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

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

"The extent of the damage...... It's kind of serious. ”

Under the convex lens, the blackened and tattered piece of metal was blurred and covered in charred black, and I don't know how it was damaged like this.

As for the details, that is, about 30% of the stripes of the psionic path similar to the "circuit board" are well preserved, 50% are mutilated, and the remaining 20% are completely blank, and the lens shows the millimeter-level pattern in his eyes, as for whether there is nano-level technology in it, Cheng Lin can't see it.

"Maybe you can turn on the ability and see it with mental power, or you can change the magnification with higher accuracy."

He thought to himself.

"It's really serious, otherwise it wouldn't have left everyone helpless."

Professor Wu stood under the ladder and sighed.

It can be seen that he is not very confident in this, although it is theoretically feasible, but no one dares to guarantee the actual effect, if it is not really impossible, he will not rashly find Cheng Lin, a listed "researcher".

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

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

"That's good, but ...... Part? Can you control abilities to this level of granularity? ”

Wu Mingxun was suspicious, compared to the sophistication of the device, the cultivator's ability to manipulate was 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 finer the better. ”

"Yes."

Wu Mingxun didn't know why, nodded and took out a few from a cabinet, and he didn't know what they were used for, it was thinner than Cheng Lin expected, not so much a "tube" as a copper wire, only thicker than the refill of a needle-shaped ballpoint pen.

Taking out one and holding it in his right hand, Cheng Lin turned on the "Phantom Flame", a subtle aura fluctuation appeared, and then, he saw a thin black flame erupt from the tip aperture of the copper pipe.

It's like a gas welding gun.

"That's pretty much it."

Cheng Lin smiled with satisfaction, and then climbed the ladder again under Wu Mingxun's surprised gaze, holding the "welding torch" that spewed Youyan in his right hand, and followed a flashlight from the table with his left hand to fill the light, and then cautiously pointed Youyan slowly at the relatively weak part of the device.

The pitch-black flame spread silently, enveloping the damaged area, and did not spread under the restriction of the copper pipe, Cheng Lin conveyed very little spiritual energy at first, and then increased the input little by little, and the flame became more and more enchanting and weird, like a demon's tongue, licking the broken wound.

in the room.

Silence.

Cheng Lin maintained a posture, motionless, the whole person was highly concentrated, as if he had forgotten about foreign objects, at the same time, he had turned on the "body control" and "tentacles", the former is used to stabilize the right hand, control the accuracy, to repair such a subtle field, his hand needs to be as stable as a surgeon, and the latter allows him to clearly capture the changes in the part of the phantom flame without the help of any instruments.

Wu Mingxun stood nervously on the ground, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Cheng Lin's operation.

Compared with the two, it seems that Cheng Lin is more like a researcher.

"Didi."

Suddenly, the closed door made a prompt sound, and slowly opened, that is, someone opened the door from the outside, two middle-aged people walked in with folders, saw Wu Mingxun, and said: "Courtyard ......"

As soon as they spit out a word, the two of them saw Wu Mingxun turn his head suddenly, glaring at them with murderous eyes, blocking back everything they wanted to say, and then saw Wu Mingxun make a silent movement.

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

The two scholars looked at each other, both shocked.

They didn't know Cheng Lin, so they immediately had endless doubts, standing aside in a proper manner, not daring to breathe in the tense atmosphere, staring at the strange back with their eyes, secretly wondering where this is sacred? Unexpectedly, Dean Wu personally guarded it?

There are probably too many things that Wu Mingxun needs to deal with.

So, in the next few minutes, several more researchers came here, and then they were immediately silenced by the two door gods, and these people stood at the door blankly, looking in curiously, and Wu Mingxun didn't bother to pay attention to them, just stood anxiously under the ladder, rubbed his hands, looked up, and tried to see whether it was successful or not from Cheng Lin's face.

Time passed little by little, Cheng Lin was like a stone sculpture, motionless, only by observing it very carefully, would he find that his right hand was moving slowly, but because the movement was too small, it was almost imperceptible.

More and more people gathered outside the door, and gradually, when the door could not stand, they began to spread out along the corridor.

This group of scholars includes men and women, some are just ordinary researchers, and some are small cows in a certain field, or even big bulls, however, here, they can only wait quietly outside the door, curious to peep.

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

When Meng Meng put away the moon cakes and entered this corridor along the stairs, he saw this extremely strange scene.

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

They were all dressed in white coats, glasses, and folders, their faces were serious and nervous, no one talked, even their breathing was low, and there was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the corridor, and the eyes of these people were all looking at the back of the sculpture in the open door.

"You ...... this"

Senior Sister Meng was stunned, and couldn't help but speak, and immediately, she saw people on both sides of the corridor turning their heads and staring at her, the row of glasses glowing green under the light, and a strange cold feeling rushed from the vertebrae to the Tianling Gai, making Meng Meng shiver.

It was only the next second that she heard a tired exhalation mixed with relief from the silent room.

Immediately, Cheng Lin's figure finally changed.

on a ladder.

Cheng Lin slowly withdrew Youyan, lifted the opening state of the other two abilities, and recovered from the state of extreme mental tension, until this time, he found that his forehead was already covered with sweat, and his eyelashes were almost covered with sticky beads of sweat, and he wanted to blur his 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 inquiry: "Failed, or ......"

"It's finished." Cheng Lin smiled.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

The next moment, he heard the old scholar laugh uncontrollably.

Two seconds later, the people in the hallway woke up from a dream, completely unaware of what was happening, but still applauded instinctively.

For a while, the huge corridor was full of applause.

……

ps: Thank you book friend Kureha for the reward!