After Gong Yingxian was ready, Ren Yi began to use a fire extinguisher to dilute the ammonia leaked into the computer room. As long as the ammonia concentration is low, a little spark is not enough.

After spraying two bottles of fire extinguishers, Ren Yi was still worried. He took off his mask and tested the concentration of ammonia in human flesh. It was a bit choking and a little irritating, but the concentration was not very high.

Gong Yingxian moved the simple tools to the door and left the wires to Ren Yi: "I said you will turn on the electricity if you turn on it. If you can't hold it in, come over and change it with me."

Ren Yi spoke, "It's okay, I can barely breathe."

Gong Yingxian frowned and looked at Ren Yi. Although he felt sorry, he knew that he had to break it up as soon as possible. He said, "Power on."

Ren Yi twisted the two wires into one and turned on the power supply.

The electric heating wire in Gong Yingxian's hand began to flash out of Mars. The principle of this simple electric cutting machine is to use resistance to generate a large current to achieve continuous high heat energy to melt metal. However, this one made with limited tools at hand has very little energy, so it is OK to cut some plastic. When its end touches the aluminum alloy door in front of you, only one shallow pit the size of rice grains can be melted at a time.

But this is their only hope.

Gong Yingxian used this crude tool to try to burn a hole that his hand could pass through in the door handle bit by bit.

In just twenty minutes, the two of them kept holding their breath and taking turns inhaling oxygen. Even if they saved use, the air bottle was only 10%.

Seeing that the ammonia leaked more and more, Ren Yi simply took off his rescue suit to block the pipe. The temperature in the house was originally falling, but it was probably more than ten degrees below zero. After he took off his clothes, he was so cold that he was trembling all over.

It was cold and lack of oxygen. This pain made people faint at any time. He ran back to Gong Yingxian, connected the tube of his mask to Gong Yingxian's air bottle, and took a strong breath. When the pure air flowed into his lungs, he had the illusion of being purified from the inside out, but this redemption-like feeling was too short.

Gong Yingxian was still concentrating on melting the door, and a circular gravure print had appeared on the door.

Ren Yi took a few sips and wanted to return the air bottle to Gong Yingxian. Gong Yingxian shook his head and whispered: "Save it."

Ren Yi leaned against the door and felt his strength passing by. He had already inhaled a lot of ammonia, and his throat was so painful, dizzy, nausea, and he couldn't stop coughing.

It's so cold, it's as uncomfortable as if you want to die.

Gong Yingxian looked at Ren Yi with red eyes: "Hold me."

Ren Yi moved over and hugged Gong Yingxian from behind, trying to use the temperature of his body to keep warm. Perhaps such embrace would not alleviate too much physical difficulties, but at least he was psychologically comforted.

Gong Yingxian looked at the melting pit on the door anxiously, hoping that the speed would be faster and faster.

The cutting machine finally melted a complete circle. Gong Yingxian said: "Where is the hammer, let's try it."

Ren Yi brought the screwdriver and hammer, and Gong Yingxian inserted the screwdriver into the melting pit and smashed it hard with the hammer. After dozens of strokes, he smashed it through a hole.

Ren Yi shouted excitedly: "I've worn it, wear it... cough cough cough cough..."

"Ren Yi!" Gong Yingxian picked up an air bottle for him and said, "Breathe." Seeing that his face was pale and his eyes were covered with blood, he felt heartbroken.

Ren Yi took a sip and was reluctant to use it again. He shook his head: "Don't worry about me, let's hurry up... cough cough... time, I'll smash it, you can continue to make the pit deeper."

Gong Yingxian shook Ren Yi's hand vigorously, then took off the rescue suit and forced Ren Yi to put it on.

"No, I can hold on."

"Put it." Gong Yingxian grabbed Ren Yi's arm, "Put it, if you feel warm, I'm not cold."

Ren Yi's nose felt sore and he forced a smile: "Then let's take turns wearing it."

Gong Yingxian handed the hammer and screwdriver to Ren Yi. He continued to melt the metal with the cutting machine, and Ren Yi used his remaining strength to smash it desperately. When they couldn't hold it, they took a sip of the air until the air bottle was completely exhausted.

Ren Yi simply took off his mask and gritted his teeth and continued to smash it. He could already see the outside through the hole that was penetrated. Although there was still a cloud of smoke outside, he knew that at the end of the smoke, there was hope for survival.

The two of them kept coughing, their brains swelled to ache, and their breathing became difficult. The low temperature made their hands almost uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a severe pain came from his hand, and Ren Yi's painful screams were blocked in his throat, and the tools in his hand fell to the ground one after another.

"Ren Yi!" Gong Yingxian grabbed Ren Yi's hand that was injured by a hammer and sniffed in vain, but his eyes were so congested because he didn't know how to relieve his pain.

Ren Yi endured the pain: "No, it's okay, you can continue."

Gong Yingxian picked up the screwdriver and hammer and continued to smash it hard. Finally, a small hole was chiseled open to the door. He hurriedly reached out and groped for the pin.

Ren Yan looked at him with hope.

Gong Yingxian's face seemed to be covered with a shadow. He trembled and pulled his hand back: "... locked up."

Ren Yi froze. The despair at this moment was like he was about to climb up and was kicked down by someone.

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 tremblingly, "How are you?"

Ren Yi shook his head: "I'm a little dizzy, and I'm still a little cold." He simply took off his mask, anyway, it was useless at this time.

Gong Yingxian also took off his mask. He held Ren Yi's face and kissed him hard: "Ren Yi, if you want to hold on, we will definitely go out." Then he hugged him hard.

Ren Yi also hugged Gong Yingxian tightly: "It's so cold, you're so cold."

The two of them had a thin layer of white frost on their hair, and the low temperature made all their physical functions run at a low speed, including thinking.

Gong Yingxian pressed against Ren Yi's face: "Your skin is warm."

"So too." Ren Yi felt drowsy.

"Don't sleep, talk to me."

"Fei Lan, Fei Lan doesn't know what's going on."

"She should be better than us." Gong Yingxian hugged Ren Yi tightly, wishing she could rub him into her body. "Today, it would have been a good day." Today is the day when he planned to confess to Ren Yi. He had never confessed his love in his life. He made a lot of preparations. He followed the social customs that seemed stupid and boring to him. He bought flowers, wrote cards, prepared gifts and wine. He waited for that moment nervously and shyly. He knew in his heart that Ren Yi cared about him very much, and most of them liked him.

He imagined many results, but none of them were locked in frozen jars at minus twenty degrees Celsius.

"Yes, it's an unforgettable day for my life." Ren Yi mocked himself, "Who knew that my life was about to end."

"I can't. I have a lot of things I haven't told you. We have a lot of things we haven't done. We won't die here." Gong Yingxian gritted her teeth, "Maybe someone will come to save us."

"We don't know...we are missing, ahem, there is 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 was unwilling to give up. He must not die here. His past has unfinished missions, his future has Ren Yi, and he will never give up on the future with Ren Yi!

"So cold." The poisonous gas and the low temperature have made Ren Yi unconscious, "Ying Xian, it's so cold."

Gong Yingxian hugged Ren Yi tightly. His superior brain has never been so slow. The cold makes his thinking difficult. He hates fire so much, but now he desires the warmth of fire.

Wait, fire! "Fire..." Gong Yingxian said it unconsciously.

Ren Yi coughed and smiled: "It's not possible to ignite the fire here... It's better to freeze to death than to burn it."

Gong Yingxian's eyes instantly returned to the clarity, and he struggled to get up: "I have a way."

"What?"

Gong Yingxian said in a trembling voice: "There is also leakage of ammonia outside. As long as the outside is ignited, firefighters will come to put out the fire."

Ren Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he was trembling or nodding, and murmured: "Yes, yes."

Gong Yingxian picked up a toilet paper hard tube core from the ground, and then re-connected the device. After the hard tube was ignited, Gong Yingxian threw it out of the door hole that had just been chiseled.

When the ammonia gas encounters an open fire, it is instantly ignited in pieces. The flames emit light blue light, like clusters of dark fires floating on the ground in the darkness.

Gong Yingxian began to knock on the aluminum alloy door with a hammer. In the freezer with a huge span, such a sound could be transmitted far through the echo.

Ren Yi fell to the ground, his consciousness was gradually pulling away from his body, and some seemingly sensible sounds came from his ears. He couldn't tell what it was and didn't care. In the hazy, he instinctively looked for Gong Yingxian. He wanted to grab Gong Yingxian's hand. No matter where he went, whether in life or death, he wanted to grab Gong Yingxian's hand.

Then, he fell into a warm and powerful embrace, and he saw a pair of familiar and anxious eyes.
Chapter completed!