v=90.45=20
Even though the hole made by Mr. An is very small, the speed of the water jet can actually reach 20 meters per second!
Then the water level depth at the small hole is:
H=(v^2)(2g)=(20^2)(2*9.8)=20
Their location is 20 meters deep!
20 meters deep, equivalent to the height of a 7-story building.
It took so much space to talk about it, but under Meng Fei's "micro-management", this calculation process was just a side dish among side dishes, and the result was calculated in less than a second.
Meng Fei even calculated how uncomfortable AXA was.
Because AXA uses one finger to plug the small hole. Then the amount of pressure on his fingertips is how uncomfortable he is now. Back to equation (1)
F=1000*gHS
Among them, g is known to be 9.8, H is 20, assuming that S is one square millimeter, which is 0.0001 square meters, then the pressure on AXA’s fingertip is:
F=1000*9.8*20*0.0001=19.6
19.6 newtons, which is almost 2 kilograms in weight.
These two kilograms are four pounds, which doesn’t seem very heavy. The problem is that the force-bearing area of the fingertips is only one square millimeter.
It is equivalent to saying that the weight of 4 kilograms is all on a cross-section the size of a wire, and it is pressed against the tip of AXA's finger. The effect was almost the same as when Grandma Rong poked him with a needle!
Of course, this is nothing to his superpower-enhanced physical body.
But if the breach continues to expand, even if it only expands to one square centimeter, which is the size of a fingernail, the force will increase sharply to 200 kilograms!
The force of 200 kilograms presses the tip of one of your fingers, which is more than twice the strength of the legendary "one-finger Zen"!
What if the breach expands to one square meter? The force of water pressure will be 20,000 kilograms. Even ten Ansheng couldn't withstand this situation.
No wonder Meng Fei felt that Mr. An was grinning a bit now.
"Snorkeling twenty meters with bare hands may not be a challenge."
Li Huo is still very confident in his body and water quality. Even after he became the director, he still exercised every day and went swimming every week.
"no."
Meng Fei looked at the window where Mr. An blocked the opening with his fingers. The window is like a dark mirror. Nothing could be seen but his own face reflected in it and the scene in the room.
"It's pitch black outside. When the water comes in, the lights here may short-circuit and disappear. Then you won't be able to see your fingers. You don't know the direction of the sea at all, so how do you swim out?"
"Indeed, the stakes are high."
"There is another biggest risk."
"What?"
"I can not swim."
Meng Fei explained honestly.
The condition for passing the game is that all players survive. Therefore, even if Li Huo and An Sheng swam to the sea surface and Meng Fei, who could not swim, died here, they would not have passed the level.
Li Huo was almost angry. How did a guy who couldn't even swim get into the team of the Superpower Bureau?
Although he had been trained in the army, in order to enter the special ability bureau, he still underwent special training and assessment in various basic skills such as shooting, swimming, and fighting.
"Can you guys come up with an idea quickly?"
Holding his finger against the hole in the glass, Mr. An, who was unable to move even an inch, became increasingly unbearable.
He found that in this game, he was either using his teeth as knives or plugging holes. He was simply a tool man.
This treatment made him feel very unhappy.
Meng Fei held the alarm clock that An Sheng had swung in his hand and thought about it.
"Why does the game provide a small alarm clock?"
"Needless to say, of course it was used to smash the glass windows."
An Sheng answered without hesitation.
"wrong."
Meng Fei shook his head.
"If this small alarm clock was used to smash the glass window, it would have been smashed by your violence just now."
"Perhaps it is used to count down and remind players of the game time limit?"
Li Huo gave a seemingly more reasonable explanation.
"If you want to count down, isn't there already a large alarm clock in the living room? Why do you need to provide a separate small alarm clock?
"Compared to the last game, almost all the useless things in the scene are gone. Even there are only three chairs left in the living room. But why is there still a small alarm clock?
"I think we should search the room again. There must be other clues in the room. And this clue must be turned on with this alarm clock."
Meng Fei and Li Huo returned to the living room, leaving the grinning An Sheng alone in the small room to plug the leak.
Time keeps ticking by. Fifteen minutes have passed since the beginning. In the remaining fifteen minutes, they must find new clues.
Meng Fei imagined the setting of clues. What clue would require an alarm clock the size, shape, and weight of a brick to find?
"But we searched everywhere we could."
Li Huo's face became increasingly ugly.
"Not only were no items found, there were not even any words, patterns, or marks. There was no hint."
"Clues usually have special markings, right? For example, highlighting."
In many escape room games that Meng Fei played in his previous life, special props had special marks.
For example, if they are brighter than the surrounding objects, or if they are specially marked with colored highlights, they will look a little special.
He has also seen that some clues require special operations to be discovered. For example, there are words written in fluorescent powder on the ceiling of the room. But you can only see it if you turn off the lights.
"But there's nothing specifically marked here. Nothing at all."
Li Huo reminded him desperately.
"Maybe you have to turn off the lights to see the clues?"
Meng Fei muttered as if talking to himself.
"Haha, the lights here can't be turned off at all. I don't see any switches here. It's been like this since the last game."
Meng Fei raised his head.
"I saw highlighted special props that we hadn't found. And I found a way to turn off the lights."
"You mean?"
Li Huo quickly raised his head to look for the direction of Meng Fei's gaze.
"dome light?"
Yeah, when it comes to highlighting, it doesn't get any brighter than this thing. It is a large bright disk embedded in the ceiling.
But because it is the only light source in the entire scene, no one will interpret its brightness as "highlighting".
"How are you going to turn it off?"
Li Huo felt something was wrong. Meng Fei seemed to be doing something shocking again.
Sure enough, Meng Fei weighed the bricks in his hand.
"If my guess is correct, the reason why this thing looks like an alarm clock is to confuse sight. Its real function is a brick. A brick for you to smash the lamp!"
"Wait, are you sure?"
The strong uneasy feeling was like a big net covering Li Huo's head. If this lamp is broken, the room will be completely dark!
