Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

After dinner, they went outside to take a photo in front of the Pathfinder.

Although both of them were wearing NASA space suits, Rosen deliberately put the five-star red flag on his chest and in a conspicuous place.

As for his face, it was not covered at all. He gave the camera a big smile.

In this strange world where no one knows him at all, he is not afraid of leaving his image behind.

Even at Mark's suggestion, the two of them took some funny photos. As for whether it would cause laughter from people all over the world, who cares!

on the earth.

NASA received photos of the two men.

Annie looked at the slightly blurry photo and said unsatisfiedly, "What is he doing? I want a photo, not a couple showing off their love!"

"You should be thankful that we took a few photos of you, Anne," said Vincent.

"I can't use this, Vincent, you know that." Anne said helplessly: "I need a photo of Mark's face. Well, even if there is a photo of Rosen, at least I can see their faces clearly. My request is not too high, right?"

"Well, I can tell them to take off their hoods, but then they... you know, die," said Vincent.

This made everyone who heard it burst into laughter.

"We'll release photos and describe the rescue procedures in detail," Teddy said. "I want to announce that we'll be sending some supplies next year."

"The China National Space Administration has been in contact with us, hoping to communicate with Rosen through us." Someone reminded.

"Ignore them." Teddy said, "No one can go up before we go up, especially China."

Solar Day 134.

There was a strong wind at night.

After finishing his meal early, Rosen lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully while listening to a novel.

On the other hand, Mark had to wear a space suit and carry a flashlight to go out and carefully inspect the living module, especially the places that needed reinforcement, which had to be reinforced quickly to avoid damage, otherwise he would be the one to suffer in the end.

After making a round and making sure that there was no problem, he returned to the living cabin.

I had just closed the door of the decompression chamber and had not had time to take two steps forward when I heard a shrill alarm coming from the display on the wall. Then the flexible material connecting the cabin and the decompression chamber broke with a "pop".

Mark was startled. Before he could even swear, he heard a loud bang. Then, he and the decompression chamber were thrown out by an extremely powerful force.

……

At this moment, Rosen, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly heard an explosion and subconsciously turned over and stood up.

Before he could even open his eyes, an M1911 appeared in his right hand, and at the same time, several lights of different colors flashed beneath his feet.

What was even more terrifying was that a darkness as thick as ink suddenly descended from the sky and covered all directions.

Except for Rosen, anyone else in the darkness was almost like a blind person. Even if they opened their eyes wide, they could not see what was happening half a meter in front of them.

At this time, Rosen opened his eyes, but he didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

Then he thought of where he was and couldn't help laughing. He cursed himself for being too overly sensitive, and immediately removed the Shadow Cloak and other skills, leaving only the Oak Sage who was always by his side.

Although it was a false alarm, he did not lie down to rest. Instead, he put on his space suit and left his house.

Rosen, who has watched the plot, will certainly not forget the explosion tonight.

In fact, he has reminded Mark many times in the past two days, especially asking him to pay attention to those flexible materials whose usage time far exceeds the design time limit.

After all, although this carbon fiber cloth coated with high molecular polymer has good air tightness, softness and toughness, it is made of multiple layers of carbon fiber bonded together. Repeated pulling is likely to cause degumming, cracking, etc. due to exceeding its fatigue limit. The consequences will be disastrous.

Rosen didn't know whether Mark listened to his advice.

However, judging from the explosion, his luck did not seem to be very good, as he was unable to avoid this unfortunate explosion.

When Rosen arrived, Mark had just patched up the torn visor of his astronaut helmet with tape.

"Rosen..." Seeing Rosen coming, Mark smiled bitterly.

Especially when he saw the potatoes that were wiped out by the sudden low temperature, the expression on his face was uglier than crying.

"Mark, now that things have come to this, don't be too depressed. Don't stay here tonight. Come to my place and rest for a night. We can talk about anything tomorrow."

Rosen came over and patted him on the shoulder, then said, "Besides, only a batch of potatoes died. The problem is not that bad. I have enough food and drink. It's enough for you to hold on until the NASA comes to rescue you."

Mark hung his head, staring blankly at the frozen potato vines on the ground, the sadness on his face seemed to be frozen.

Rosen reached out and pulled him up, saying, "Don't be so dejected, this is nothing. Let's go, I'll cook you something to eat, you'll feel better after you're full."

As he said that, he went to the shelf next to him and got a brand new space suit and helmet for Mark, and then he pulled him to his container villa without any hesitation.

The next day.

After a night of torment, Mark finally calmed down and reported his situation to NASA.

Then they began to pack up the living cabin.

Ron had asked him if he needed help, but when he was refused he gave up.

Maybe Mark needs someone to slowly sort out his thoughts and regroup. Staying by his side at this time might make him feel uncomfortable.

on the earth.

"All the crops are dead." Vincent said with a sad face, "There is a complete loss of pressure. Most of the water has sublimated. The bacteria that survived before have all died in the sudden sub-zero temperature. This is what happens when you are exposed to the Martian atmosphere."

"How long does he have?" Anne Montrose asked worriedly.

"He can still eat the existing potatoes, but he can't plant them, so..." Vincent paused and said, "He can probably last another 200 solar days."

"How long can we eat space meals? 409 solar days?" Teddy also asked.

"Yes, add potatoes, 609 days." Vincent nodded.

"So by the time we arrive on the 868th Sol according to plan, he's already dead?" Anne asked pointedly.

"We can only launch as soon as possible." Teddy said firmly. "To change the flight time."

"Actually, we have another solution." Vincent glanced at Teddy and said, "Maybe we can ask Mark to ask that Chinese guy Rosen for help. He said that Rosen is very friendly and has plenty of food. With his help, maybe..."

"No." Teddy interrupted his suggestion rudely before he could finish. "We at NASA have the ability to solve this problem. We don't need to bow to the Chinese for help."

As he said this, he looked at the Hermes flight commander, Mitch Henderson.

"We are speeding up, and the initial estimate is that it will take 414 days to sail," Mitch replied.

"It's the 135th solar day now," Teddy said. "We need 13 days to build the booster and conduct inspections, which means Bruce and his team have 47 days to build the spacecraft."