Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

The flame of revolution is no longer on the Zhurong Terrace.

After those words were spoken, the main control room remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Lu Chengong spoke first.

"So, who were we talking to all that time?"

Xu Wangshu stared at the remaining data after the fire seal unfolded, his face colder than ever before.

"Speak to Taiwan."

Lin Jibai continued, "It's not about talking to the fire."

Zhu Rongtai is a platform.

The spark is the spark.

They had subconsciously equated the two because Zhu Rongtai had been using the name of the "fire seed" to reveal, question, and screen potential contacts. However, the fire seal at the bottom of the South Heavenly Gate told them that the true fire seed was not in the red ring outside Mars' orbit.

Why did Zhu Rongtai require human beings to submit candidates for contact?

Wen Zhaolin's voice was low and deep.

"It is looking for someone who can bring the fire back."

Qin Lan immediately asked, "Where are you taking it back?"

No one answered.

On the main screen, Huoyin Data was divided into three layers by Xu Wangshu.

The first layer is the coordinate system of the Zhurong Terrace.

The second layer is the pressure relief copper sheet at the west entrance of the exhibition hall.

The third layer is the residual material at the bottom layer of the Nantianmen key.

After the three layers are stacked, a curved red line appears.

The starting point of the red line is not Mars.

It's not the far side of the moon either.

It was a decommissioned miniature experimental satellite in near-Earth orbit.

Qin Lan retrieved the file.

"Xuan Niao No. 3. An early communication verification satellite for the Buzhou Mountain Project ten years ago. Official records state that it lost contact and crashed."

Lin Jibai's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Ten years ago.

It's been ten years since then.

Lin Wangchuan's disappearance, the interruption of the Buzhou Mountain project, and Tianheng's takeover of some civilian aerospace interfaces—many clues converged at that point in time.

Xu Wangshu continued his search.

"Xuan Niao No. 3 did not crash."

She magnified the data of the orbital debris.

"It was registered as space debris, but it has actually been orbiting at low power. The most recent abnormal power supply was before the appearance of the embers of Zhurong in Chapter 95."

Lu Chenggong frowned as he looked at the tiny dot that was almost ignored by all the systems.

"The Zhurong Terrace is striking a gong on the outer edge of Mars; is the true spark of fire hidden in Earth's near-Earth orbit?"

Lin Jibai said, "Isn't it like someone putting a dangerous object at their front door and then installing an alarm far away?"

Wen Zhaolin whispered, "Like Lin Wangchuan."

This time, Lin Jibai did not refute.

Because this really does resemble a father.

Instead of handing the fire over to Zhurongtai or letting the old Heavenly Court take it away, they hid it in a place that could be encountered in the human world but that the system could easily overlook, and left three manual clues: Ximen watermark, copper piece, and Dream Net fire mark.

Xu Wangshu suddenly realized something.

"If Xuan Niao No. 3 is the true carrier of the fire, then Zhu Rongtai's current request to contact the candidate may not be for the purpose of obtaining the fire."

Lin Xiaoman replied, her voice tense.

"It's to confirm who can find it."

The red ring on the main screen suddenly lit up.

The Zhurong Terrace seemed to have heard their reasoning.

The ancient, fiery red characters slowly emerged.

[The fire will not return to the platform.]

Has the fire returned to the human world?

This is not inducement.

It is an interrogation.

If Lin Wangchuan hid the spark in near-Earth orbit around the human world, would the human world be entitled to continue to keep it?

Wen Qingyue Channel was accessed again.

[It is recommended that Tianheng Orbital Assets immediately reclaim Xuan Niao No. 3.]

The carrier of the fire source must no longer be exposed to civilian rails.

Qin Lan said coldly, "She's really quick."

The technician immediately reported: "Two remaining commercial maintenance satellites of Tianheng have been detected changing orbits!"

Lu Chengong's eyes turned cold.

"She's trying to steal the fire."

Lin Jibai's one-handed projection hadn't fully recovered yet, but it was already pressed onto the table.

"Qin Lan, can you stop her?"

"Official track control will take three minutes."

"Three minutes is too slow."

Xu Wangshu looked at the lighthouse on the far side of the moon.

"The lighthouse can send a low-power check pulse."

Wen Zhaolin immediately said, "It will expose the lighthouse interface."

Lin Jibai said, "Then use my maintenance markings."

Everyone looked at the toolbox.

"If Xuan Niao No. 3 was left by my father, it wouldn't only recognize the system password."

His voice was soft, yet steady.

Xu Wangshu did not rush to announce the conclusion.

She instructed the technicians to cross-reference all publicly available files on Xuan Niao III, fragmented internal records from Tianheng, Lin Wangchuan's safety review recollections, and old maintenance records from the space city. Soon, a detail that had been overlooked for many years surfaced.

The last ground maintenance before Xuan Niao III lost contact was signed for by someone other than Lin Wangchuan.

It was Lin Jibai.

Back then, he was just a young man running errands for an outsourcing team, and the items he signed for were insignificant: replacing a set of low-temperature sealing gaskets and checking the dust covers for manual contacts. There was even a note in the record—Xiao Lin said the cover was too tight and suggested not to lock it automatically.

Lin Jibai stared at the words and fell silent.

He doesn't remember it.

Perhaps it's due to the passage of time, or perhaps the echoes from the Heavenly Pillar and repeated unauthorized accesses have worn away some of the edges. But the record remains, the anchor in the human world remains. The man who didn't know the truth of the myth still used the most ordinary repair judgment to leave a path for himself ten years later.

"So Blackbird No. 3 doesn't only recognize my dad," he said.

Xu Wangshu nodded.

"I acknowledge you too."

Wen Qingyue's channel paused briefly at this moment.

She probably saw the delivery receipt as well.

If there are traces of Lin Jibai's maintenance on Xuan Niao No. 3, then Tianheng's reason for seizing it under the guise of "orbital asset security" will be much weaker. It will no longer be just an unclaimed dangerous object, but an old interface that is jointly bound to Lin Wangchuan, Lin Jibai, and the manual markings made by the human world.

Qin Lan immediately updated her application for control.

[The Xuan Niao III system has been manually repurposed as a legacy interface and is prohibited from being unilaterally reclaimed by commercial maintenance entities.]

The speed at which Tianheng maintains the satellite's orbital changes is getting faster and faster.

On the orbital diagram, the two commercially maintained stars resemble two silver hooks, flanking Xuan Niao 3 from different directions. They are using legitimate maintenance orbits, and from the outside, there is no indication of any intention to attack; they could even be interpreted as a space debris recycling plan.

This is where Wen Qingyue's intelligence lies.

She wouldn't shout for the fire.

She would only prepare all the formalities in advance to make the robbery appear responsible.

When Qin Lan received the confirmation from the track control, her expression turned even colder.

"She submitted an emergency shelter request."

Lu Chenggong asked, "Can it be rejected?"

"Yes, but it will take time."

Looking at the two maintenance stars, Lin Jibai suddenly remembered the type of people he used to hate the most when he was doing maintenance at the exhibition hall: they could always come up with procedures to prove that they were right, but in the end, it was you who was leaking water, it was you who had a power outage, and it was you who was trapped in the underground passage.

"She's not trying to steal our proposal," he said.

"She was trying to be the first to touch the fire."

Xu Wangshu nodded.

As long as Tianheng Maintenance Star is the first to touch Xuan Niao No. 3, all subsequent core verifications will have an additional "established contact". This is the fact that Wen Qingyue wants.

Xu Wangshu circled the phrase "established contact" to warn everyone. Much control doesn't begin with commands, but with a seemingly harmless initial touch. Once touched, one can claim intervention; once intervened, one can demand subsequent management rights. Wen Qingyue's forte is precisely this kind of clean overstepping of boundaries.

"It should recognize human-generated markings."

On the main screen, the Tianheng maintenance star is only 200 kilometers away from Xuan Niao III.

On the sleeping shell of Xuan Niao No. 3, a line of small characters, almost worn away by time, suddenly lit up.

[Don't automatically recycle. Wait for someone to knock three times.]