章 197: Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Five, If You Were Given Three Sols to Live

The fourth sol after the space station's incident.

There were another seven sols before Tianzhou 37 arrived.

Tomcat had been staring at the monitor early in the morning, tapping rapidly on the keyboard. When Tang Yue came out of the living quarters, it was communicating with the United Space Station. "Miss Mai Dong, what can you see?"

"What's wrong?" Tang Yue had a towel over his shoulders as he was still lost in his reverie. "What happened?"

Tomcat raised a claw to request for silence.

"It's too far. It's too dim. I can't see it… But I can hear something," Mai Dong replied over the comms.

"What do you hear?"

"It's very rhythmic," Mai Dong said. "It sounds like a clock's second-hand ticking away. However, it sounds every few seconds. Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock."