The hum of the Purification Tower is the only lullaby of Outpost 7.
This low and regular vibration comes from the depths of the steel foundation, penetrates the soles of everyone's feet, and blends into the bone marrow. To the residents of the outpost, this sound represents safety and life. But today, the sound sounded like a monotonous dirge.
Lu Chen stood in front of the crowd, with the huge, rusty base of the Purification Tower behind him. The air is mixed with ozone, rust and the faint smell of blood, like a rusty iron pot, boiling everyone's sorrow.
His eyes fell on the body covered by white chemical protective cloth in front of him. The chemical-proof cloth was too small and barely covered the bloated body, exposing a wrist stained with oil and dried blood.
Lao Bai, the fat man who could always create miracles with scrap metal and the chief mechanic of Outpost No. 7, Was now a cold, motionless corpse.
