The hot pot was boiling, but the food still wasn't cooked.
After horsing around for a while, Long Tianyu and Jia Guangliang were panting. These were all signs of oxygen deprivation.
Sheng An stood up. "Keep eating. I'm going to the Research Institute."
Qi Lingwu immediately followed her.
Song Linwei picked up his tablet and Communicator and stood as well. "Go ahead and eat. With the low temperature, oxygen shortage, and low air pressure, keep the lid on and let it cook a little longer. Nie Changshui, help out. Have a proper dinner tonight. We'll let you know if anything comes up."
With that, he went out too.
The others exchanged glances, but none of them had much appetite for hot pot anymore.
Jiang Yu opened her mouth. "So low temperatures cause the oxygen content in the air to drop? In this world-even oxygen is going to disappear?"
They had witnessed plenty of disasters in their previous lives, but right up until their deaths, oxygen had never been a problem they had to face.
Clearly, it was in this life.
Li Wanyun let out a long sigh and gritted her teeth. "Hao Jingye is ruthless. He won't leave humanity a single way out."
No vegetation, prolonged cold, and oxygen deprivation...
They could imagine what humanity was about to face.
-True hopelessness.
The Research Institute.
Song Linwei pressed, "How does it look?"
Three days had passed since they discovered the oxygen shortage.
Nothing else had happened over those three days. They had stayed at the Research Institute, analyzing the situation alongside its researchers.
Now, all they were waiting for was the results chart.
Sheng An sat beside the conference table, tapping her fingers lightly against its surface without a sound. She looked utterly calm.
Beside her, a fish mint plant