A Million Possible

The signal receiving device was located more than two meters above the ground. Cheng Lin carefully climbed up the ladder and stepped on the third-level, and found a feeling, well, the angle is right.

Taking a magnifying glass from Wu Mingxun's hand, Cheng Lin began to observe the part inside the metal panel, which is also the main body of the device.

"The damage is...a bit serious."

Under the convex lens, the burnt black metal block was blurred and covered with burnt black. I don't know how it was damaged like this.

As for the details, about 30% of the psionic pathway stripes similar to "circuit boards" are intact, 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-level technology in it, Cheng Lin can't see it.

"Perhaps the ability is turned on and you can see it with Mental Energy, or you can replace it with a higher-precision magnifier."

He thought to himself.

"It's really serious, otherwise it won't make everyone helpless."

Professor Wu stood under the ladder and sighed.

It can be seen that he is actually not very confident about this. Although it is theoretically feasible, no one can guarantee the actual effect. If it is not really impossible, he will not rush to find Cheng Lin, a listed "researcher".

"Then give it a try, but to be on the safe side, start with the local part first and test the effect."

Cheng Lin looked at it for a long time, and then said.

"It's not bad, but...partially? Can you control the power to this level of detail?"

Wu Mingxun doubted that compared to the precision of this device, the practitioner's control of abilities seemed too clumsy.

"Try it, but you need an auxiliary tool," Cheng Lin climbed down the ladder and looked around the room. "Are there any copper pipes? The thinner the better."

"Have."

Wu Mingxun didn’t know. So, he nodded and took out a few from a cabinet. They didn’t know what they were used for. They were thinner than Cheng Lin expected. It was not so much a "pipe" as a copper wire. It is thicker than the refill of a needle-type ballpoint pen.

Taking one out and holding it in his right hand, Cheng Lin turned on "Youyan", and a subtle Spiritual Qi wave appeared. Then, he saw a thin squirt out of the hole at the tip of the copper tube. The black flame comes.

It's like a gas welding gun.

"This is about it."

Cheng Lin smiled with satisfaction, and then climbed up the ladder again with Wu Mingxun’s surprised eyes, holding the “welding gun” that spit out flames in his right hand, and running a flashlight from the table with his left hand to fill the light, and then cautiously Slowly point the Youyan on the relatively weak place where the device is damaged.

The pitch-black flame spread silently, enveloping the damaged area, and did not spread under the limitation of the copper pipe. At first, the Spiritual Qi conveyed by Cheng Lin was very small, and then the input amount was increased a little bit. It became more enchanting and weird, like Devil's tongue, licking the broken wound.

In the room.

Silence is silent.

Cheng Lin maintains a posture, motionless, his whole body is highly concentrated, as if he has forgotten foreign objects. At the same time, he has activated "body control" and "tentacles". The former is used to stabilize the right hand, control precision, and want To repair such a subtle field, his hands need to be as stable as a surgeon, who allows him to clearly capture the changes in the part of the inflammation package without the use of any instruments.

Wu Mingxun stood nervously on the ground, not even breathing 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 and slowly opened. It was someone who opened the door from the outside. Two middle-aged men walked in with a folder, saw Wu Mingxun, and said, "The courtyard..."

As soon as they uttered a word, the two of them saw Wu Mingxun suddenly turning around, staring at them with murderous eyes, blocking everything they were about to say, and then they saw Wu Mingxun doing it. A silent action.

The two were stunned, only to find that there was a young figure lying on the chest of the altar guard in the middle of the room busy, and their dean seemed to be guarding by the side.

The two scholars looked at each other, and they were both shocked.

They didn't know Cheng Lin, so endless doubts arose at the first time. They stood aside properly, not daring to breathe from the nervous atmosphere, staring at the strange figure with their eyes, wondering where is this Sacred? Let Dean Wu personally guard him?

Probably there are too many things to be handled by Wu Mingxun.

So, in the next few minutes, several researchers came here, and the two door gods immediately signaled to silence them. These people stood at the door blankly, looking inwardly, and Wu Mingxun was too lazy to pay attention to them, but just stood anxiously. Under the ladder, rubbing his hands, looking up, trying to see the success or failure from Cheng Lin's face.

As time passed by, Cheng Lin was motionless like a stone sculpture. Only by observing it very carefully would he find that his dangling right hand was slowly moving, but because the movement was too small, it was almost impossible to notice.

More and more people gathered outside the door. Gradually, they couldn't stand at the door and began to spread out along the corridor.

There are males and females in this group of scholars, some are just ordinary researchers, and some are calves in a certain Realm, or even big cows. However, here, they can only wait quietly outside the door, curiously peeking .

In this weird and silent atmosphere, no one spoke, and could only try to communicate with their eyes, and most of these gazes finally fell on Cheng Lin's back, turning into a strong curiosity.

When Meng Meng placed the mooncakes and entered the corridor along the stairs, what he saw was this very strange scene.

On both sides of the brightly lit corridor, there are densely packed colleagues standing side by side.

They wear white coats, glasses, and most of them are holding folders. Their faces are serious and nervous. No one talks, and even their breathing is very low. There is a heavy and depressive atmosphere in the corridor. As for the expressions in these people's eyes Without exception, he looked at the sculpture-like back figure in the open door.

"You are..."

Senior Sister Meng was taken aback and couldn't help but speak, and immediately, she saw people on both sides of the corridor swiping and turning their heads to stare at her, the row of glasses glowing green under the light, a strange feeling of coldness from the spine. It rushed to Tianling Gai, which made Meng Meng shiver.

In the next second, she heard a sound of exhaustion mixed with relief from the silent room.

Immediately, Cheng Lin's figure finally changed.

On the ladder.

Cheng Lin slowly withdrew from You Yan, released the other two powers, and recovered from an extremely tense state. It was only then that he found that the forehead of own was covered with sweat, and almost all of his eyelashes were sticky. The sweat beading, I want to blur my eyes.

Wiping the sticky hair on his forehead with his arm, he exhaled deeply and smiled: "There is a result."

Immediately, he heard Wu Mingxun's nervous question: "Failed, or..."

"It's done." Cheng Lin smiled.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The next moment, he heard the old scholar's uncontrollable laugh.

Two seconds later, the people in the corridor woke up like a dream. Although they didn't know what was happening, they still clapped instinctively.

For a time, the huge corridor was thunderous with applause.

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