Doomsday America

Chapter 156 The Psychologist Went Mad (10k)

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but purse his lips and glance at the woman lying on the bed.

Of the six people he had just seen, only the man tied to the chair and the woman lying on the bed did not have the markings of the Holy Fire Church on their faces.

Considering what José, the cultist who was imprisoned near the mushroom zombies, said.

The pope who led them was actually a saint of the Holy Fire Church.

Therefore, Gavin had reason to suspect that this woman was the Holy Pope of the Church of God...

After all, of the three women, she was the only special one.

Thinking of this, Gavin moved closer to the woman on the bed and peeked at her.

She was sleeping so soundly that you couldn't hear her breathing at all...

Seeing this, Gavin helplessly reached out and checked the woman's breath.

"Hell..."

After testing the waters, Gavin couldn't help but shake his head.

"He's not breathing at all!"

As he spoke, Gavin pried open the woman's eyelids and looked at her pupils, which were indeed dilated.

Grabbing the woman's arm again, he noticed that her joints were extremely stiff; if Gavin hadn't been so strong, he might not have been able to lift her up.

Upon closer inspection of the woman's arm, there were only traces of needle marks, no fresh needle marks.

Gavin released the woman's hand, leaned closer to her neck, and sure enough, there were several fresh needle marks on her neck...

He literally overdosed on drugs and killed himself!

After confirming the situation, Gavin rolled his eyes and shook his head, then went to the man who was tied to the chair.

"Ugh! Uh-huh!"

As Gavin approached, the man quickly shouted loudly.

Gavin disgustedly reached out and used his gloved hand to untie the underwear from the man's mouth.

There were three pairs of underwear in his mouth. Two pairs of underwear were clenched into balls and stuffed into his mouth, while one pair of underwear was wrapped around his mouth and the back of his neck, tightly binding his mouth shut.

After forcing himself to pull out his saliva-soaked underwear, the bound man finally spoke.

"Gavin! It really is you! Gavin! The saintess was right, you really came here!"

"Saintess? Who is that? Is it the woman in bed?"

Gavin asked the bound man.

Hearing Gavin's question, the man quickly nodded and, despite occasional nervous twitches, said to Gavin.

"That's right, the one in bed is the Holy Maiden. It was he who brought us together after the apocalypse, and it was she who led us to enjoy boundless happiness during the apocalypse. She is not only the Holy Maiden, but also our current Pope and spiritual leader!"

"Besides, Gavin, don't you think the Pope has a fantastic body? And she doesn't even like sadomasochism. Her performance in bed is so traditional, like an inexperienced little girl. That contrasting innocence is simply irresistible..."

Snapped!
Upon hearing this, Gavin raised his hand and slapped the man, knocking him unconscious.

He then stepped over the woman lying on the ground and returned to the room where the gambling table was set up.

Seeing Gavin come out of the bedroom, Barn swallowed hard and asked Gavin a question.

"Boss, what's it like inside? That man was talking about the Pope..."

"He's dead, died peacefully, from taking too many drugs..."

Gavin agreed, then strode out of the room and checked the other rooms.

Sure enough, there were no living people in those rooms where no lights were on or no candles were lit.

However, Gavin saw seven or eight beds that had been made up, and those rooms were probably the rooms of the cult members who went out on missions.

Besides these rooms, Gavin also followed the underground passage and found an additional exit to the underground casino.

As he stood before another door leading to the steps on the ground, three disordered footsteps approached from behind him.

A moment later, Nikita took the lead, followed by ZT, with Father Hogan at the back, and the three of them entered the underground passage.

Upon seeing Gavin in the distance, Nikita called out to him.

"Honey, do we need to take care of that guy lying on the ground?"

"No need, let Barn handle it all. This operation is far more boring than I expected. This cult is a complete idiot. Even if we hadn't come, they would have destroyed themselves in no time!"

As Gavin responded, he left the passage and returned to Nikita's side.

As Gavin approached them, ZT nodded naturally and spoke to Gavin in his rhythmic rap.

“Of course, Gavin. Most cults are like that. They only become dangerous when they have enough members. When they're small, one of their members might suddenly come up with an interesting idea, and they'll end up killing themselves.”

"Isn't the Davidic Church the same thing back then? If the Davidic Church hadn't suddenly started self-immolating among its followers, they wouldn't have been besieged by the state and federal governments."

"Even so, they still managed to self-immolate successfully. Damn it, we normal people can't guess what cultists are thinking. Who knows what they're capable of... Wow!"

Just as zt finished speaking, Gavin had already led them into the room where the gambling table was located.

Seeing the naked man and woman on the gambling table, ZT exclaimed in surprise and couldn't help but rush over to take a closer look before laughing.

"Aha, Gavin, look at their butts! They've tattooed a cross with a sacred flame around their anus!"

“God, what blasphemy this is…”

Father Hogan, standing to the side, turned green with rage.

To be honest, Father Hogan wasn't the fanatical type of pastor. He was actually quite adaptable, and his faith and doctrines could be very flexible.

Even so, after seeing the state of the cultists, he still couldn't help but have the dangerous thought of shoving a revolver into their anus and firing it hard!

In the past, Father Hogan disliked so-called holy wars, but now he finally understands the reasons why the Vatican used to wage holy wars!

If the targets are all blasphemous cults like the Church of God's Holy Fire...

Father Hogan would rather prolong the holy war for hundreds of years!
Slaughter them all, leave no one alive!
Thinking of this, Father Hogan took a deep breath, and then his nostrils were stimulated by the smell of silver in the room.

With a trembling right hand, he raised his pistol, pressed the muzzle against the back of the unconscious male cultist's head, gritted his teeth, turned around, and asked Gavin in a low voice.

"Lord Gavin, may I send them to meet their maker?"

"Ha, I thought Barn would be the first to ask me that, but it turns out you're the first one~"

Gavin smiled at Father Hogan and pointed at Barn.

Seeing this, Father Hogan took a deep breath and turned to look at Barn.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Barn swallowed hard, then hesitated as he looked at the gun in his hand.

"I...I don't know..."

He answered haltingly.

“I didn’t expect them to turn out like this. I mean, I thought we were going to have a war, and then I wouldn’t feel any pressure taking them down.”

"But the way they are now, in this... completely defenseless state, I... damn it... I'm such a coward!"

At this point, Barn was once again certain that he really couldn't pull the trigger on the two cultists in front of him.

Gavin, standing to the side, nodded in understanding.

He knew what was going on with Barn. After all, Barn wasn't a serial killer before the apocalypse. The reason he kept emphasizing killing cultists for revenge was just because he was driven by anger and adrenaline.

He discovered that the cult members were all defenseless and that there were both men and women among them.

The imagined war undoubtedly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Barn may not lack the courage to fight against cultists, but the decision to massacre is clearly not a decision that a relatively kinder ordinary person like Barn could easily make.

Barnes's personality is clearly a good thing for Gavin.

Although this might make Barn seem indecisive, if Gavin had a choice, he would prefer all his men to be indecisive.

Then he will never have to worry about his safety or the stability of his position again!
As for the current situation...

Gavin took a deep breath, then raised his hand and pointed to a clean spot on the gambling table, and said.

"Barn, I'll give you five more minutes to think carefully about who these people are!"

"Although they are indeed powerless to resist, once they recover from their drug-induced state, do you think they will stay underground like they are now, or will they harm more people like you and your loved ones, just like they did to your companions!"

boom!
As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Barn's spiking instincts kicked in, and the deer bullet shot out of the barrel, slamming into the back of the male cultist's head and smashing it into the ground!
If Gavin had been referring to the scars on Barn's face, Barn's reaction might not have been so intense.

But Gavin mentioned Barn's lover!
That was the deepest pain in his heart!
In just a moment, Barn's thoughts shifted from pity for the unresisting cultists to love for his lover and the hatred he carried!

After the gunshots rang out, the unconscious woman at the gambling table gradually woke up.

As soon as the woman with the Holy Fire Cult scars on her face woke up, she hurriedly looked around for something. Then, when she saw Gavin clearly, she suddenly opened her mouth.

"add……"

boom!
Before the woman could finish speaking, Barn fired his second shotgun, the No. 12 buckshot tearing the woman's beautiful face apart and leaving her head riddled with holes.

After witnessing the deaths of the two men, Father Hogan took a deep breath, put away his revolver, and placed his hands on the man's back and the woman's neck.

“I really don’t want to pray for their deaths, but even if they are destined to fall into Satan’s clutches and be toyed with, as a pastor, I should see them off…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Father Hogan let out a disgusted sigh, then pressed down on the two corpses and muttered something.

As Father Hogan prayed, Barn gasped as if suddenly realizing something, then looked at his troll with lingering fear.

He instinctively switched off the safety on the shotgun, and said to Gavin.

"Enough, damn it, killing guys in their sleep is such a terrible feeling, I feel like I've become a killer!"

"Boss, I admit I don't seem to be cut out for killing. My hands started shaking just from taking down those two!"

"From now on, I'll deal with the zombies that are already dead. At least killing them won't make me feel uneasy. I'm such a coward!"

At this point, Barn lowered his head sadly, his gaze not daring to fall on the two people he had killed.

Seeing Barn's condition, Gavin shook his head and gently patted Barn's shoulder.

“That’s not cowardice, buddy, that’s compassion and kindness, and I’m proud of you for having those feelings.”

After saying that, Gavin strode into the bedroom, then suddenly pulled out his pistol and swiftly and decisively sent the red-heeled Holy Fire Cult woman lying on the ground to her death!

boom!
After the gunshot rang out, the man who was tied to the chair woke up in a daze. He only felt that his ankles were a little wet and hot, as if they had been touched by warm syrup.

Following his ankle, the man looked down at the red high heels lying on the ground.

Those shoes are really red...

Looking down her legs, I saw that her lace panties were so red, as red as the blood spurting from that woman's exploded head...

"Ugh! Damn it! Don't kill me, please don't kill me! I'm not a member of the Holy Fire Cult, I don't even have the Holy Fire mark, I'm not one of them!"

After a sudden jolt, the man, realizing that the Holy Fire woman was dead, immediately began pleading with Gavin for mercy.

While pleading for mercy, he struggled with all his might, even overturning the stool that was binding him.

Even when he fell to the ground, he didn't feel any pain; he just crawled toward Gavin along with the stool.

As he writhed, he kept explaining his identity to Gavin, tears streaming down his face.

Upon hearing the man's explanation, Gavin stepped onto the stool and addressed the crowd.

"There's another unconscious cultist at the basement entrance. Who's going to take care of him?"

"Wait, let me do it!"

Not far away, next to the bed, ZT, who was examining the female pope's body, grinned. He patted the pope's lower abdomen heavily, causing a little liquid to come out, and then spoke to Gavin.

"I know this woman. She's quite famous in Fort Worth; she's a well-known socialite!"

"Someone like me, a small-time DJ with no fame and no TV or talk show of my own, doesn't even have the right to look at her twice, because she usually doesn't send me invitations to the parties she attends!"

"But now, haha, she's really ugly. Of course, it's not her body that's ugly; she's actually quite pretty."

"Our world has really changed, Gavin. I'm afraid no one will watch your games anymore, and no one will listen to my radio anymore. But I actually think the world is a bit fairer now, especially after seeing you guys, that feeling is even clearer, haha~"

Amidst the laughter, ZT drew his gleaming silver Smith & Wesson 500 medium revolver, strode out of the bedroom, and headed towards the entrance of the underground passage.

The Smith & Wesson 500 is so powerful that it's practically unsuitable for killing, but Black people generally love big things.
What kind of woman can be considered beautiful?

Not only do you need a pretty face, but you also need big breasts and a big butt, and big breasts and a big butt are far more important than a pretty face!

As for firearms, of course the more powerful the better!
You can see this from the sales figures of the Smith & Wesson 500 and the Colt Python!

These two guns are considered luxury items among revolvers, yet their sales continue to increase year after year.

The Smith & Wesson 500 Titanium Edition cost the equivalent of eight iPhones in 2013, but even so, there were still people willing to pay that price.
Even if many people only fire one shot, the shockwave from this gun will cause their wrist bones to fracture.

But people just love it!
Then, about forty seconds later.

boom!
A loud gunshot rang out, and the man at Gavin's feet struggled and cried even more.

Looking at the weeping man, Gavin, especially at his face which lacked the mark of the Holy Flame, asked him a question.

"Stop crying, buddy. Tell me your name and why you're here. You may not be from the Holy Fire Cult, but you seem to know a lot about them. You must have some connection with them, right?"

"No, no, no, I'm not a member of the Holy Fire Cult, I'm just a john, a john!"

Faced with Gavin's question, the man hurriedly explained to Gavin.

"Before the zombies even appeared, I spent a whopping six thousand dollars to invite that damned saintess to my party. That's how I ended up hanging out with them. I never expected that the first thing that saintess did after escaping was to gather all their people together!"

"By the way, I'm also a member of the Ogan family. My dad's a Dallas city councilman, we..."

boom!
Gunshots rang out, leaving a bullet hole between the man's eyebrows and a large hole blown open in the back of his head.

As for Gavin, he shook his head as he put away his gun.

"I thought he was an innocent passerby kidnapped by a cult, but I never expected that he was actually the provider of the cult's headquarters. He deserves to die more than the cult itself!"

"Let's go, darling. This trip was actually quite fruitful. Not only did we take down the God's Holy Fire Cult, which seemed like a makeshift operation, without any major incidents, but we also gained a professional DJ. At least our future broadcasts should be taken care of now!"

As they spoke, Gavin put his arm around Nikita's shoulder, and Nikita stood on tiptoe in dissatisfaction.

Compared to Gavin, she felt incredibly short.

Of course, compared to Gavin's large hands, she felt that her little bunny was far too small.

Hey……

Nikita couldn't help but sigh.

I still have a lot to grow!
Most importantly, her man is the leader of everyone.

And myself...

Do I really deserve to be a leader?

Am I capable of doing that kind of work well?
As Nikita was lost in thought, Gavin met up with the priest who was praying and ZT, who was rubbing his right wrist. The five of them walked out of the underground passage together.

After closing the trapdoor again, Gavin pushed the hollow statue of the Virgin Mary back onto the trapdoor and then took out a map to record the information.

Looking at Gavin in the record, Nikita moved closer to Gavin.

She felt she needed to learn from her lover with a more serious attitude!
Only when you understand your loved one well are you more likely to provide them with the right help!

Thinking this, Nikita whispered to Gavin, "Gavin, isn't this a great place to be a supply depot? Not only is it underground, but it's also very well hidden."

"indeed."

Gavin nodded in agreement as he listened to Nikita's explanation.

“When we encounter locations like this, we always need to make a record. If our future activity range gradually expands, this place will be very suitable for providing supplies and rest for our field team members.”

“Even if we hadn’t come today, I would have actively looked for similar locations in the future, either high enough with a clear view, or secluded and safe enough. Such a safe house might save our lives someday.”

“We’re not acting in a movie, Niki. We don’t have any directors or screenwriters behind us to analyze our popularity and decide the order in which we die based on popularity.”

"So for us, only excessive caution and ample preparation can help us live longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin marked the map.

Then, Gavin took everyone back to Knight XV.

As he started the car, Gavin spoke to the pilots.

“Sean, this is Gavin. The operation went very smoothly. All six members of the Holy Fire Cult are dead.”

"Remember this place. If you encounter an accident during your future flights and need to make an emergency landing or simply parachute out, if you are not far from here, you can take shelter and resupply in the cemetery's basement."

"I briefly checked the facilities inside. The diesel engine was still running, the ventilation system was fine, and there were six or seven guns and several hundred rounds of ammunition, as well as about two hundred cans of food."

"Wow wow wow~"

Hearing Gavin's words, Sean couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, then rolled his eyes and said to Gavin.

"Commander Gavin, I'm glad that even at a time like this, you're looking for a way out for us, but I'd actually rather you didn't say those unlucky things."

"What plane crash? What accident? Are you kidding me? We're professional pilots, we're not that easy to have an accident!"

After saying that, Sean laughed twice, then casually picked up a whiskey and took a swig.

As he exhaled a breath of alcohol, Sean waved the whiskey toward the students and said.

"See that, guys? This is the best part of the apocalypse. When I was on UN missions, I was most envious of those Russian pilots. They were always flying with vodka in hand, while I was stuck with a sports drink and getting laughed at by the Russians for being a sissy."

"But now, finally nobody cares about me, hahaha~"

"Want a sip? Trust me, strong liquor and the sky are the perfect match, and we, the true men who can conquer the sky, must conquer strong liquor too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sean immediately made a toasting gesture with the students, and then took a big gulp of whiskey.

And his two students...

Okay, these two students have already pulled out their Bibles and started frantically practicing their prayer gestures to God on the plane.

And when the students put their hands together and look devoutly at the sky, it's a display of skill.

Above the sky, which the cadets are looking at, is the International Space Station.

Ivan, the mechanic and power engineer, had already produced his first batch of drafts and made simple calculations of all the work he would need to do in the future.

He finally put down his pen, then rubbed his head, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Hurrah!"

Despite being exhausted, Big Ivan still let out a loud "Ura!" to cheer himself up.

Hearing the cheering, physicist Charlie, who was not far away, curiously looked up at Ivan.

"Ivan, what the hell good news do you have? Share it with me right now! Damn it, I've been under so much stress these past few days, my face is starting to puff up!"

As they were talking, Charlie simply put down his work, left the table, drifted to the beverage area, grabbed a bag of coffee, and took a sip.

He continued to float toward Ivan while drinking his coffee.

Seeing Charlie approaching, Ivan grinned and wearily explained to Charlie.

"What other good news could there be? It's nothing more than that our power data for returning to Earth has been verified and has received strong support from the data."

"According to calculations, as long as I don't make any major mistakes in my operations, our chances of safely returning to the ground will increase to at least nine percent!"

"Dude, even though you're not a math major, you should know what the odds are, right?"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Charlie immediately nodded with delight.

"Any possibility greater than one in ten thousand is definitely worth trying. Who knows, it won't be long before I can have coffee with my idol, haha~"

At this point, Charlie couldn't help but look at the different spacecraft; he was thinking of going to the communications bay to chat with the ground for a bit more.

Ivan noticed Charlie's gaze and knew what Charlie was thinking without Charlie saying a word.

So Ivan shook his head, grabbed Charlie's arm, and began to speak to Charlie.

"Charlie, don't even think about going to the communications bay. That's Richard and Naoya Kobayashi's territory now."

"Aha, damn it, how come I didn't know when the communications bay became someone else's territory?"

Upon hearing this, Charlie Duke frowned in displeasure and immediately tried to rush into the communications bay.

Seeing this, Ivan held him tightly while emphasizing this to Charlie.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present, buddy. Gavin's camp recently got a biology graduate student from the East. Ever since that graduate student arrived, whenever the communications are connected, they all get together to discuss the zombie fungus problem!"

“Richard is a biologist, and Kobayashi is a botanist; their expertise is perfectly matched!”

"The biology graduate student has been providing the two with various observational data on zombie fungi from the ground, and the two of them are tasked with tracing the specific habits of zombie fungi based on the data!"

"Only if they achieve something will we be able to avoid turning into those damned zombies after we land, so don't disturb them at this time!"

"They are both very busy, just like everyone else. We need to do our own things well instead of causing trouble for each other."

At this point, Ivan patted Charlie heavily on the shoulder.

Charlie nodded helplessly and said to Ivan with a wry smile.

"Yes, yes, that's right. We can't cause trouble, damn it, because we not only have to deal with how to return and whether we can return safely, but also whether we can be picked up by the ground."

"Besides that, we also have to face the problem that even if we return safely, we might turn into zombies, and this problem is almost unsolvable..."

"As far as I know, there are only two large mushrooms on our space station that have been irradiated by cosmic rays. Even if we had information about the zombie fungi on the ground, we would still be able to manufacture the antidote we need based on that information. Besides, not having an antidote is another matter."

At this point, Charlie shook his head in frustration, then rubbed his forehead and said...

"Damn it, I'm getting a bit pessimistic. I think I should go talk to Edwin and have him give me some emotional support."

“Ivan, you stay here by yourself. I’m going to see Edwin.”

"Well, let's go."

Big Ivan then released Charlie and watched him drift toward the British space capsule where Edwin was.

After opening several doors, Charlie dangled and grabbed the doorknob of Edwin's cabin, immediately trying to open the door and crawl inside.

But just as he looked at the door, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

In his eyes, Edwin was sitting in the corner of the porthole, tears streaming down his face, constantly stuffing some kind of medicine into his mouth.

Noticing him taking the pills, Charlie couldn't help but swallow. He recognized the pills because Edwin would prescribe two for him whenever he felt nervous.

Thinking of this, Charlie silently took a deep breath, then carefully left Edwin's doorway, letting himself float in the cabin connection area, lost in thought.

With his back to the window facing the universe, Charlie looked at the Earth across the way with a bewildered expression.

The space station is much lower than the satellite, so the Earth appears far more magnificent to the crew on the space station than it does from the satellite!

But now, gazing at that magnificent planet, Charlie sees only a vague sense of despair and longing.

Who will survive? Who will succeed? Or fail?
Charlie was unaware that, and after witnessing Edwin's condition, his own situation was also deteriorating.

He stood there bewildered by the porthole, motionless for a long time, until Edwin's hatch opened and the British mathematician Edwin himself came out of his cabin, at which point he saw Charlie's condition.

"My God, Charlie, you look terrible!"

Seeing Charlie's face already covered by pressure, Edwin smiled gently, then ran over and grabbed Charlie's hand.

"How long have you been here, buddy? If you've had time to stay here, you should have knocked on my door long ago and come over to have a proper chat with me."

"Don't forget, although I am a mathematician, I am also a half-priest, and I am also a theologian."

"So, please don't treat me like a therapist, just think of me as the priest you want to confess to."

At this point, Edwin gave Charlie an exceptionally gentle smile, then pulled Charlie to a seat while he went to the side and carefully began cooking half a steak using the celestial cooking utensils he had brought.

There was no other way; they didn't have many supplies left, and eating a whole steak was simply too extravagant.

While frying the steak, Edwin spoke gently to Charlie.

"Charlie, stop staring at the steak, you glutton, tell me about your situation."

“When you last came to see me, you were already experiencing auditory hallucinations. Now, I really don’t want to hear that the situation is getting worse, but we have to face reality.”

"Are your auditory hallucinations still ongoing? Have they progressed to the point where you feel like you're talking to God? If so, I'm quite envious of you, since every Christian is tempted to talk to God."

At this point, Edwin flipped the steak over with a solemn expression.

The sizzling sound of the steak being cooked brought a happy look to Edwin's face.

However, looking at Edwin's blissful face, Charlie felt a chill run down his spine.

Because Edwin hadn't actually cooked the steak; what he was flipping back and forth on the plate with a reverent expression was just a half-packaged meal kit...

Looking at Edwin like this, Charlie felt a lump in his throat.

He took a difficult breath, then grabbed Edwin's wrist and said.

"My auditory hallucinations are nothing. They're just like those of every astronaut who experiences them. It's a minor problem that we all have to face in this line of work!"

"But you, Edwin, how long have you been like this? More than thirty hours?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Charlie's words, Edwin paused for a moment, then chuckled and slapped Charlie's hand away.

"Stop messing around, Charlie. Even if you're trying to scare me, you should at least wait until I've finished cooking before you eat. You..."

"Edwin, wake up! Take a good look at what you're holding!"

Charlie suddenly interrupted Edwin, causing Edwin to look at his hands.

Zhi...zhi...

The heavy voices kept ringing in Edwin's ears, causing him to squint his eyes in a daze.

A moment later, Edwin looked up with a mournful face, smiled bitterly at Charlie, and said...

"I was hilarious just now, wasn't I? Holding a bag of vegetable meal kits, I was going to demonstrate to you how I was going to break the law of conservation of matter and fry the vegetables into half a steak?"

"No, Edwin, that's not funny at all. How long have you been doing this?"

Charlie emphasized and asked Edwin again.

Faced with Charlie's question, Edwin pondered for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and said...

“I don’t know either. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. This is the biggest joke that has ever happened to us.”

"I, who claimed to be able to relieve everyone's psychological stress, was actually the first to fall into mental illness, and I was even the most serious one!"

"But don't worry, Charlie, I know how to treat myself. I just need to take some medicine, and I brought a lot of it with me!"

At this point, Edwin simply took out his medication and prepared to take two pills.

But as he did so, Charlie quickly reached out and grabbed his medicine bottle, shouting at him loudly.

"You've already taken this medication today, damn it! I now highly doubt why you brought psychological drugs to the space station. I even suspect you already had this problem on the ground!"

"Why are you like this? Damn it, where is your stress coming from? What do you know? Do you know more than we do? Do you know the end of the world is coming?!"

"Wait, shit, I shouldn't have asked you that. I'm sorry, I'm probably going crazy with anxiety too. You couldn't possibly know any of that, because you didn't have those symptoms before the apocalypse. And your medication wasn't something you brought with you; it was something that was regularly provided at the space station. I need to be more clear-headed!"

At this point, Charlie rubbed his face vigorously, then put Edwin's medicine aside.

He simply grabbed Edwin and dragged the bewildered Edwin all the way to Big Ivan.

Seeing the two of them float towards him hand in hand, Big Ivan couldn't help but tease them.

"What's going on between you two? Have you started dating?"

"Stop messing around, you piece of shit! Edwin is on the verge of a mental breakdown. His condition is so serious that he can't even remember his dosage!"

Charlie interrupted Ivan's teasing and called out to him.

Upon hearing this, Ivan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said to Charlie in disbelief.

"What are you saying? You mean... Edwin is going crazy, but we haven't noticed?"

"That's right, damn it, we never considered the possibility of a psychologist having psychological problems, so in a corner we couldn't have noticed, Edwin started to have hallucinations, and his memory and logic also started to have problems!"

Charlie explained helplessly to Ivan, who then took a deep breath and quickly waved to Charlie.

"We need to tell everyone this as soon as possible. We'll probably have to keep a close eye on Edwin's medication for the next few days."

As they spoke, Ivan and Charlie, along with Edwin, briefed everyone on the space station on his situation.

Thus, Richard and Kobayashi Naoya's communication with Li Qing was interrupted for the first time by a question from the space station.

Seeing that Kobayashi and the other person apologized and turned off the communication channel.

Li Qing looked at Old Bert with lingering interest.

He was having a great conversation with the two PhDs. It was the first time he had ever met such easy-going PhDs, especially since they were astronauts—a group with both strong professional knowledge and practical skills!
Moreover, these two PhDs taught him without reservation, an experience that almost plunged Li Qing into a sea of ​​learning from which he could not extricate himself.

The more focused he was, the more unpleasant it was to be interrupted.

Seeing Li Qing's regretful expression, Old Bert couldn't help but take a deep breath and reach out to grab Li Qing's wrist.

"Kid, remind me, when Gavin comes back, we absolutely must tell him that something might have happened to the astronauts!"

"what?"

Hearing Old Bert's words, Li Qing narrowed his eyes in confusion and asked Old Bert, puzzled.

"They've run into trouble? No way! They're communicating with me perfectly. My God, their knowledge is incredible. We've only been exchanging words, and they've already figured out almost everything on Earth. Are these the world's top academic experts? I've already seen the goal I need to strive for!"

"Yes, you were having a great conversation, but then they stopped!"

At this moment, Old Bert interrupted Li Qing and began to explain to him.

"Before this, our communication was never interrupted, because neither of us wanted to break this long-distance call!"

"But this time, our call was interrupted just when you and the scholars were having the most fun!"

"Believe me, they would never have done this if they hadn't encountered a nearly insurmountable problem. Gavin must know about this!"

"It's just unclear what kind of problems the astronauts encountered, whether they were material or psychological."

"If it's a shortage of supplies or a lack of air, then there's nothing we can do to help them."

"God, please bless those children floating in the sky..."

(End of this chapter)