The sunshine is stronger, and the warmer it gets. The north wind is still there, but it can't dispel the warmth flowing in the air, nor can it blow away the smiles on people's faces.

Looking at the golden light shining on the streets, on the body, and the harsh light reflected back from the glass of the nearby windows, I felt the warmth and comfort of the warm current.

As the sun gets stronger, more light shines through the curtains, and the more light shines on the cocoon's face. Perhaps his eyes were not used to the harassment of sunlight, he frowned, subconsciously blocked his hand in front of his eyes, and opened his eyes.

Feeling the cold coming from beneath him, he realized that he didn't know why he was lying on the ground in a very strange position. He supported himself on his elbows, flipped slightly, and stood up. He rubbed his back, which had already been cold, and after a while, he remembered that he seemed to have a dream.

It's just that the dream has faded, and when I want to remember it, I forget it faster. He didn't remember any dreams he had at night. I just know it's a nightmare.

He walked slowly to the room, poured a glass of boiled water that had been separated for several days, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight come in, feeling the temperature of the light on his body, and feeling the coldness on his body gradually receding.

As the cold water slowly flowed into his belly, he remembered something and turned abruptly to look at the table.

The five chips were on that table, quiet.

Everything in the early hours of the morning was like a dream, which made him feel very unreal as he gradually woke up.

Touched the magic ...... Confined ...... Bang against the wall...... It's so powerful, but it doesn't hurt at all now? Is it a dream! Or is it a fantasy?

I glanced around, it was still my own home, or the familiar living room. He laughed self-deprecatingly, it turned out to be a dream, a dream that is still very real when I think about it now.

He walked over to the table and looked at the five chips, as usual, without any difference.

There is no trace of oil spillage due to burn-out of the transistor, there is no fine dust caused by the breakdown of the capacitor, and there is no crack in the resistance due to the inability to load.

All this shows that the current that is so powerful that he can't resist is fake, otherwise, these chips would have been burned beyond recognition.

He picked up the repaired chips, opened the small drawers, and tried to put them back, but when he thought of the reality of the dream, he put them back on the table, and took out the multimeter from the toolbox, which he cherished.

The multimeter is old, but it is new.

It is very old, because of the age of use, so that some parts of the watch body have been ground rough, and the stripes on the twist have been worn to almost disappear, especially the two stylus, as if they are "thin".

It is very new, it is for the surface to see the value of the glass is still very clear, there is no trace of wear, even the two red and black lines are very smooth, there is no aging cracking.

He switched the test gear to the DC gear and used two stylus stylus to randomly connect two poles of a triode on the repaired circuit board.

Under normal circumstances, the reverse resistance of the base to the collector and emitter of the triode of the PN.P structure is 430Ω-680Ω, and the forward resistance is infinite, and the resistance of the collector to the emitter is infinite without bias current.

However, the test results made him dumbfounded.

The pointer is motionless, and then the resistance is measured, and it is still motionless.

It's not scientific!

Even if the transistor is broken, there will be a value. But now, the two stylus seem to be leaning against the ends of a wooden chopstick, and there is no reaction at all.

The bottom of my heart trembled slightly, and then I tested another piece, and the same was true.

The test was good for the first two days, why is it broken today?

So, he recalled the situation before "sleeping", and his heart trembled even more, looking at the bad chip as if he had seen a ghost.

"Energy transfer"?

His hands, which had always been steady, trembled a little, and the two stylus trembled in the shadows cast by the sun like branches blown by the wind.

If the "dream" in the early hours of the morning is real, then this old-fashioned chip absorbs the energy of the other four chips with the "star-absorbing method", is it "automatically repaired"?

He took a deep breath, looked at the sunlight outside the window, closed his eyes, and imagined that the sunlight seeped into his body from the pores, extending the meridians on his body with the blood flow.

Ever since I felt that my body was very different from other people, I used various ways to understand the meridians of the human body, trying to find out the reasons for my confusion.

In books, in hospitals, and on the Internet, he was fascinated by only the meridian diagrams related to the human body, but even if he had already remembered the human body's veins clearly, he still couldn't find the slightest reason.

I went to the hospital for a check-up, and apart from getting a "very healthy" response, the doctor didn't find anything strange.

Because of this, he found some methods of self-cultivation from the Internet, in order to be able to properly control his strength, but the effect was not too great.

The only good thing is that you can make your mind calm through imagination.

So peaceful that he is extremely indifferent to everything.

Calm hands, each holding a stylus, carefully pressed against the two feet of the "huge" vacuum triode......

A typical chip is only the size of a finger. The others are not called chips, but circuit boards.

This old-fashioned circuit board is the circuit board.

Large, square, almost the palm of an adult's hand, with a lot of electronic components lying or standing on it. The wiring inside was much simpler than the wiring on the current chip or circuit board, with only eighteen wide wiring, covered with a green insulating varnish.

That's why he thinks this board is very strange.

In his experience, a normal chip, whether it is a magic chip or other chips, cannot have only eighteen lines, but dozens of lines made of copper and platinum, large and small.

Therefore, he felt that this should not be a magic chip, even if it was a waste from the Magic Association. Moreover, no one has ever said that what comes out of the Magic Association must be related to magic.

Moreover, this board is almost one-third thicker and almost half heavier than other common circuit boards.

When he was bored, he counted eighteen diodes, eighteen transistors, eighteen capacitors, eighteen resistors, and what made him even more strange was that there was a thumb-sized transformer on each of the four corners of the chip.

Your sister, when do you need so many transformers on a single road board?

Your sister, when did the components on a circuit board be eighteen?

Moreover, none of the components on it are marked with the value it can carry, and all the components are golden, which contrasts sharply with the thick green wiring on the chip.

One of the more prominent is a triode that is supposed to be a vacuum triode, the size of an adult's thumb, standing in the center of the circuit board, like a small tower.

What he wants to test now is this vacuum triode that looks like a small tower.