The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 204 Shen Le: Compass makes me a pirate?

repair……

Repair again...

People are missing, and the golden rescue time is about to pass, so what you come up with is to try to repair your compass?
You really are the one who knows how to repair things, those who have superpowers don’t have as strong as you, and those who have superpowers don’t know how to repair things as well as you do?

The director of the Special Affairs Bureau didn't know how to complain. His black stubble twitched twice, and he had to swallow the words back.

Shen Le is a non-staff expert. He repeatedly reminds himself that he is a non-staff expert, not a full-time staff member of the Special Affairs Bureau.

It’s good that he is willing to help. He is willing to go out to sea with us and even dive underwater to look for people. This is already very proactive.

At this time, he wanted to go back and repair his compass...

No matter whether he felt that he could not handle it and escaped under the pretext of repairing the compass, or he sincerely felt that the compass needed to be repaired in order to have a chance of finding the person, in short, these full-time staff members of the Special Affairs Bureau had nothing to complain about!

"So...is there anything I can help you with?"

He even managed to force a smile:
"Whether it's personnel, supplies, or authority, if you need anything, please speak up!"

He was generous in his words, but Shen Le didn't really need anything for the time being. When the rescue ship returned, he immediately started the experiment mode:

The wooden boards of the shipwreck were cut into pieces and chiseled into a shape similar to the compass. However, since the size was not suitable, the carpenter's skills were used to make mortise and tenon joints to piece the small pieces together into a large one.

Then, I went to find my senior brother, the doctor:

"How is it? Have you come up with any results? This kind of wood needs to be dehydrated, desalinated and desulfurized using supercritical CO2 fluid extraction. What are the process parameters?"

God have mercy on him. He had looked up the papers himself and found that different types of wood have different moisture contents, so the temperature, pressure, flow rate and drying time required are all different.

Then I looked for other applications of this process, such as extracting basil, evening primrose, chlorophyll, and graphene...

Different goals lead to different processes. Shen Le had no choice but to lie down and hand over the task of determining the process to his doctoral senior, who laughed at him:
"You should have handed it over to me a long time ago. This paper looks simple. When we wrote it, we did countless experiments to calculate the most suitable process parameters...

Otherwise, why would they give two names to the Institute of Aerospace? They borrowed their supercomputers!"

The threshold was so high that Shen Le simply didn't try to cross it. He entrusted the task to his senior brother, and came here to ask today, and successfully got the answer:
“You soak the wood in anhydrous ethanol for 24 hours, put it in an extraction kettle—our extraction kettle is one liter, which is relatively small—and set the temperature to 45°C and the pressure to 20MPa.

The flow rate is 40-50 liters/hour, the drying time is 6 hours, and the cycle is repeated twice, each time for 3 hours. Then, you can wait to receive the results! ”

So it didn't take two days in total. Shen Le waited patiently for two days and received a new compass that had been dehydrated by more than 70%, desalinated by more than 40%, and had almost no sulfide.

and……

Shen Le narrowed his eyes, looked it up and down carefully, tested it with instruments, and then touched and soaked it with the heat in his hands.

Very good, this treatment method has basically no loss on the black gas or supernatural energy attached to the wood of the shipwreck.

In other words, his compass can also be treated in this way! It will not damage the spirituality of the compass!
It only takes two days!
He reset the parameters based on the water content of the compass and the data given by his senior brother.

Fortunately, the compass was not big, and the one-liter extraction kettle could easily fit the compass. After waiting for two days, he happily received a processed compass:

The shape remains the same, but the size has changed slightly, as the silver wire embedded inside is a bit twisted and needs to be straightened.

The most important thing is that its spirituality has basically not changed. Once it is in his hands, it begins to tremble violently.

Shen Le could even see that it was like a whirlpool, trying its best to absorb the black air in the museum:
Eager, greedy, and insatiable. Shen Le put it next to the measuring instrument and watched the numbers on the measuring instrument jump one second at a time, one second at a time...

Very good, after most of the repair work has been completed, it has become stronger, so it can absorb more resentment from the sunken ships?

Shen Le simply held up the compass and walked slowly in the museum. The skeleton room was completely sucked out, and those human skeletons almost showed white in the spiritual eyes;
The iron room was completely sucked out, and the weapons that might have been the swords carried by their owners were covered in dull rust and decay, without a trace of resentment;

After the star-pulling board was sucked, this set of dark wooden boards soaked with resentment actually revealed brown lines;
The countless times of measuring the stars, the memories of sailing, as well as the owner's passion, persistence, anger, sorrow and despair, all flowed into the compass that once guided the route together, like a whale sucking water.

Well done!

Work harder!

After absorbing all the black air, the restorers can work without any obstacles!

Shen Le was in high spirits, trying to encourage the compass in his hand. However, when he held the compass and walked to the huge tank where the entire sunken ship was sleeping, the smile on his face soon froze: the compass absorbed a little bit of black air, and the thought of "enough" and "can't take it anymore" came to him again.

Obviously, a compass is too small compared to the entire ship. Even if it tries its best to absorb, it cannot contain all the resentment...

"All right……"

Shen Le sighed helplessly. In theory, he knew that the compass had not been completely repaired, for example, the silver wire had not been rusted, corrosion-inhibited, sealed, or reset;
For example, those copper frames outside have not been completely installed and adjusted;
But he had a feeling that even if all these things were repaired, they might not add much power to it.

Therefore, Shen Le simply found a quiet room and began to use his spirituality to touch the compass and slowly meditate. Soon, the waves came over him, and once again wrapped Shen Le in memory:
This time, the young man, full of vigor and vitality, held his head high and walked barefoot, ignoring the persuasion of his friends, and rushed towards the Red Flag Gang without hesitation.

Then, he slightly widened his eyes and watched a woman, surrounded by a crowd, quickly walk towards them——

The woman looked to be in her early twenties and was not tall. From Shen Le's modern perspective, who had seen many celebrities, she was not particularly beautiful.

The blue homespun top and black wide-leg pants are not much different from those of the local fishermen;

However, that unique demeanor and bearing made even Shen Le unable to help but take another look:
She wore a bright red cape behind her, fluttering in the sea breeze. The sunlight shone down on her body, outlining a golden edge that was unusually brilliant.

He held his head high, his back straight as a sword, and when he spoke to anyone, he looked straight ahead. On the contrary, the men with swords around him kept looking down and away.

However, when he spoke to these newly recruited young men, he smiled and looked gentle. He asked them one by one in a low voice:

"what's your name?"

"How old?"

"Who else is at home?"

"Why did you join the Red Flag Gang?"

Shen Le didn't need to concentrate to feel the boy's heart pounding. Almost immediately, he was slapped on the back, causing him to fall forward:
"Little boy! Look at me in amazement! That's Mrs. Long!"

The young man lowered his head as if he was burning. That woman was the wife of the Red Flag Gang leader "Brother Long" and the eldest sister-in-law of the entire pirate group.

There are many legends about her. Some say that she is nine feet tall, with a waist that is ten times bigger than her. She fought with Brother Long on the sea, and no one could match her with their scimitars.
Some people also said that she was born a prostitute and her appearance was as charming as Daji, which is why she bewitched Brother Long and the Red Flag Gang, and they were all devoted to her;

Some people also said that she was born as a witch, who could call the wind and rain, predict the wind and waves at sea, and call sharks to help the fleet fight...

It turns out that she is such a beautiful woman?
He knew clearly that he shouldn't look too much, but he couldn't help but raise his head slightly and glanced at her again and again out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Sister Long had walked up to him and asked softly:
"What's your name? How old are you?"

The boy shuddered. He could hardly find his tongue, but he heard himself stammering and trying to answer:

"Tian...Tianbaozi. Thirteen years old..."

"Thirteen years old? Too young." Mrs. Long took a step back, looked him up and down, and even raised her hand to compare. The boy's face flushed:

The palm that was level with his head only reached the center of Long Sao's eyebrows and was still a little short of the top of her head.

"I'm not a kid anymore!" A sudden surge of heat urged him to speak louder:
"No boy in the village who is older than me can swim as fast or as far as I can, and no one can steer a boat as well as I can! I have even fought sharks! Let me get on the boat, I can do anything!"

There was a chuckle all around. Long Sao's eyes curved slightly, with a ray of tenderness and pity flashing in them:
"Okay, okay, you're not a kid anymore. Why did you come to the Red Flag Gang? If you board our ship, you'll be risking your life!"

"I'm not afraid!" The young man straightened his chest even more, as if he wanted to use his still thin chest to meet the sword:
"I don't want to fish for others all my life! I'm an orphan, and I won't be able to afford my own boat if I work like this for my whole life... It's better to give it a try than to suffer all my life!"

Mrs. Long looked him over carefully. From his tanned face, to his thin body, to his bare feet covered with rust. After a moment, she sighed softly:
"Obey the rules when you're on board. Learn how to operate the boat and practice martial arts well... I'm looking forward to the day when you can lead a boat on your own!"

"do not worry!"

The young boy joined the Red Flag Gang, mopping the deck, scooping water, pulling sails, climbing masts, practicing martial arts, fighting, following the seniors to board and rob boats.

Within a few years, he went from a lowly sailor to the captain of a ship, and became the adopted son of "Brother Long", the leader of the Red Flag Gang, and of course, the adopted son of Sister Long.

Just when he thought that life would continue like this, a bolt from the blue struck everyone in the Red Flag Gang:

"Oh no! Brother Long is dead!!!"

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