The light was not like a flame, but like countless needles, piercing the insulation layer of the space suit and digging into the skin. He remembered that he was kneeling on the external maintenance platform of "Tissot 3", holding a torque wrench in his right hand and pressing his left hand on the leaking energy conduit. Three minutes ago, the last instruction from the ground command center was to "forcibly close the hatch and give up maintenance," but he didn't listen. This detector, which costs hundreds of billions, carries the hope of human beings to capture the "dark matter flow" for the first time, and he is the only person who can touch the fault point.
"The pressure in the duct breaks through the critical value, and the energy field is disordered..." The alarm sound in the helmet turned into noise. Xiang Dagoose felt like he was thrown into a drum washing machine, and his body shook violently with the platform. He tried to grab the fixing bolt next to him, but found that his fingers had lost all feeling. The outline of the earth in his vision began to distort, the blue ocean turned purple, and the white clouds turned into rotating black whirlpools.
Then everything fell silent.
