Deep Space Fleet

Zhang Yuan took a sip of water and dropped the glass.

There are indeed a small number of people who boarded the spaceship in order to pursue their ideals; but some people only expressed their own distinctiveness for the sake of "wenqing"; some people slap their heads and were inspired by various videos. Sign up for the spaceship when you're at a whim; some people are just for fun ...

He sighed in his heart. How can there be so many people of good character?

I just have to this day, the price of regret is too great.

But at this moment, everyone's feelings are almost the same, like a wound pulled by a sharp weapon, and blood spills out from it. I tried to plug it with my hands, but this bitterness still passed through the fingers, flowing through the skin, and rushed out with impunity.

These people have enough courage to blame nothing more. Not everyone is like him, without too much concern on the earth.

Even, even when he was facing something, he could only turn around weakly and grit his teeth to leave.

I have no courage to look back.

"Well, it would have been nice if I had been admitted to a graduate school ... I can be as late as a year or two. I'm going to hibernate next Wednesday, and I'm injecting and taking medicine."

"Yes."

One of the girls couldn't help but wept softly.

接着 Then the atmosphere spread to others. There was a whine on the table, and even some boys couldn't help feeling sad.

There are not many people with sober authority in the spaceship. Except for Zhang Yuan, these partners are basically arranged to hibernate.

Sometimes, it may not be a good thing to be the last person to give away.

"Okay, don't cry, everyone, I will give you a small gift! From the earth!"

Zhang Yuan ran back to the dormitory and gave them some of their favorite beef jerky.

It really hurts the meat!

He just hoped that these foods would distract them.

But, chewing the beef jerky in my hometown, the bitterness seems more obvious ...

Uh ...

This is the case. Every day, there are about 5,000 people. Nearly one percent of the population goes into hibernation, and the total population on the spacecraft begins to become scarce.

As the hibernation program continues, many unnecessary facilities, including various entertainment venues and ecological parks, are beginning to close. The entire ecological environment is like the leaves on a dead tree, starting to fade away piece by piece.

But this is a must. The long and difficult winter must be passed through in a special way.

According to the plan of the captain's office, these graduate students can choose to complete their studies on the spacecraft, which is a big privilege.

So Zhang Yuan has to work in the spacecraft for another year.

In theory, according to his current study progress, he can already graduate in advance. However, Deep Space University has no plan to recruit doctoral students for the time being, and will not open a small stove for him alone.

闲 Anyway, idle is also idle. There is no way to read a PhD. It is good to stay a bit longer in the master's degree and learn more.

This day happens to be a rest day. He and Li Zhendong are studying in the library.

"Why, about 2,000 people chose to be deserters ... why should they be deserters? Some things have no way out." Li Zhendong brushed his mobile phone and saw a piece of news that was not so beautiful, and said rather resignedly.

"It's still my brother!"

"My dad warned me seriously, if I was a deserter, he would freeze me to the outside."

I don't know if he is feeling, admiring, or firming his resolve.

Zhang Zhangyuan glanced at this news report: there were about 2,000 people, and they could not bear the pressure and chose to leave the Earth Age. From the Europa industrial base, there were spaceships loading them to return to earth civilization again. Anyway, for various reasons, mental illness, or physical problems, etc ...

He shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise? Their hearts no longer belong here, forcing them to stay in the spacecraft? Impossible. It would be better to go back dimly."

Those who repent temporarily will be nailed to the pillars of shame in history.

This is a worse behavior than deserters. Even if they return to the earth again, this life is considered to be dead. Whether it is public opinion or policy, earth civilization has enough means and ability to punish these cowards.

在 At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly received a call.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, it's bad!"

"There is very bad news to tell you ..." is Ye Kaifu's voice. Without knowing why, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yuan chuckled in his heart.

"..." Ye Kaifu stuttered, speechless for a long time.

Zhang Yuan found that Ye Kaifu's tone was not so beautiful, and his heartbeat accelerated.

He aggravated his tone, "What the **** is wrong? Someone copied my paper?"

"No, it's not ... I just passed by Area A and heard a little news."

"The painter you know, Irvine, is dead!"

"Dead ... dead?" Zhang Yuan's pupils were slightly enlarged, and his hair was erected.

how is this possible?

"It was suicide ..."

"... why?"

"do not know."

远 Zhang Yuan sits idly in the seat ~ www.readwn.com ~ Artist Irwin is not particularly close to himself, but he also has a little friendship. He is a friend, why did he suddenly die?

Vaguely, there seemed to be a little speculation.

The sudden bad news made him a little breathless.

还有 A few days ago, there were people who were laughing and laughing. Suddenly they died and they would never be seen again.

This feeling is subtle.

After a while, I sent a message from my watch. Looking down, Lin Xuan, his superior liaison, asked him to go to area A.

I could not think too much, Zhang Yuan got up and hurried over.

"You called me, is it related to Mr. Erwin?" Zhang Yuan said as soon as she saw her.

Lin Linxuan didn't have a smile on her face. She sighed: "Yes, the painter committed suicide. He has some relics that he wants to transfer to you. Please follow me!"

Zhang Yuan followed her, and hurried to area A.

Looking away, he saw a white cloth, and underneath was Irving's body, surrounded by a bunch of soldiers with serious expressions.

Captain Wu and several high-level officials are frowning to discuss what should be done about this matter.

An army officer around Zhang said to Zhang Yuan, "We found that your friend died in the Star Library. The cause of death was suffocation. Oxygen leaked due to illegal operation of the glass helmet ..."

"After we receive the automatic alarm from the space suit, it is too late to rush in."

"Can I see him?" Zhang Yuan swallowed and whispered softly.

"You, please."

Pulled away this layer of white cloth, Zhang Yuan saw the dead painter.

He is not the first time to witness death, but at this moment, his heart still beats twice.