Alien signal? It seems to be from me.

Chapter 7 Oxygen Cutting
weekend.

City library.

Zhou Ke was sitting in a wheelchair, casually flipping through the "Confessions" in front of her, but her attention was not at all on Tolstoy's masterpiece in front of her.

Her beautiful big eyes blinked, her mouth slightly opened, and she looked at Zhou Zheng, who was sitting opposite her, with a look as if she had seen a ghost.

No!

She understood why her lazy brother suddenly changed his personality and came to the library to read books.

But what's the situation when he is reading a book on oxygen cutting with great interest!
Changed career?
Are you planning to switch from Chenxi Technology to the automotive sheet metal industry?

Zhou Ke wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally all his words turned into a long sigh.

Do whatever you want, as long as you are happy.

I'm just a pitiful, helpless and greedy high school girl.

Oxygen cutting.

It is a method of using the heat energy of a gas flame to preheat the cutting point of the workpiece to the ignition point, and then ejecting a high-speed cutting oxygen flow to cause the metal to burn and release heat to achieve cutting.

One of the most critical factors in achieving oxygen cutting is that the ignition point of the material being cut must be lower than the melting point.

Zhou Zheng looked at the books in front of him with a somewhat awkward expression.

"Below melting point?"

Please, the hatch inside the treatment bay can withstand even close-range explosions.

It was as hard as a drunkard from Northeast China who had slept outside all night.

The temperature at which oxygen burns is obviously not enough to melt the alien alloy, so he needs a more powerful combustion aid.

After witnessing the strength of the hatch with his life, his goal has now changed.

Let’s not talk about opening the door for now, at least we have to be able to break through the defense first.

So far, I can't even let the hatch suffer any minor damage.

All means have been exhausted. If the hatch had consciousness, it would be moved to tears. I thought that after so many years, it finally met a kind-hearted person to maintain it.

If we continue like this, we’ll be in trouble!
Zhou Zheng looked angry.

If I can’t open the hatch, I can’t get the mechanical prosthesis. If I can’t get the mechanical prosthesis, I can’t replicate myself in reality. If I can’t replicate myself in reality, my sister can’t stand up.

Depend on!
So all the problems are back to square one again.

It's like the basic question of how to fit an elephant in a refrigerator - open the door.

Zhou Zheng now has some ideas and is just waiting to enter his dream again to put them into practice.

As for now...

"Brother, I'm hungry."

"Are you hungry? Didn't you just have hot pot?"

"Zhou Zheng! That's already lunch!"

He looked up in shock.

I don't know when the night has fallen. People are hurrying on the road. The cold night wind is howling and blowing up the snow on the ground.

"Wait a minute! Just bear with it!"

Zhou Zheng barked like a dog: "I'll be done with this place soon."

Zhou Ke was shocked, not knowing how such cruel nonsense could come out of a human's mouth.

Ruined!
It seemed like the favor of her brother was about to be snatched away by oxygen cutting.

Zhou Ke cried.

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"Director, please don't cry!"

Dongxia Space Administration.

The colleague's sister looked at Zhu Xutai with tears in her eyes and tried to comfort him in a panic.

"Xiao Li, I really didn't cry."

Zhu Xu spoke too weakly, and even felt too lazy to explain.

A few years ago, a fortune teller told him that he might be under a lot of pressure when he turned 40. At that time, he was dismissive. After all, in his position, there was no day without pressure.

Now I think I was too naive and didn’t expect the pressure to be so great.

After four consecutive days and nights, Zhu Xutai's tear glands were broken.

The long hours of continuous work made his eyes dry and sore, and tears kept flowing.

Just then, a colleague saw him like this while delivering coffee, and thought he was overwhelmed by work. Looking up at the young man's innocent face in front of him, Zhu Xutai hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Old!"

"It's only been four days and I can't hold on any longer."

I have also endured four days, but when I see young people in their early twenties still full of energy and vitality, I can already feel the King of Hell pulling at my legs.

"Director, have you had no rest for the past four days?"

Comrade Xiao Li put down his coffee and asked in a shocked tone.

"No, how can I rest when no one else does?"

Zhu Xutai took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes, but the tears still kept flowing.

"But……"

"We all slept."

"Although we didn't sleep for very long, everyone would take turns sleeping for about 20 minutes when they couldn't hold on any longer."

Comrade Xiao Li whispered, "Can't we take a break?"

No.

Actually it is possible.

Comrade Xiao Li, you are right to do this.

Zhu Xutai secretly clenched his fists under the table.

The main reason was that he was already very sleepy the next day and didn't even notice that they had taken a break.

The mission of deciphering alien signals is so critical.

Seeing that no one else had rested, how could he, as the person in charge, ignore others and let them rest? So he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Hahahahahahahaha, so everyone gets a break?

Zhu Xutai coughed twice as if he was choked, and only after he emphasized to Xiao Li several times that he could rest did he finally make her believe it.

Now the progress of repairing the alien signal is more than halfway. I believe it won’t be long before we can know what the mysterious alien civilization said in the signal.

After taking a look at the steaming coffee on the table, Zhu Xutai finally didn't drink it.

I set the alarm for twenty minutes, and the first snoring sounded.

A lot of people with good sleep quality feel like they were hit on the back of the head with a stick and passed out.

……

In a dream.

It's the familiar alien spaceship again.

Zhou Zheng, who had just finished studying in the library, stood firm against the wall, his eyes gradually becoming firm as he looked at the sturdy hatch in front of him.

The previous explosion was a mistake, but I believe it will succeed this time.

The whole day in the library was not wasted. He has now mastered many metal cutting theories.

All that’s left is practice.

What he was facing was not a moving alien spaceship, but just a metal hatch.

He just didn't believe that Earth's technology over the years couldn't build a door.

Just do it.

The materials are all ready-made and can be disassembled from the spacecraft.

When Zhou Zheng returned again, he was carrying the simple oxygen cutting machine he had assembled.

Wearing sunglasses made from a discarded space suit helmet, accompanied by the noise of the machine starting up, a high-temperature flame burned fiercely from the nozzle and finally condensed into a pure white flame beam.

Work begins.

"..."

"Fuck! This is so unfair!"

Zhou Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the hatch in front of him, which had not changed at all except for its color, and let out a scream of disbelief.

After burning at one point for half an hour, there was not even a trace of melting on the hatch.

God knows where these aliens got the alloy material to be so strong to this ridiculous degree.

Fortunately, he had anticipated the situation and threw away the spray gun in his hand.

Next, it’s time to increase the intensity!
(End of this chapter)