An hour later, when Chen Mulin returned to the base, the sun had already set.

Park the rover, because it can't be repaired, so I can only leave it like this for the time being, enter the base and take off the spacesuit and put it back in place, and then walk into the live broadcast room and sit on a chair, which is relieved.

It felt like home and felt very safe here.

After a little rest, Chen Mulin didn't dare to be lazy, and hurriedly cleaned up the photovoltaic panels outside and turned the blown down panels up, otherwise he might face a situation of running out of electricity.

After doing everything, Chen Mulin, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, didn't even take a shower, and really didn't want to move anymore, so he went back to the room and fell asleep.

The next day, Chen Mulin, as usual, got up to complete the day's tasks, and then started broadcasting.

"Today is the eighth Martian day, after yesterday's sandstorm, the weather has been good in recent days, and it is expected that there will be no more sandstorms in this area in the near future. ”

Maybe it's because of the sandstorm, not long after the broadcast started today, it reached the heat before it was forced to go off the broadcast yesterday, maybe it's because I'm worried about him.

It's only been a few minutes since the start of the broadcast, and the barrage has always been in a state of take-off.

[Barrage: The anchor is not cool yet!]

[Barrage: I don't believe it when it is said that it is a green screen, if it is really a sandstorm, it is someone else who is live here today. 】

[Barrage: No, yesterday's acting skills were good, why did you want to go off the air?]

[Barrage: What's the situation, what happened yesterday?]

[Barrage: You are stupid, of course the broadcast is for the live broadcast effect, such a strong sandstorm, if it is not broadcast, it will be too fake. 】

[Barrage: Do you dare to remove the green screen?]

......

"I'm glad that yesterday's sandstorm didn't kill me, but the signal receiver of the rover was broken, and this loss is acceptable!"

Saying that, Chen Mulin wanted to stop talking, and wanted to complain, but he was afraid that it would affect the live broadcast, so he thought about it, he couldn't be so narrow in his heart, after all, this accident couldn't be completely blamed on the instigation of the sailors, and he was also responsible.

The sailors didn't know that the sandstorm would suddenly change direction, and they were instigated because of their negligence and didn't think so much.

[Barrage: It's a pity!]

[Barrage: It's a pity, what a good prop, it was damaged by the anchor again, do you want to blow up the base next time?]

[Barrage: A bad antenna will still kill the anchor, it's really not worth it for that antenna!]

"I don't want to either!" Chen Mulin looked at the barrage stall and complained to himself: "In the face of natural disasters, I also feel worthless because I sacrificed the signal receiver, how cheap my life is, there is no signal receiver value." ”

[Barrage: It's okay to be self-black. 】

[Barrage: Then, what about the chicken butt?]

[Barrage: Chicken Ass ......]

[Barrage: Yes, take it out and see if it's the ass of the Martian chicken!]

[Barrage: What is the self-blackness, isn't the chicken ass fragrant?]

......

Looking at the screen full of chicken butts, Chen Mulin remembered that the chicken butts brought back yesterday at the risk of death were still on the rover.

"Okay, ass of chicken! I'm going to get it for you!"

After Chen Mulin finished speaking, he got up and put on his spacesuit, walked out of the base to the garage, and took back the chicken butt on the car.

Show the chicken butt to the sailors again: "The chicken butt you want is still the one from yesterday, the original flavor is guaranteed, the package is guaranteed to be unpacked, and the Martian chicken butt is genuine!"

"Now I'm going to make a sweep of this chicken ass and analyze how the chicken ass of Mars is different from the chicken ass of Earth. ”

[Barrage: 666...... Is the chicken butt still divided into Mars and Earth?]

[Barrage: Anchor, are you serious?]

[Barrage: Maybe once you check it, the anchor's saliva DNA remains on it, and it's a lot of fun.] 】

[Barrage: As a pioneer in landing on Mars, why don't you try the poison first and be a contemporary Shennong, maybe the people who land on Mars in the future don't need to bring food?]

"Of course, as a pioneer, if I find that it can be eaten, of course I am obliged to try the poison first, and maybe I won't even need to grow potatoes in the future. Chen Mulin smiled, and then put the chicken butt on the supercomputer to scan.

After a while, the results of the sweep came out.

[Xuannu: "According to big data analysis, this is a chicken butt, which is mainly rich in nutritional protein, fat, calcium, phosphorus, iron, etc., in addition to a small amount of toxins in the meat, it has been determined: mutant hens, inedible!"]

[Barrage: Thoughtful, acting a full set, even the hen has mutated, and then acts as a Martian chicken?]

[Barrage: It's a bit interesting, it seems that the anchor doesn't forget to poison when he eats chicken!]

[Barrage: I said, why is there a hen missing in my chicken shed, it turned out that the anchor stole it, let me explain in advance, my family is in a small village in the Gobi Desert. 】

[Barrage: What a coincidence, my hen was also stolen, it can't be the anchor, right?]

[Barrage: Chickens that can survive on Mars, could it be that chickens are strong?]

[Barrage: Correct, it's not Mars, it's the Gobi Desert, please keep in formation!]

......

Ignoring the barrage of sailors who made things out of nothing, Chen Mulin asked Xuannu: "This is Mars, can this chicken really survive on the surface of Mars?"

[Xuannu: "Mr. Chen, it is impossible for life to exist in the Martian atmosphere, perhaps as you guessed, there is still a space under Mars, which may be suitable for life to survive. ”】

Chen Mulin thought about it and felt that it made sense, the Martian atmosphere is so thin, and most of it is carbon dioxide, which does not meet the survival needs of life at all.

Of course, it is not excluded that the creatures on Mars grew up by absorbing carbon dioxide, but no creatures were found on the surface of Mars, only traces of suspected biological activities.

In the current situation, there is a space under the ground where Martian creatures live, and only occasionally come out of the Martian surface to move.

Then, Chen Mulin asked Xuannu again: "So, is there a way to scan the structure underground?"

[Xuannu: "Yes, Mr. Chen!"

"Then hurry up, scan it, I want to see if there are really Martians living underground!" Chen Mulin was very excited, he was about to discover the existence of Martians, and he even began to breathe rapidly.

[Xuannu: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, you don't have the right to use it for the time being!"]

I'm down, the emotional authority level is not enough, and I'm excited.

"So how many levels of permissions do I need to be able to use it?" Chen Mulin still didn't give up, maybe he could use it by raising another level?

[Xuannu: "That's like this, Mr. Chen, the scanning machine is not expensive, but because this will involve the highest mystery of Mars, the permission level of the instrument has been increased from level 3 to the highest level of 9, so Mr. Chen, please continue to improve the permission level, come on!"