Deep Space Fleet

Zhang Yuan took a sip of water and put down his glass.

It is true that a small number of people boarded the spaceship to pursue their ideals; but some other people just wanted to show their uniqueness; some people slapped their heads and were inspired by various videos. Some sign up for the spaceship on a whim; others just do it for the fun of it...

He sighed in his heart, how could there be so many people with high moral character?

It's just that the price of regret is too great now.

But at this moment, everyone's feelings are almost the same, like a wound opened by a sharp weapon, blood trickling out of it. He wanted to try to block it with his hands, but the bitterness still passed through his fingers, trickled through his skin, and gushed out unscrupulously.

These people are courageous enough to stop criticizing anything. Not everyone is like him and doesn't have much attachment on Earth.

Even he, when faced with some things, could only cowardly turn around, grit his teeth and leave.

I don't have the courage to go back.

"Oh, if only I had been admitted to graduate school... It would have been a year or two later. I'm going to hibernate next Wednesday, and now I'm getting injections and taking medicine."

"yes."

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

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere spread to other people, and there was sobs at the dining table, and even some boys couldn't help feeling sad.

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

Sometimes, being the last to send someone off is not necessarily a good thing.

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

Zhang Yuan ran back to the dormitory and distributed some of his beloved beef jerky to them.

It really hurts!

He just hoped that these foods could distract them.

However, chewing the beef jerky in my hometown, the bitterness seems to be more obvious...

...

In this way, about 5,000 people are there every day, and nearly 1% of the population enters a state of hibernation, and the total population on the spaceship begins to dwindle.

As the hibernation plan continued, many unnecessary facilities, including various entertainment venues and ecological parks, began to close one after another. The entire ecological environment is like leaves on a dead tree, starting to wither one by one.

But this is necessary. The long and difficult winter can only be spent safely through special methods.

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

Therefore, Zhang Yuan will continue to work on the spacecraft for a year.

Theoretically, according to his current study progress, he can already graduate with a master's degree ahead of schedule. However, Deep Space University has no plans to recruit doctoral students for the time being, and will not open a small stove for him alone.

Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. There is no way to get a doctorate. It is good to stay a little longer at the master's level and learn more things.

This day happened to be a rest day, and he and Li Zhendong were studying in the library.

"Alas, about 2,000 people chose to be deserters... Why should they be deserters? Some things have no way out." Li Zhendong swiped his phone and saw a piece of not-so-good news. He said helplessly.

"It's still our brothers who have morals!"

"My dad gave me a serious warning. If I become a deserter, I will freeze to death outside."

I don't know if he is sighing, envious, or firm in his determination.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the news report: There are about 2,000 people who, unable to bear the pressure, chose to leave Earth Times. From Europa's industrial base, there are spaceships carrying them back to Earth civilization again. Anyway, there are various reasons, mental illness, or physical problems, etc...

He shook his head and sighed: "What else? Their hearts don't belong here anymore. Keep them in the spaceship by force? Impossible. It's better to go back in despair."

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

This is a worse behavior than deserters. Even if they return to the earth again, this life will be over. Whether it is public opinion or policy, Earth civilization has sufficient means and capabilities to punish these cowards.

At this time, Zhang Yuan suddenly received a call.

"Old Zhang, old Zhang, it's not good!"

"I have some very bad news to tell you..." It was Ye Kaifu's voice. For some reason, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

"..." Ye Kaifu hesitated, unable to speak for a long time.

Zhang Yuan found that Ye Kaifu's tone was not very pleasant, and his heart beat faster.

He emphasized his tone, "What's the matter? Someone plagiarized my paper again?"

"No, it's not... I just passed through Area A and heard a gossip."

"The painter you knew, Erwin, is dead!"

"Dead... dead?!" Zhang Yuan's pupils dilated slightly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

How can it be?

"It's suicide..."

"……Why?"

"have no idea."

Zhang Yuan sat blankly on the seat. The artist Erwin was not particularly close to him, but he also had a little friendship. He was a friend. Why did he die suddenly?

Vaguely, there seems to be a little speculation.

The sudden bad news made him a little out of breath.

A few days ago, there were people who were talking and laughing, but suddenly died, and I never saw them again.

This feeling is very subtle.

After a while, a message was sent from the watch in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was his superior liaison officer Lin Xuan who asked him to go to Area A.

Before he had time to think about it, Zhang Yuan got up and hurried over.

"Is it related to Mr. Erwin that you called me?" Zhang Yuan said as soon as he saw her.

There was no smile on Lin Xuan's face, she sighed: "Yes, that painter committed suicide, and he has some relics he wants to hand over to you. Please follow me!"

Zhang Yuan followed behind her and walked quickly to Area A.

From a distance, I saw a white cloth, under which was Erwin's body, surrounded by a group of soldiers with serious expressions.

The captain and several senior officials were frowning, discussing how to deal with this matter.

An officer nearby said to Zhang Yuan: "We found out that your friend died in the Xingchen Library. The cause of death was suffocation. The glass helmet was opened illegally, causing oxygen to leak out..."

"By the time we received the automatic alarm from the space suit and hurried over, it was already too late."

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

"You, please."

Pulling back the layer of white cloth, Zhang Yuan saw the dead painter.

It was not the first time he had witnessed death, but at this moment, his heart still beat twice.