After rummaging through the props in the house, Gao Ang only managed to pull out a lighter... and it wasn't the windproof kind, but the kind that pops out a small, wobbly flame when you press it.
If it's a windproof lighter, the temperature should be even higher, since the internal gas pressure of a windproof lighter is slightly higher, and the flame produced is more concentrated than that of a regular lighter.
So, the windproof lighter is actually a small welding machine, Gao Ang thought to himself.
Having acquired the tools, his next step was to find a skin area to conduct experiments on.
The thighs are not good; the position is too low, requiring you to bend over and look down, which is quite uncomfortable.
His belly was also bad, unless he was lying somewhere suspended in the air, the flames wouldn't burn his flesh.
Looking at his left forearm, which had only healed yesterday, Gao Ang felt a pang of sympathy for him…
However, after much consideration, the left forearm is indeed the most suitable experimental vehicle.
It can be horizontal or vertical, flipped or overturned. Most importantly, if we assume that the arm cannot heal itself from magical damage, thus leaving a scar, then showing it off would be a symbol of a tough guy.
"Yeah, we can also get a tattoo around the scar, in the shape of a flame."
Gao Ang has already prepared a backup plan for himself. He is not the kind of person who acts without considering the consequences, which is not in line with his status as a law degree holder.
The Vanke apartments are equipped with a highly sensitive smoke detector, which was inspected and tested by the apartment's inspection personnel just a few days ago.
Although a lighter doesn't pose any real danger, just to be on the safe side, Gao Yuan still came to the balcony. At least there's absolutely no danger here, right?
Moreover, he was on the seventh floor, which is the top floor of this apartment. The balcony faced a complex, and the buildings in the complex were no more than five stories high. It is safe to say that no one around could see what he was doing on the balcony except those above his head.
Satellites or similar objects occasionally fly overhead, but surely they wouldn't be the kind of thing that would warrant a snapshot of him?
Just to be on the safe side, Gao Ang found a few pieces of clothing and hung them up on hangers, making sure they were all close together and forming a protective layer above his head.
In that case, even high-altitude satellites wouldn't be able to directly view the balcony unless they used infrared technology.
Is this even possible? That's bullshit!
After eliminating and preventing all possible exposure factors, Gao Ang secured the recliner and prepared to begin his experiment.
The props prepared were few: a lighter and a tube of Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste, that was all.
A lighter is for starting a fire, and toothpaste... is for treating burns. He was too lazy to buy any burn ointment, so he figured he'd just use some toothpaste. Apparently, Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste contains some traditional Chinese medicine ingredients, so at least it wouldn't have any side effects.
Raise your left arm, as if to light a fire.
After thinking for a moment, he shifted the position of the lighter slightly, away from the area that had already been injured, increasing the distance by nearly 15 centimeters.
He had a concern: if his body really had a self-healing ability, would the cells in this repeatedly traumatized area be particularly resilient?
To avoid the influence of this minor factor, he decided to persecute a new area.
With a "click," the lighter ignited, and the flames roared out, licking the raised forearm.
The expected pain did not reach his cerebral cortex; he only felt a slight warmth, which was not even a burning sensation.
"Huh? It's out of breath?"
That's not right either. The flames are still burning brightly, and the bluish-green flames, blocked by the skin, have blossomed into a small flower bud.
Undeterred, he continued roasting the skin, his gaze fixed intently on that spot.
About half a minute later, everything was still intact, not even the fine hairs on the skin were damaged.
"What?!"
Rubbing his eyes, Gao Ang found it hard to accept this situation. He had already taken off his pants, but the fire wouldn't burn?
The highest burning temperature of a regular lighter can reach around 500 degrees Celsius, while for a windproof lighter, this temperature can rise to around 1300-1500 degrees Celsius.
Unconvinced, Gao Feng then burned other parts of his body, including his thighs, stomach, and soles of his feet... In the end, he even broke the lighter, but his body did not suffer any burns whatsoever, not even a single hair was burned off.
He casually tossed the broken lighter into the trash can and planned to go downstairs to buy a windproof lighter.
After thinking for a moment, I took the lighter out of the trash bag again. This thing is hazardous waste and should be thrown into a special trash can.
Before leaving, he wrote the following in his diary: "Latest function of body mutation: reduced pain and fire resistance; currently can withstand a burning temperature of about 500 degrees Celsius, upper limit unknown, needs to be verified."
Gao Ang put down his pen, closed his diary, and saw the Swiss Army knife on his computer desk.
"The fire resistance has increased, and the pain has decreased. Does this mean it's effective against magical attacks or can it also resist physical attacks?"
Without any further hesitation, he grabbed the Swiss Army knife and stabbed himself in the thigh with great force.
The first time, I didn't use much force; the force was equivalent to the speed of free fall.
The expected pain did not come; the feedback from his thigh was merely like being poked with a finger, without any stinging sensation.
I glanced at it and there were no marks on the skin of the outer thigh. If there were any, it would just be a small dent, which was probably caused by the pressure of the Swiss Army knife. As for a wound? Sorry, there wasn't one.
When he thrust the second time, Gao Ang increased the force. This time he used three-tenths of his strength, which was equivalent to hitting the table hard.
"hiss!"
This time I felt a distinct pain, similar to the sensation of a steel needle piercing my skin.
If it were yesterday, Gao Ang would be quite certain that he would be grimacing by now, but now, he only feels a little bit of pain.
The tip of the Swiss Army knife pierced the skin, but only to a certain extent; it didn't penetrate much. According to Gao Feng's estimation, it penetrated to a maximum of about 0.5 centimeters, which wouldn't cause any serious injury.
With a slight effort of his right hand, Gao Yang pulled the knife out of his thigh. He even felt a slight resistance when pulling the knife out, as if he had stuck the knife into a wooden board and it took a lot of effort to pull it out.
I touched my thigh; it was hairy. I patted it; it was very elastic. Neither its appearance nor its sound suggested it was made of wood.
Moreover, he could clearly feel that the wound was healing faster.
To prove his theory, he cut his other thigh and then used a stopwatch on his phone to record the time it took for the new wound to heal: 7 minutes and 12 seconds.
Compared to yesterday's 7 minutes and 41 seconds, it has been shortened by a full 29 seconds, which means that after a day of evolution, his body's self-healing ability has improved.
"It seems that the white sphere's effect on improving human fitness is sustainable, but I wonder if there are other factors involved."
After these two experiments, Gao Ang wrote the following sentence: "Through the experiments, the white sphere has a significant effect on improving the human body, greatly enhancing skin density and resistance to blows, stabs, and fire; its self-healing ability has growth potential, and whether it can achieve a healing effect in seconds remains to be observed."
He closed his diary, put on a short-sleeved shirt, picked up his phone, and slid his slippers into his room to close the door.
While waiting for the elevator, I casually turned off my phone's Wi-Fi and turned on mobile data. It's nice to browse Toutiao (a Chinese news and information platform) when I have nothing else to do.
When the elevator descended to the fifth floor, a little girl got on. Actually, she wasn't that young; she was at least 165 cm tall.
When she came in, Gao Feng very gentlemanly pressed the close button just as she was about to make a move.
"Thanks!"
The voice is nice, sweet, but a little hoarse. The second "thank you" sounded a bit off before the voice cracked.
Gao Feng smiled politely, which was taken as an acceptance of her thanks.
Everyone loves beauty, and this girl is quite pretty: she has long, flowing hair, a slightly pale complexion, and doesn't wear much makeup. Her skin looks okay, at least it's not bumpy or uneven.
In terms of overall appearance, Gao Feng would score 80 points. If makeup enhances her appearance, the score might be as high as 85.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gao Feng unconsciously sized up the girl, but he sensed something unusual about her.
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