the door and peek curiously.
.
In this strangely silent atmosphere, no one spoke, and they could only try to communicate with their eyes, and most of these eyes finally fell on Cheng Lin's back, turning into intense curiosity.
When Meng Meng put down the mooncakes and entered the corridor along the stairs, she saw this extremely weird scene.
On both sides of the brightly lit corridor, densely packed colleagues stood side by side.
They all wore white coats and glasses, and most of them were holding folders. Their faces were serious and nervous. No one talked to them, and even their breathing was low. There was a heavy and depressing atmosphere in the corridor. As for the eyes of these people,
Without exception, he looked at the sculpture-like figure in the open door.
"What are you..."
Senior Sister Meng was stunned and couldn't help but speak. Immediately, she saw people on both sides of the corridor turning their heads to stare at her. The row of glasses glowed green under the light, and a strange cold feeling ran down their spines.
He rushed to Tianling Gai, making Meng Meng tremble.
Just the next second, she heard a sound of exhaustion mixed with relief coming from the silent room.
Immediately, Cheng Lin's figure finally changed.
On the ladder.
Cheng Lin slowly removed the Youyan, deactivated the other two powers, and recovered from the extremely tense state. Only then did he realize that his forehead was covered with sweat and his eyelashes were almost covered with sticky residue.
Thick beads of sweat almost blurred my eyes.
Wiping the sticky hair on his forehead with his arm, he took a deep breath and said with a smile: "There are results."
Immediately, he heard Wu Mingxun's nervous inquiry: "Failed, or..."
"It's done." Cheng Lin smiled.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The next moment, he heard the old scholar laughing uncontrollably.
Two seconds later, people in the corridor woke up as if from a dream. Although they had no idea what was happening, they still applauded instinctively.
For a moment, the huge corridor was filled with thunderous applause.
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