Alien signal? It seems to be from me.

Chapter 8 Cut Open?!

Although the oxygen cutting failed, it was not a complete failure.

Looking at the part of the hatch that had changed color due to the continuous high temperature, Zhou Zheng nodded with satisfaction.

It's not a big deal, it's something that was expected.

I am not afraid of failure, I am just afraid of working hard for a long time but getting no results.

Although it only changes color, it proves that this method is effective.

The next step is actually very simple.

It can be summed up in four words.

Bricks fly!!!

High temperatures can change the internal structure of metal and are generally the simplest and most effective way to cut metal.

Since the temperature of oxygen cutting is not high enough, we should continue to find ways to increase the temperature.

Since Earth's technology doesn't work, let's add some alien technology.

Isn't that what technology itself is?

Keep adding more ingredients until the new product reaches the level you want.

From civilian aircraft to fighter jets, and from fighter jets to space rockets.

From pagers to telephones, and from telephones to today's smartphones.

From the bows and crossbows of ancient wars to the rifles and sniper rifles of today.

Looking at the development process of science and technology, it is actually a process of adding materials to the same demand or even the same product.

Just like Zhou Zheng now.

Since the force of the bow and arrow is not enough to penetrate the armor, let's switch to more powerful firearms.

Since the temperature of oxygen welding cannot melt alien metals, the fuel is replaced with spacecraft fuel.

and so.

It's time to increase the intensity.

The idea was there, but problems arose when it came to practice.

"This stuff isn't taught in the book!"

Zhou Zheng looked at the fuel crystal in front of him, then looked at the oxygen cutting machine on the side, his eyes filled with confusion.

The book only describes the principle and structure of the oxygen cutting machine, and even gives detailed and formulaic descriptions of its usage and operation.

Coupled with Zhou Zheng's little talent and excellent hands-on ability, it is easy for him to make an oxygen cutting machine by hand.

But when we got to the alien spaceship...

It’s not written in the book!
The idea did come up, but how to perfectly insert the fuel crystal into the oxygen cutting machine to replace the oxidizer as a new fuel became a problem.

The confidence I just had has been replaced by irritability after several failed attempts.

Not to mention his physical weakness, which forced him to stop and rest after trying a few times.

Earth's technology is very similar to alien technology in many aspects, and many technologies can even be perfectly integrated.

But when it comes to energy, the development paths of the two sides are completely different.

The energy on Earth is generally based on oil, which is known as the blood of the Earth. Common energy sources are also mainly liquid and gaseous, with the most added being electricity.

Fuel crystals, a pure solid energy source, are not only rare on Earth but can be said to be unheard of.

I've never even heard of it, let alone had any experience using it!

Zhou Zheng felt numb as he looked at the energy crystal in front of him.

The energy contained in this thing is terrifying. I believe that as long as it is modified into a high-temperature cutting machine, it will be possible to open the treatment cabin door.

But Zhou Zheng is now like a stupid treasure hunter who has entered a treasure mountain but cannot find anything. He is so anxious that he scratches his head and can't think of a solution.

The time when I hated illiteracy the most.

"I can only use the most stupid method."

Zhou Zheng felt the weakness coming from every part of his body. Maomao sighed, "I hope I can live to see the day I succeed."

According to past experience, if he were in survival mode, he could only last seven days before dying.

But if he just lies down and plays badly, he will die of hunger in three days at most.

then.

Day after day of trial and error began.

Day and night passed, and then the sun set again. Until the early morning of the third day, excited cheers finally rang out on this planet again.

Zhou Zheng is no longer a human being now.

His already weak body and the high-intensity and inhumane work accelerated the passing of his life.

It's only been two days, and this body can't take it anymore.

Fortunately, it finally succeeded.

After repeated failures, he finally succeeded in embedding the fuel crystal into the high-temperature cutting machine, completely replacing the oxygen cylinder as fuel.

"It's not bad. I almost thought I would have to die to succeed."

Thinking back to the hard days of the past two days, Zhou Zheng was about to cry out loud.

There is no justice!

It’s bad enough that I’m a beast of burden in reality, but why am I still a beast of burden in my dreams?
Is there any rest for this world?

Fortunately, the efforts finally paid off.

Next, it’s time to let the little slut see the passion of Brother Zhou Zhenghao.

Come on baby, melt in my heat!

Zhou Zheng dragged his weak body and struggled to lift the high-temperature cutting machine in his hand.

As the fuel crystal emitted a faint blue light, a deep purple flame took shape instantly.

He held the spray gun firmly and aimed it at the hatch. As the flames licked the metal in front of him persistently, it finally melted under Zhou Zheng's gaze.

Although the change is small, it has indeed melted.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"I'm done!"

A burst of vigorous laughter suddenly rang out, making Zhou Ke almost think that his brother had gone crazy.

Looking at his sister's concerned eyes as if she was looking at a fool, and then looking at the familiar ceiling above his head, he realized that he was awake.

Excessive weakness coupled with sudden excitement.

Based on past experience with deaths, it is most likely due to diseases such as myocardial infarction.

The death was so sudden that Zhou Zheng couldn't even distinguish between reality and dreams.

"Brother, if it doesn't work, let's go to the hospital."

Zhou Ke spoke with concern, but his look of disgust was as if he was looking at a mentally disabled person.

What kind of dream was this?

I didn’t really dream about my sister-in-law, did I?

Touching his nose awkwardly, Zhou Zheng looked at Zhou Ke's eyes and slapped her on the head with his hand: "Don't ask about adults' affairs."

"You're bullying a disabled person!" Zhou Ke responded with an exaggerated tone: "You're inhumane! You're bullying a beautiful disabled girl!"

Zhou Ke ignored the ghost screaming in the room.

Zhou Zheng walked towards the bathroom humming a song, in a very good mood.

Although the process was a bit troublesome, it was successful in the end.

He glanced at his sister sitting in the wheelchair without leaving any trace.

Hey, silly sister.

Wait for my surprise! As long as you can open the treatment chamber, you will never need to sit in a wheelchair again.

The next step is the water grinding process.

The hatch is melting very slowly, and it will probably take quite a long time to open it completely.

During this period, he must ensure his own survival.

Otherwise, once the death dream restarts, all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Ugh……"

Zhou Zheng rubbed his face vigorously as the cold water splashed on it.

The problem is back to the beginning.

He muttered to himself, "So this is another survival game?"

(End of this chapter)