บท 219: Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Two, Come Out

"Spade."

Tomcat crouched down at the hatch, its brows furrowed. It extended its paw like a surgeon.

Nurse Tang crouched beside it, putting the spade into Tomcat's paw.

"What… is this?" Tang Yue whispered. "A postcard? An envelope? An advertisement pamphlet? Which planet's delivery system is that ridiculously advanced? It even managed to send something all the way to Mars?"

The airlock didn't have the Martians as he imagined, but there was a flat white card on the ground. It looked more like a postcard or envelope. It sat silently to the side of the hatch's sill, but in Tomcat's eyes, it was as terrifying as a nuclear bomb.

Clearly, it didn't belong to anyone from Kunlun Station.

"It's probably not. Have you seen delivery people send pamphlets? They would usually print their telephone numbers on the wall. From the way they knock on the door and run, it's likely a pamphlet for sexual services."