"The walls here are the rules. We can't get out of the rules. We can only find shortcuts outside the rules." Gu Tang said.
"You mean... not looking for the disappearing door, but opening a door of our own on the wall?"
"Um... Ruzi can be taught, oh no, dead wood can be carved."
I ignored him and tried to damage me, "Do you want to break through the wall? Do you use your hands? You can't dig to death?" I remember watching a Korean movie where a man was locked in a sealed room for no reason. In his house, in order to escape, the man dug a thin wall for seven years before digging out a hole for only one person to climb in and out. Of course, this may also be because he has no tools.
But we don’t have tools either!
"Look at this." Gu Tang turned on the flashlight, opened the equipment bag, and pulled out something wrapped in tarpaulin paper from a waterproof interlayer.
this is…
Gu Tang untied the rope and opened the tarp paper. Inside... there was a bunch of detonators.
He glanced at me triumphantly, "I don't know I'm still hiding this stuff."
I really don’t know, if I threw it away early, who would let myself carry a thing that could kill you hundreds of times
The point is that Gu Tang's gentleman image of a scholar has now blown up this bundle of detonators beyond recognition.
"Do you... Do you want me to bury you with me... If this bundle goes down, let's break through the physical restraints and soar..." Although I study liberal arts, I still have basic knowledge of physics. Such a bundle of detonators, in this way In a small space, the power of air waves can directly destroy the corridor, including the people in the corridor.
"This is the advantage of our science students. Have the blasters heard of it?" Gu Tang drew a puff of smoke, clouds covering the mist. The more I look, the more it looks like a triad.
At first glance, Gu Nanshan gave people the impression of a triad, while Gu Tang’s anger slowly overflowed. At first glance, the two of them have no similarities. In fact, they are essentially the same kind of people.
"The blaster, relying on equipment or experience, judges and judges the structural mechanics system of the blasting object, carries out reasonable positioning, drills the eye, and controls the amount of gunpowder at the same time, precisely controls the blasting range, and finally makes the blasting result consistent with the expected occupation is called blasting. Hands." Gu Tang slowly used his portable dagger to disassemble the detonators individually and place them on the ground one by one.
"Are you a blaster?"
"Now in this corridor, the blaster is me, but I am not necessarily the blaster."
Me: "..." Gu Tang split.
While he was dealing with the detonator, he asked me to remove all the cobwebs from the front and back fifty meters of the wall, including the top of the promenade.
This is dying. Without tools, I almost finished removing the cobwebs on the walls on both sides with my hands, making my body burrs and burrs.
In the end, the top of the promenade was really out of reach, so he rode on Gu Tang's neck to clean it, just like riding a horse.
After the cobwebs in the 50-meter corridor before and after were all cleared, the black rock was exposed, and I was exhausted at this time.
This long corridor is well repaired, and the current tofu dregs project is completely indestructible. The wall we cleaned out is almost a whole, and it fits perfectly.
Gu Tang ran with me on his back for a long time. It should be quite tired, but he still needs to blast. He walked back and forth for a long time. He also measured inch by inch on the stone wall with his hands. It should be calculating the blasting. The data that should be used.
I feel tired when I look at it, but Gu Tang looks serious with his expressionless face.
My expressionless face is false and serious, and his expressionless face is serious. (End of this chapter)