Green Eyeball

Chen Zhao pushed open the front door. "I'm back."

"Let's eat." Deng Zixin, dressed in white pajamas, lay on the sofa playing a mobile game.

A tableful of steaming dishes had already been laid out on the coffee table. He sat down and started eating, then remembered something after a couple of bites and turned on the TV.

NASA was holding a press conference.

It had already moved on to the Q&A session.

NASA's spokesperson was a blonde white woman with a stern expression, dressed in an extremely old-fashioned black suit.

Reporter: "Regarding NASA astronaut Mueller's cannibalism, what is NASA's position? Was Mueller authorized by NASA to eat people?"

Blonde woman: "We are still investigating the specific details of the matter. What I can say for certain is that Mueller acted entirely on his own. If necessary, we will prosecute him upon his return to Earth. He will face charges of crimes against humanity."

Chen Zhao frowned. NASA actually intended to prosecute Mueller—to convict him of a crime.

Chen Zhao felt that was inappropriate. Mueller had eaten dead people, not living ones. Under such extreme circumstances, human society's ethics should not be used to judge him.

But Chen Zhao had no right to interfere. This was, after all, their internal affair. He was an outsider, no matter how he looked at it.

Do whatever you want. None of my business, Chen Zhao thought.

Reporter: "We noticed that the rescue rocket was sent by China. Was there some exchange of interests involved?"

Blonde woman: "There was not. We thank China for rescuing the surviving astronauts out of humanitarian concern and international friendship."

Chen Zhao laughed. NASA was still trying to save face. This was far more than an exchange of interests—it had practically been bought with money.

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