Hungry Ring

The communicator covered with mold in the corner suddenly exploded, and Supervisor Chen's voice was wrapped in the noise of electricity: "Start the decomposition process immediately. There are still four hours of complete oxygen cutoff in District 37. Don't let me send anyone to rush you again." There was a faint cry of a baby in the background, and Lin Han knew that it was the newly installed alarm sound of the oxygen distribution station. Since the cry of newborns was used as an early warning for hypoxia last week, the suicide rate has increased by 40%. Lying in the training cabin was a young man wearing an orange jumpsuit with "Ecology and Recycling Department-Zhao Mingyu" embroidered on his left chest. Lin Han pressed the bleeding robot hand on the identification screen and watched the transparent cover slowly rise. Anticorrosive gas spurted out from the bilge, and Zhao Mingyu's eyelashes trembled in the airflow, as if he would open his eyes at any time and ask him if he wanted to drink synthetic beer tonight - just like they did when they were repairing the pipeline in Area C last Wednesday. This guy was alive three days ago.