Since wiping the wrench is maintenance, disassembling the water pump is repair.
So, if you can open a lock using technical means without a key, does that count as a skill practice?
This is a delicate task that really tests the stability of your fingers.
Su Wei's eyes narrowed.
He took two thin steel wires from the toolbox he had just cleaned.
The needle-nose pliers gripped one end of the wire.
Wrist rotation.
The steel wire was bent into the shape of a hook and a pin.
Although rudimentary, it is theoretically sufficient to deal with this kind of old-fashioned pin tumbler lock.
Su Wei dragged over a folding stool, sat down next to the engine, and steadily placed the metal box on his lap.
scream
WD-40 rust remover was sprayed into the keyhole.
Wait a moment, until the pungent solvent smell dissipates slightly.
Su Wei pressed down on the buckle with his left thumb, gently applying a rotational torque.
With his right hand gripping the single hook, he probed deep into the keyhole.
The first attempt was very rough.
The spring inside the lock cylinder appears to have lost its elasticity.
Su Wei steadied himself.
At this point, vision is useless; he can only rely on the subtle vibrations transmitted from his fingertips to form an image.
Click.
A faint, crisp sound.
The first marble is back in place.
Su Wei maintained the force of the broken pen, remaining completely still.
The rough fingers, etched from years of hard labor, now displayed remarkable stability.
In addition, the insight he gained while disassembling the water pump gave him an almost instinctive intuition about this mechanically interlocking structure.
Click.
The second one.
Cotton Candy squatted to one side, tilting its head, watching its owner stare blankly at a metal box, its tail idly sweeping the dust off the ground.
Unbeknownst to it, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped from Su Wei's forehead.
The third marble got stuck.
The touch transmitted by the single hook felt somewhat soft.
Su Wei did not rush to confront him directly.
He slightly reduced his strength, his wrist twitching very subtly, as if teasing a prey that has taken the bait while fishing.
That's metal parts struggling against each other in the rust.
Click!
A sense of ethereal lightness, as if resistance had suddenly vanished, came from my fingertips.
The other child spun around smoothly.
Clatter
The brass lock beam popped open with a click.
[Successfully opened the rusted mechanical lock without damage.]
[This was an excellent demonstration of fine motor skills.]
[ Life Module Experience +30.]
really.
The higher the difficulty, the more experience you gain.
Thirty experience points are equivalent to Su Wei scrubbing an old screwdriver for half a night.
Su Wei removed the padlock and casually placed it aside.
Hold the lid with both hands and slowly lift it open.
There are no gold bars.
There are no banknotes.
Only a musty, stale paper smell wafted towards me.
Inside the box, seven or eight thick notebooks were neatly stacked.
To the side, there were also several rolls of blueprints tied together with rubber bands.
Su Wei picked up the book on top.
The black leather cover was worn white and the edges were curled.
Turn to the title page.
That was a handwriting Su Wei was all too familiar with.
The handwriting was cursive, appearing messy, with each letter seemingly running wildly across the paper.
That was his father's handwriting.
According to his memory, Su Wei always had a headache with this kind of word; every time his parents signed, he would struggle to guess it for a long time.
But now, on this snowy night.
Looking at these words, Su Wei felt her eyes welling up with tears.
"... Are the designers at Ford all brain-dead? The intake manifold is designed like this; disassembling and reassembling it is practically inhuman. If you want to touch this part, don't try to pry off the gasket. Use a heat gun to blow on it for two minutes, or you'll be waiting to go to town to buy a new cylinder head; those things are ridiculously expensive..."
Between the lines, it's as if the man is standing there, smoking a cigarette and his hands covered in grease, cursing and swearing.
The words were crude, but they were effective.
Su Wei continued turning the pages.
This is not a proper repair manual at all.
This is a comprehensive guide to unorthodox methods and experiences.
How to remove stubborn rust with cola.
How to use a medical stethoscope to listen for abnormal noises from the valves.
How can you blindly adjust the air-fuel mixture concentration by looking at the color of carbon deposits on spark plugs?
Behind every piece of experience lies a painful case of failure.
Su Wei became increasingly engrossed in his reading.
This is not a book.
This is the culmination of decades of hard work by an old mechanic, recording the pitfalls he encountered, the sweat he shed, and the moments he cursed and swore.
For Su Wei, who was completely in the dark at that moment...
This is a cheat/hack.
This is the secret to passing the level.
With this notebook, Su Wei was able to avoid many pitfalls that could have caused his engine to fail.
Su Wei put down his notebook and unfolded the several rolls of drawings with trembling hands.
It is a hand-drawn structural analysis diagram.
The painting depicts the very old Ford engine in front of us.
Although the lines on the diagram are not straight, the position and routing of each component are drawn, and even the torque requirements are clearly marked.
Several key areas were highlighted in red.
A footnote was written next to it:
"This area is prone to oil seepage, so apply a thicker layer of sealant."
"This connecting rod is slightly deformed, but I've corrected it. As long as the speed doesn't exceed 3000 RPM, it'll work."
Su Wei's fingers gently traced the red characters.
Su Wei understood.
My father never gave up.
Even though the car was totaled, he still wanted to save the heart.