After Gong Yingxian finished his preparations, Ren Yi began to use a fire extinguisher to dilute the ammonia gas leaking into the computer room. As long as the ammonia gas concentration is low, a little spark is not enough to pose a threat.
After spraying two bottles of fire extinguishers, Ren Yi was still worried. He took off his mask and tested the concentration of ammonia with human flesh. It was a little choking and irritating, but the concentration was not very high.
Gong Yingxian moved the crude tools to the door, and left the wires to Ren Yi: "If I say power on, then power it on, and if you can't hold your breath, come and replace it with me."
Ren Yi said, "It's okay, I can barely breathe."
Gong Yingxian frowned and glanced at Ren Yi. Although his heart ached, he knew that it must be demolished as soon as possible. He said, "Power on."
Ren Yi twisted the two wires into one strand and turned on the power.
The electric heating wire in Gong Yingxian's hand began to flash sparks. The principle of this simple electric thermal cutting machine is to use resistance to generate a large current to achieve continuous high heat energy to melt metal. But this one made with the limited tools at hand has very little energy, and it can be used to cut some plastic. When its end touches the aluminum alloy door in front of you, it can only melt a shallow pit the size of a grain of rice each time. .
But this is their only hope.
Gong Yingxian used this crude tool to burn a hole where his hand could pass through bit by bit at the doorknob.
Twenty minutes passed quickly, and the two of them kept holding their breath and inhaling oxygen in turn. Even if they used this sparingly, there was only 10% left in the air bottle.
Seeing that more and more ammonia gas was leaking, Ren Yi simply took off his rescue suit to block the pipe. Originally, the temperature in the house had been dropping continuously. At this time, it was probably more than ten degrees below zero. After he took off his clothes, he was so cold that he was shivering all over.
Cold and hypoxic, this kind of pain makes people faint at any time. He ran back to Gong Yingxian, connected the tube of the mask to Gong Yingxian's air bottle, and took a deep breath. When the pure air flowed into the lungs, He had the illusion of being purified from the inside out, but this feeling of redemption was too short-lived.
Gong Yingxian was still concentrating on melting the door, and a circular indentation had already appeared on the door.
Ren Yi took a few breaths, and wanted to return the air bottle to Gong Yingxian, but Gong Yingxian shook his head and said in a low voice, "Forget it."
Ren Yi leaned against the door, feeling the strength of his body was passing away, he had already inhaled a lot of ammonia gas, his throat was burning with pain, dizzy, nauseous, and coughing uncontrollably.
It's so cold, it's as uncomfortable as wanting to die.
Gong Yingxian glanced at Ren Yi with red eyes: "Hold me."
Ren Yi moved over and hugged Gong Yingxian from behind, trying to keep warm with his body temperature. Maybe this kind of hug can't relieve too many physical difficulties, but at least it comforts me psychologically.
Gong Yingxian looked anxiously at the melting pot on the door, only wishing that the speed could be faster, and faster.
The cutting machine finally melted a complete circle. Gong Yingxian said: "Where is the hammer, let's try."
Ren Yi brought a screwdriver and a hammer, Gong Yingxian inserted the screwdriver into the melting pit, and smashed it hard with the hammer, dozens of times before breaking through a hole.
Ren Yi exclaimed excitedly: "It's on, it's on...cough cough cough cough..."
"Ren Yi!" Gong Yingxian connected the air bottle to him, "Breathe." Seeing his pale face and bloodshot eyes, his heart ached endlessly.
Ren Yi took a deep breath, and was reluctant to use it any more. He shook his head: "Don't worry about me, let's hurry up... cough cough... time, I'll break it down, you continue to make this hole deeper."
Gong Yingxian shook Ren Yi's hand firmly, then took off the rescue suit and forced Ren Yi to put it on.
"No, I can hold on."
"Put it on." Gong Yingxian grabbed Ren Yi's arm, "Put it on, if you feel warm, I won't be cold."
Ren Yi had a sore nose and forced a smile: "Then we will take turns wearing them."
Gong Yingxian handed the hammer and screwdriver to Ren Yi, and he continued to use the cutting machine to melt the metal, while Ren Yi used his remaining strength to smash it desperately. When they can't hold on, they take a breath of air until the air bottle is completely exhausted.
Ren Yi simply took off the mask, gritted his teeth and continued smashing. He could already see the outside through the hole. Although there was still a cloud of smoke outside, he knew that at the end of the smoke was the hope of living.
The two kept coughing, their brains swelled and ached, and it became difficult to breathe. The low temperature made their hands almost useless.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his hands, and Ren Yi's painful cry was blocked in his throat, and the tools in his hands fell to the ground one after another.
"Ren Yi!" Gong Yingxian grabbed Ren Yi's hand that was injured by the hammer, breathing softly in vain, but his eyes were bloodshot because he didn't know how to relieve his pain.
Ren Yi endured the pain: "No, it's okay, you continue."
Gong Yingxian picked up the screwdriver and hammer, and continued to smash hard. Finally, a small hole was cut in the door. He stretched out his hand hastily, fumbling for the latch.
Ren Yi looked at him hopefully.
Gong Yingxian's face seemed to be covered with a shadow, and he withdrew his hand tremblingly: "...it's locked."
Ren Yi froze, the despair at this moment was like trying his best to climb up, but was kicked down again.
Ren Yi's knees were weak, and he slid against the door and sat on the ground. Gong Yingxian also squatted down. He hugged Ren Yi and said in a trembling voice, "How are you?"
Ren Yi shook his head: "I'm a little dizzy, and I'm still a little cold." He simply took off the mask, which is useless at this time anyway.
Gong Yingxian also took off his mask, held Ren Yi's face in his hands, and kissed him vigorously: "Ren Yi, hold on, we will definitely get out." Then he hugged him hard.
Ren Yi also hugged Gong Yingxian tightly back: "It's so cold, you must be cold too."
A thin layer of hoarfrost had already formed on the hair of the two of them. The low temperature caused all their body functions to run at a low speed, including their thinking.
Gong Yingxian leaned against Ren Yi's face: "Your skin is warm."
"You too." Ren Yi felt drowsy.
"Don't sleep, talk to me."
"Fei Lan, I don't know what happened to Fei Lan."
"She should be better than us." Gong Yingxian hugged Ren Yi tightly, wishing he could rub him into her body, "Today, originally, would have been a very good day." Today is the day he intends to confess to Ren Yi In life, he has never confessed his love in his life. He has made a lot of preparations. He followed all the social customs that seemed stupid and boring to him. He bought flowers, wrote cards, and prepared gifts and wine. Waiting anxiously and shyly for that moment, he vaguely knew in his heart that Ren Yi cared about him very much, and probably liked him too.
He imagined many kinds of results, but none of them were locked in freezing jars at minus twenty degrees.
"Yeah, it's an unforgettable day in my life." Ren Yi laughed at himself, "Who knows, my life is coming to an end soon."
"Impossible, I still have a lot to say to you, we still have a lot to do, we won't die here." Gong Yingxian gritted his teeth, "Maybe someone will come to save us."
"We don't know... We're missing, ahem, and there's no signal inside. Even if we know, it's too difficult to find someone here."
"There must be a way, there must be a way." Gong Yingxian is not reconciled, he must not die here, his past has unfinished missions, his future has Ren Yi, and he will never give up Ren Yi's future!
"It's so cold." The poisonous gas and low temperature had made Ren Yi unconscious, "Ying Xian, it's so cold."
Gong Yingxian hugged Ren Yi tightly, his superior brain had never been so dull, the cold made his thinking difficult, he hated fire so much, but now he longed for the warmth of fire.
Wait, fire! "Fire..." Gong Yingxian said unconsciously.
Ren Yi laughed while coughing: "Here, you can't light a fire... It's better to freeze to death than to be burned to death."
Gong Yingxian's eyes regained clarity in an instant, and he struggled to get up: "I have a solution."
"what?"
Gong Yingxian said in a trembling voice: "There is also ammonia gas leaking outside. As long as the outside is ignited, firefighters will come to put out the fire."
Ren Yi froze for a moment, not knowing whether he was shaking or nodding, he murmured: "Yes, yes."
Gong Yingxian picked up a hard tube of toilet paper from the ground, and then switched on the device again. After the cardboard tube was ignited, Gong Yingxian threw it out of the door opening he had just dug.
When the ammonia gas encountered an open flame, it was instantly ignited in patches, and those flames emitted a light blue light, like clusters of ghost fire floating on the ground in the dark night.
Gong Yingxian began to knock on the aluminum alloy door with a hammer. In the freezer with a large span, such a sound can be transmitted far away through the echo.
Ren Yi fell to the ground, his consciousness was gradually withdrawing from his body, some specious voices came from his ears, he couldn't tell what it was, and he didn't care about it anymore, in the haze, he instinctively looked for Gong Yingxian, He wanted to hold Gong Yingxian's hand, no matter where he went, regardless of life or death, he wanted to hold Gong Yingxian's hand.
Then, he fell into a warm and strong embrace, and he saw a pair of familiar and anxious eyes.
Ah, got you.