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

Lu Chengong saw the reason for withdrawal and, unusually, refrained from making a tactless remark. He added his own medical confirmation: Pain does not equate to consent to continuing to use the Hou Yi sequence. The broken bow fragment trembled slightly, as if acknowledging this clumsy but important statement.

Looking at the rules, Xiaoman suddenly added her own confirmation: If an observer is tired, they can simply write "I'm tired," which is also a valid status. Xu Wangshu approved. Because people aren't machines; they can't always output perfect data. This small change gave the DreamNet observers a reason to leave for the first time, and it also made the cabinet door at the end of the white corridor a little darker.

Qin Lan immediately paused the automatic report completion and required each anomaly to be signed by a specific person. The old system preferred complete forms, and external observation chased after glaring intentions. What the system could rely on now were those confirmations that were a bit slower, less impressive, but had someone responsible. Lin Jibai flashed his flashlight after hearing this: [Ugly is life-saving.] Xu Wangshu did not refute, but only added a sentence to the guidelines: Records can be imperfect, but they cannot be left unattended.

As dawn broke over the space city, no one in the main control cabin dared to fully open the curtains.

The morning light pierced through the cracks, illuminating the edge of the toolbox, like a cold white border around the worn-out box. Lin Jibai's stability was at 43%, the flashlight occasionally flashing to prove he was still there, but each flash was a beat slower than usual.

Xu Wangshu rearranged all the records from last night.

The core module of Xuan Niao III was damaged, the spark slept in the darkness, the fragments of the Nine Suns retreated back into the darkness of orbit, the North Heavenly Gate closed its gaps, and the old road sign in the western suburbs was covered by a temporary manhole cover number.

Each of these points appears to be a phased control measure.

Only the last one, like a fine thorn stuck at the end of all the reports.

[An unknown observation has been made outside the North Heavenly Gate.]

unknown.

observe.

No contact.

Unnamed.

Xu Wangshu stared at the three words "Unnamed" for a long time before highlighting them in red.

"From now on, no one may give it a code name."

Wen Zhaolin looked up.

He relinquished control of the solar sail last night, and after the demotion, he actually looked several years older. But upon hearing this, he still instinctively frowned.

"Without code names, cross-departmental communication would be very troublesome."

"It's better to be bothered than to be found by its name," Xu Wangshu said. "South Heavenly Gate, North Heavenly Gate, Nine Suns, Zhurong—these are names left over from the old system. We call them that because they've already been covered by its rules. The one outside the gate isn't."

Lin Xiaoman sat in the audience, wrapped in a blanket, her fingers still trembling.

"When it looked over, the DreamNet wall was covered in frost."

Qin Lan immediately asked, "Is the frost sample still available?"

"Still a little bit."

Xu Wangshu told her to only draw the shapes, not to write her feelings. Xiaoman nodded and slowly drew the black frost patterns on the white corridor wall on the screen. The patterns did not spread outwards, but seemed to seep out from inside the wall, fine and dense, bypassing all the records marked "Human Review".

Qin Lan's expression darkened slightly.

"Did it circumvent the record?"

"It's not avoiding it." Xu Wangshu magnified the lines. "It seems it doesn't recognize these records."

The main control room fell silent.

The most terrifying aspect of the old Heavenly Court system was its extensive understanding of human affairs. It could access hospital data, space links, asset permissions, kinship ties, and inheritance obligations, and could transform people step by step into samples, fuel, and evidence.

But the eye outside the door doesn't even recognize these things.

When Lu Chengong was pushed back, his left arm was still connected to a nerve monitoring cable. After listening to half of the story, he sneered.

"It's better if it doesn't know. If it doesn't even know what the human world is, what right does it have to see it?"

The toolbox flashlight lit up briefly.

【rational.】

Xu Wangshu glanced over and said, "Stop agreeing with me."

The flashlight went out.

Lin Xiaoman looked at her brother's toolbox and whispered, "Then what if it's not meant to take care of us?"

No one answered immediately.

This statement is more difficult to handle than "it wants to invade." If the other party is not a patrolman from the Northern Heavenly Gate, not part of the old Heavenly Court system, not a fragment of the Nine Suns, and is neither angry nor bound by rules, but merely casts a glance at us, where should the rejection from the human world fall?

Wen Zhaolin suddenly spoke: "Deep Void Divine Court."

Xu Wangshu looked at him.

"You know?"

"I've only seen four words in the old files," Wen Zhaolin said in a low voice. "In the early days of the Buzhou Mountain Project, Lin Wangchuan translated a fragmented record. It said that the Heavenly Court was not the end point, but merely a management shell close to the human world. The outer side of the North Heavenly Gate is the outer shell."

Qin Lan pressed further, "Where is the file?"

Wen Zhaolin remained silent for a moment.

"The main treasury of Tianheng. Part of it has been made public, and part of it is in the hands of Wen Qingyue."

Lu Chengong's eyes turned cold.

"At this point, still only partially?"

Wen Zhaolin offered no explanation.

"I don't have all the keys. After Wen Qingyue took over the sample department, she rewrote many of the storage layers. She won't hand them over voluntarily."

A knock came from the toolbox.

The screen lights up.

She can.

Xu Wangshu frowned: "Lin Jibai, you can't touch the Tianheng Sealed Layer right now."

Do not touch.

The second line slowly appeared.

Let her be afraid.

Ten minutes later, the interim review panel issued a public inquiry to Tianheng Group.

It was neither a threat nor a negotiation.

List only the facts.

[An unknown observation has been triggered outside the North Heavenly Gate.]

[The old archives of Tianheng once contained records from outside the shell.]

[If the sealing continues, Tianheng shall bear full responsibility for backtracking the unknown observation sequence sealing interface.]

The last sentence was added at Lin Jibai's insistence.

Sealing off something doesn't equate to security; many things thrive on doors that are unattended.

Three minutes after the message was sent, Wen Qingyue’s private channel connected.

She didn't exchange pleasantries.

What did you see?

Xu Wangshu calmly replied: "Unnamed observation."

Don't play with words.

"It's precisely because we don't play with words that we don't name things."

Wen Qingyue remained silent for a long time.

When she spoke again, her voice showed obvious fatigue for the first time.

I can access some of the old files, but they must be read within the Tianheng isolation room.

Qin Lan directly refused: "I will not accept a venue provided unilaterally."

Then there's nothing to discuss.

The toolbox flashlight turned on.

She was afraid that if the files were left behind, the things inside would awaken.

Wen Qingyue's breathing paused slightly.

Lin Jibai continued typing, so slowly it was as if each word was being typed out from the bottom of a box.

It's not that she doesn't want to give it; it's that she's afraid to move it.

Xu Wangshu immediately seized on the key point: "Aren't files just written records?"

Wen Qingyue did not answer.

Lu Chengong cursed under his breath.

"Just how much more vital information does Tianheng still have hidden?"

On the other end of the channel, Wen Qingyue finally spoke.

[It doesn't mean it's panting.]

She paused for a moment.

[Yes, we will look back.]

Everyone in the main control cabin simultaneously focused their attention on the black frost patterns drawn by Xiaoman.

At that moment, the shallow layer of the DreamNet suddenly lit up.

Xiaoman suddenly pressed down on the earphone.

"At the end of the white corridor... there's a new cabinet door."

Xu Wangshu immediately cut off the listening depth.

But a line of indifferent old text still appeared on the screen.

It is neither the cold white of the North Heavenly Gate nor the crimson of the Zhurong Terrace.

The words seemed to be pressed out from the deepest darkness, their edges devoid of warmth.

[Request to review the external files.]

The heartbeat inside the toolbox suddenly stopped for a beat.