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

Wen Zhaolin listened to those voices, his fingers slowly clenching. He had once said at a board meeting that the will of the company was above the wavering of individuals. Now, every trembling employee's voice felt like a dismantling of his sentence. Tianheng was not a ship, at least not one that everyone boarded voluntarily. Some were just there to collect their wages; they shouldn't be led by the captain to crash into deep space.

Sounds also came from the underground equipment floor. The outsourced electrician said the contract only lasted until the end of the month, and he couldn't even get into the Tianheng canteen; the archive assistant cried and said that he only swept old receipts and had never heard of Shouheng lights. Wen Qingyue finally realized that "Tianheng" was not a neat and orderly group, but a bunch of people temporarily tied together by access control, wages, and confidentiality clauses.

As the black line descended, frost formed on all the glass on the roof of Tianheng headquarters at the same time.

It wasn't a natural frost layer caused by low temperatures, but rather a layer of fine, almost scale-like black and white patterns. It climbed down along the beam of light from the balancing lamp, as if something had finally found a thin rope to rest on.

Wen Qingyue stood in the control room, her expression remaining calm.

But the staff behind her had already started to back away.

The partial request was granted.

[Anchor point generation in progress.]

These two lines of text hung on the main screen of the Human Review Panel, like a cold, impersonal receipt.

Qin Lan immediately issued a mandatory lockdown order to Tianheng headquarters: "Evacuate all personnel from the building, cut off the power to the power supply lamps, and have the physical shading team enter."

Wen Qingyue responded: [Tianheng will handle this internally.]

Lu Chenggong laughed in exasperation: "Does she really think she's hired a consultant?"

Xu Wangshu did not waste time arguing.

"Wen Qingyue, what you're establishing now isn't an isolated sample, but an observation anchor. Once it's established, all of Tianheng's interfaces will be considered objects that can be reviewed."

【I know. 】

"Including yourself."

Wen Qingyue paused for a moment.

[Tianheng needs a higher observer. Otherwise, Wen Zhaolin's mistakes, the temporary power of the Human Review Committee, and the loss of control over the remnants of the old Heavenly Court will continue to cover each other up.]

Wen Zhaolin's voice was deep: "You're not correcting me, you're repeating me."

Wen Qingyue looked at him.

No. I am more honest than you. You speak of restoring order to the world; I only report to the Heavenly Balance.

The flashlight in the toolbox suddenly turned on.

There is someone in Tianheng.

Wen Qingyue frowned.

Lin Jibai continued typing.

[Cleaning staff, drivers, interns, sample collectors, maintenance workers, patient data, family files.]

What you submitted was not the company's information.

It's them.

Wen Qingyue's eyes flickered slightly.

Just then, the first batch of abnormal personnel reports came from inside the Tianheng headquarters building.

A security guard on duty stood at the elevator entrance and suddenly stopped talking. His name tag lit up with a cold white border, and his work record automatically popped up on the screen: date of employment, number of night shifts, number of times he was caught napping without permission, home address, and medical examination report.

Next was the cleaning staff's shift schedule.

Next is the experimenter's sample contact log.

The observer outside the shell did not recognize any human names, but following the "light" in the records inside the Heavenly Balance, it saw everyone illuminated by the system.

Wen Qingyue's expression finally changed.

Stop displaying employee data!

The system did not listen to her.

Because the weighing lamp has already submitted the celestial balance as a local sample.

Qin Lan said coldly, "Now we accept the Human Review Panel's takeover."

Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth.

【take over.】

The moment the permissions were granted, Xu Wangshu implemented the personnel protection rules into Tianheng's internal system.

Tianheng employees are individuals.

[The information regarding company assets, employment relationships, or sample contact records must not be submitted, viewed, retrieved, or indexed.]

However, the external records immediately surfaced.

[Within the scope authorized by the submitter, internal records are observable.]

This is a crack.

Wen Qingyue has the right to manage Tianheng's assets, but not the right to represent the people within Tianheng. The problem lies in Tianheng's past adeptness at including people in its assets: employee files, adaptee agreements, medical samples, family data, debt binding, and confidentiality clauses.

Those records that were once created for ease of management have now become tools for observing things from outside the shell.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly stood up.

"Play human records."

Xu Wangshu looked at her.

Xiaoman's face was pale, but she was very clear-headed.

"Before... no, when we saved my brother before, didn't we prove that the evidence didn't include cigarettes? And employees aren't assets either."

She didn't use the dream network, but only opened the public channel on the real side.

"Everyone at Tianheng headquarters, if you can hear me, please say something unrelated to work."

Qin Lan immediately understood and took over the broadcast.

No one responded in the first second.

The next second, the security guard, whose name tag was illuminated, said in a trembling voice, "My daughter has an exam today."

The cold white border paused for a moment.

The cleaning lady's voice followed: "I'm going to buy groceries after get off work; my grandson wants to eat ribs."

The lab technician's voice trembled: "I don't want to submit this; I'm just here for quality control."

"I've only written half of my resignation letter!"

"My cat is still waiting for me at home!"

"I only outsource network maintenance, don't count me as one of Tianheng's employees!"

A jumble of incoherent words poured out from all levels of Tianheng headquarters. There were no grand narratives, no calls for order, only specific people, specific lives, and specific fears.

The toolbox flashlight lit up steadily.

【Record.】

Xu Wangshu brought all the voices together to the Human World Review Meeting.

Qin Lan stamped the seal.

[Tianheng internal staff confirmed: They did not agree to the partial submission.]

[Corporate authorization does not cover individuals.]

[Employment relationship does not constitute consent for off-shell monitoring.]

As Wen Zhaolin watched the employees' voices, his face grew paler and paler.

He used to say that Tianheng was a ship, and everyone on board had to obey the course. Only now did he realize how many people on the ship had never even seen the captain; they were just there to work, pay off loans, support their families, and work overtime for a paycheck.

Wen Qingyue heard it too.

She stood in the control room of the balance lamp, her fingers slowly loosening.

I am withdrawing the partial submission.

The external recorder responded immediately.

Does the withdrawal represent all of Tianheng's internal records?

She opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.

If we're talking about representation, then it means agreeing on behalf of everyone again.

If it doesn't represent the position, then the withdrawal is invalid.

Lin Jibai's screen lit up.

[Remove authorization.]

Xu Wangshu quickly said, "It's not that you're withdrawing on behalf of others; it's that all the people you've wrongly associated with are being removed. Only you and the assets you directly control remain."

Qin Lan immediately organized the separation of permissions. Tianheng employee files were removed from the scope of authorization granted by Hengdeng, the medical database was cut off, contact records of sample handlers were anonymously frozen, and all outsourced personnel were unbound from temporary binding.

With each layer cut away, the black line becomes thinner.

Finally, the scope of authorization for the Hengdeng lamp was limited to Wen Qingyue himself, the control room, the lamp body, and a group of founding assets.

The external record resurfaced.

[Locally, the object is reduced in size.]

Standing in the white light, Wen Qingyue felt lonely for the first time.

Qin Lan said, "Let's retreat now."

Wen Qingyue looked at the camera.

I, Wen Qingyue, hereby withdraw my partial petition.

The white light flashed violently.

The black line did not disappear immediately.

It seemed to cling to the lamppost unwillingly, its cold white image slowly distorting.

[Withdraw acceptance.]

However, the intention to submit the document has been recorded.

[Close-range verification will be conducted.]

The weighing lamp suddenly split open in the middle.

A trail of black frost spread along the floor of the control room and stopped in front of Wen Qingyue's feet.

From the frost, an eye without a pupil emerged.

It is finally not being viewed from outside the North Heavenly Gate.

It fell into Tianheng.