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

Qin Lan didn't label all these people as enemies. She allowed the platform to preserve private expression but removed the public spotlight. Xu Wangshu agrees with this distinction: people can be afraid, angry, and demand an explanation, but they cannot package their resentment as a beacon representing everyone. This boundary is delicate, but it must be clearly defined starting now.

Xu Wangshu also discovered a more hidden kind of light: the platform's wish wall. Many people write down their hopes that the gods will punish someone for them. The words themselves don't shine, but they can be pushed to the homepage and displayed on the hot list, thus becoming another kind of light board. Lin Jibai only typed one sentence: "Don't turn your resentment into a light board." This time, no one thought he was being sarcastic.

After the repair boat returned to port, Wen Zhaolin was not sent back to Tianheng.

He volunteered to enter the human review and oversight area. Wen Qingyue coldly objected in the channel, arguing that Tianheng still had a large amount of asset transfers that required his confirmation. Qin Lan only replied with one sentence:

"It is precisely because there are still a large amount of assets that we cannot let him go back to confirm them separately."

Before cutting off the channel, Wen Qingyue left behind a half-sentence that was cryptic.

[Do you think he was the only one who submitted it?]

This sentence made the main control cabin, which had just relaxed, tense up again.

The record outside the shell clearly states at the end: There are presenters inside the human realm.

It never existed.

Yes, it exists.

Xu Wangshu separated the three characters "上呈者" (the one who presents the document) into their individual parts.

"It doesn't necessarily refer to members of an organization; it could refer to anyone, agreement, system, slogan, or even historical record that actively requests an external order to take over human affairs."

Lu Chenggong sneered: "That's a very broad scope. There are plenty of people who think the human world is too chaotic and want to find a god to keep things in check."

Qin Lan said in a deep voice, "Thoughts are not a crime. The key is whether a light path that can be read from outside the shell has been formed."

The toolbox flashlight is on.

[Look for the bright ones.]

This statement became the temporary direction.

They began investigating all the highlighted interfaces that might be sending "order requests" to deep space: active signals from observatories, commercial satellite advertising payloads, live broadcasts of religious activities, old assets of Tianheng, city glass curtain walls linked to GG, and even screenshots of Beitianmen that some netizens forwarded last night.

The work was so tedious it made my scalp tingle.

Older systems favor grand entrances, but those observing from outside the shell might follow any intentional beam of light.

After resting for two hours, Lin Xiaoman insisted on returning to the main control cabin. Xu Wangshu disagreed with her joining the Dream Network, so she sat next to the toolbox, responsible for classifying the abnormal light sources reported from various places into "with consent", "without consent", "historical legacy" and "commercial gimmick".

She stopped abruptly when she was assigned a spot.

"here."

The screen shows a commercial aerospace-themed park in a coastal city. Following the Beitianmen incident last night, the park temporarily turned on a giant laser show to capitalize on the controversy, projecting a slogan into the night sky.

[May the gods restore order.]

Lu Chengong's face darkened after reading it.

"Do these people have a death wish?"

Qin Lan immediately contacted the local authorities to shut it down.

The technicians quickly discovered that the laser show had stopped, but the scattered remnants in the sky hadn't disappeared. A faint black frost had formed at the edge of the cloud, reflecting the city lights.

Xu Wangshu judged: "It's not the core content that's being presented, it's just noise. But more noise will pave the way for it."

What's more troublesome is that there are multiple sources of similar noise.

Some people use the North Heavenly Gate as a doomsday prophecy, some turn fragments of the Nine Suns into prayer projections, some sell courses using "Return of Heaven," and some actually light lamps and kneel on the top of tall buildings, hoping that external forces will punish those they hate.

The human realm was not uniformly reported.

But there are too many scattered instances of "agreeing on behalf of others" within the human community.

This is more difficult to handle than dealing with Wen Zhaolin.

Wen Zhaolin sat in the monitoring seat, looking at the messy light source records, and said in a low voice, "I used to think that as long as a higher order was established, this chaos could be suppressed."

Xu Wangshu said, "So the only difference between you and them is that you have a larger budget."

This statement carries significant weight.

Wen Zhaolin did not refute.

The toolbox flashlight is on.

They are also better at engraving.

Lu Chenggong couldn't help but chuckle.

Qin Lan then began issuing public safety tips.

It's difficult to find the right words.

One cannot say, "Don't shine light on the gods," as that would be tantamount to admitting that the gods are watching; nor can one say, "Observation from outside the shell will allow one to locate objects by following the light," as that would incite even greater imitation. Finally, Xu Wangshu drafted a version in plain language:

[Recently, deep-space optical anomalies have been frequent. All units are requested to cease all unauthorized high-power aerial projections, laser shows, orbital reflection experiments, and marketing activities related to these anomalies. Any slogans, ceremonies, or images expressing a public commitment to maintaining external order are not representative and will be subject to legal action.]

After reading it, Lu Chengong said, "Too gentle."

Old Zhou sent a message from afar: "Add one more thing, don't take pictures randomly, it'll attract dirt."

Qin Lan didn't add it, but it was written in the internal notes.

After the public notice was issued, most of the light sources were suppressed.

There is only one place where it is missing.

The rooftop of the old headquarters building of Tianheng Group.

A thin, steady beam of white light rose from there.

It wasn't a GG, a laser show, or an ordinary searchlight. It pierced through the city's dimly lit veil, pointing straight in the direction where the Beitianmen signal had once appeared.

Wen Zhaolin suddenly stood up.

"That is the balancing lamp bestowed upon the founding layer of Tianheng."

Xu Wangshu asked, "Who can open it?"

Wen Zhaolin's face turned ashen.

"Me, Wen Qingyue, and three former members of the board of directors."

Qin Lan immediately connected with Tianheng headquarters.

Wen Qingyue's image appeared. She stood in front of a dark glass wall, with the white light control interface behind her.

Xu Wangshu asked directly, "Did you drive it?"

Wen Qingyue did not deny it.

【Yes. 】

Lu Chengong cursed, "Are you crazy?"

Wen Qingyue looked at everyone, her eyes as cold as a block of alloy.

[Wen Zhaolin can retract his error on my behalf, and I can also make a request on my behalf.]

Qin Lan's voice deepened: "You have no right to use Tianheng Assets to make any request for order from the Unknown Observation."

I do not represent humanity.

Wen Qingyue spoke each word clearly.

I only request to observe the celestial balance from outside its shell.

Wen Zhaolin's face turned pale.

He finally understood what she was going to do.

She didn't simply seek refuge with them.

She wants to cut off Tianheng and present it as a proactively submitted sample. If the external observation accepts Tianheng, it may be possible to bypass the human verification seat and obtain a legitimate observation anchor.

The satellites, sample libraries, medical data, old archives, and solar sail remnants that Tianheng possesses will become the first window through which the outside world looks at the human world.

The toolbox's heartbeat quickened.

The screen lights up.

Turn off the lights.

Qin Lan immediately ordered the external power supply to Tianheng headquarters to be cut off.

The balance lamp was not extinguished.

Wen Qingyue calmly said:

Independent energy source.

Wen Zhaolin's voice was hoarse: "Qingyue, stop."

Wen Qingyue showed a hint of emotion for the first time.

You retracted Tianheng's statement about his mistake, but you didn't ask him if he was willing to apologize with you.

The white light grew brighter and brighter.

The interface of the Deep Space Divine Court appears.

The partial request was granted.

[Anchor point generation in progress.]

Lin Xiaoman suddenly pressed her hand to her chest.

"Outside the Dream Network... something is knocking on the glass."

Xu Wangshu's pupils contracted.

Within the beam of white light at Tianheng headquarters, a very thin black line slowly descended.