Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

After listening, Gu Lang realized the seriousness of the problem.

"You haven't finished yet. What exactly is the current status of the hydroelectric power unit?"

"After the turbine unit malfunctioned and alarmed, my dad and his team immediately shut it down for repairs."

As a result, several seals were accidentally damaged during the disassembly process.

When we bought the hydroelectric power station, we replaced all the easily damaged parts, thinking it would last a long time.

In addition, since the seals themselves have a limited shelf life, and rubber products will naturally age if left unused for several years, there is no need to stockpile spare parts.

Unfortunately, it was precisely these seals that broke; there were no replacement parts available, so we had no choice but to put them back together and continue using them.

When I got home, the turbine could only maintain the lowest power output. If the load was increased further, it would leak water and oil.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and winter is just around the corner.

At that time, the greenhouses and farms will rely entirely on high-power electricity to maintain the temperature, and the current amount of electricity generated will not be enough to sustain them.

So I had to restore access and drive out to find repair parts.

Later, I found some flyers dropped by a drone outside, and that's when I ran into you at the dock.

What specific repair parts do you need?

"Rubber parts such as shaft seals and water seals, or polyurethane seals, and raw material tape, etc."

I've searched every hardware store and electromechanical market in the county town; those big-spec peddlers have already emptied them completely."

Bai Lang clenched his fists in anger.

After hearing this, Gu Lang's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You're in luck; I happen to have all the seals you need."

It even comes with a complete set of repair tools.

Bai Lang suddenly turned his head and stared at him, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"Really? You have it right after I said it? Are you Doraemon?"

To be precise, that batch of supplies did not belong to me; it belonged to Director He.

He carried it down from the sea-based rocket recovery platform.

Although they are marine standard seals, they come in a wide variety of types and sizes.

I reckon it should work on a water turbine unit too.

Bai Lang was overjoyed and slapped his knees hard with both hands.

"Goodness, I knew bringing you back was the right thing to do."

I'll go find Director He right now and ask him for it; I'll use the item to make a deal with him.

The assault vehicle was not far from the parking lot, and Bai Lang stood up, preparing to jump out of the vehicle.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush!"

Gu Lang stepped on the gas and pushed Bai Lang back into his seat.

"The Lynx assault vehicle has a limited carrying capacity, and we didn't know you needed repair parts when we set off."

It's impossible to have foreseen the future and bring everything that's not needed for the time being; those sealing parts are still on the speedboat.

Bai Lang paused for a second, then slumped back into his seat like a deflated balloon, his face filled with disappointment.

"It was my fault. I should have been more honest back then."

I'll just tell you directly that the turbine is broken and needs parts; maybe you've already brought the seals over.

"No need to rush. We'll definitely be going to the beach next, we can just bring it back then."

"That's all we can do. By the way, where is your speedboat moored?"

When I met you, we were already on land.

"It was parked in a secluded spot, I can't say exactly where, but it was quite safe."

"Okay, then I'll organize another trip as soon as possible."

Once the water turbine's power generation capacity is up and running, it will be able to restore power to your base station and camp.

Gu Lang parked the Lynx assault vehicle in front of the temporary prefabricated house and turned off the engine.

Bai Lang said, "I'll come find you later," and got out of the car, walking towards the dormitory building with a lighter step.

Gu Lang didn't get out of the car immediately; instead, he took out the car key and went to the back seat.

After disassembling the heavy machine gun and ammunition boxes, they were stuffed into waterproof boxes, and then all the weapons and ammunition on the vehicle were moved into the temporary prefabricated house.

After passing through the registration desk, Gu Lang pushed open a door to a room, the layout of which was immediately apparent.

It's just a standard hotel room with a private bathroom.

The furniture consisted of two single beds, a bedside table, a desk and chair set, and a wardrobe.

It's clearly a template specially made to pass the homestay standard inspection.

There was a withered potted green ivy on the windowsill.

Gu Lang tossed it into a corner, and the dried leaves immediately crumbled into dust.

He then took out the drone and drew the curtains.

The camera's infrared enhancement mode was activated, and it began searching for hidden cameras.

In this mode, the drone will actively emit infrared light.

When infrared light shines on the lens of the camera, it is reflected back.

What was originally a hidden camera will appear as a bright "white dot" in night vision footage.

This method works for any camera with a glass lens, regardless of whether it has night vision capabilities.

Any lens will reflect light.

The drawback is that the detection range is limited to about 5 meters, and it cannot detect the camera behind the one-way mirror.

Gu Lang checked each of the usual locations, such as socket holes, televisions, set-top boxes, air conditioning vents, and smoke detectors.

The thermal imaging camera was then activated to continue searching for abnormally hot objects.

After thoroughly checking the room, it was confirmed that there were no hidden cameras inside.

Only then did I feel relieved and turn on the room lights.

After quickly tidying up his weapons and ammunition, he went into the bathroom.

When you turn on the tap, a sharp hissing sound comes from the pipes.

Then a stream of rusty, muddy water suddenly gushed out, splashing yellow spots into the sink.

After about two minutes, the water gradually became clear, indicating that no one had lived here for a long time.

After draining the water, Gu Lang turned on the storage water heater.

While waiting for the water to boil, he went to the toilet.

Then I took the soap and washed all my clothes in the shower.

After hanging the clothes on a hanger, the water temperature finally rose.

Hot water poured over my body, and a cloud of white steam rose from the bathroom.

The salt spray, sweat stains, and grease that had accumulated for several months flowed into the drain along with the water.

After getting his hair trimmed, Gu Lang felt like he had finally returned to modern society, and he felt several pounds lighter.

After changing into clean clothes, he knocked on He Ping's door.

I borrowed a laptop and inserted the drone's memory card into the card reader.

I exported the hundreds of photos I had taken on the mountain and examined them closely after zooming in.

If it occurred before a disaster, it was used in conjunction with computer software called Dajiang Zhitu.

These photos can be automatically stitched together, and the data can be read to automatically generate 3D models and contour maps.

Unfortunately, this kind of software requires purchase and activation, and is forcibly bound to a hardware code.

You can only use it in offline mode if you happen to find a computer that has the software already installed and activated.

In today's environment, this is almost impossible.

Fortunately, He Ping's laptop had Photoshop installed, so Gu Lang could manually stitch the images together.

Compared to the previous hand-painted production on Xizhai Island, this saved a lot of time and effort.