An Zhe handed him a glass of water. The doctor drank it and reluctantly smiled. “Thank you. I don’t know how many days the base’s water supply will last.”

The doctor was right. From the night the aurora disappeared, the entire base had entered an emergency state. There was solar wind and radiation outside so no one could leave the buildings, but the heat from outside was transmitted through the thick walls. The temperature in the room reached 30 degrees Celsius but there were no temperature control measures so the dryness was terrible. Only the basic equipment was operating and every day at 8 a.m and 8 p.m, the base would regularly distribute compressed biscuits or a pack of nutritional granules as well as a bottle of drinking water.

Three days later, only one bottle of water was handed out in the morning.

This place was the Twin Towers, the place where the military command centre and scientific researchers were located. An Zhe sometimes thought that if the resource supply of the Twin Towers had already reached such a point, what about the ordinary residential buildings outside?”

“It takes 12 hours for the 1109 fighter planes to fly from the Northern Base to the Dungeon Base and the return flight is also 12 hours. 120 hours have passed and we haven’t heard anything yet.” The doctor wrote some complicated formulas on the paper with pencil. “I believe in Lu Feng emotionally but we have to plan for the worst.”

Five days later, there were no nutrients.

The elevators were stopped and An Zhe quietly slipped out of the Trial Court office. He climbed the stairs and saw at least three couples kissing in a corner. Perhaps they weren’t couples but for the moment, they were inseparable.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.”

“For you are with me, your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.”

“I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.”

He passed a conference room on the 13th floor where a dozen officers and researchers were gathered to recite the Bible. At least half of them had tissues stuffed in their nostrils because the high temperature and dryness easily caused nosebleeds.

In fact, the high temperature and dryness weren’t suitable for the survival of a mushroom. An Zhe hadn’t slept well for the past few days and he sometimes felt that he was drifting in the ups and downs of destiny. Sometimes he felt like he was being spread out in the sun and would be baked dry. Then he woke up and felt hungry.

However, he could wait, it was okay. Just this morning, the doctor had told him, “Even though things are getting worse, you seem to be getting calmer.”