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

Qin Lan did not immediately close the public witness channel, but instead instructed each node to report only one minor matter every hour. Xu Wangshu watched the list refresh and suddenly realized that Lin Jibai's most important task was not to provide as many solutions as possible, but to wake everyone up from the "waiting for him to come up with a solution" mentality.

Border maintainers.

After those five words appeared, it felt as if a portion of the air in the main control cabin had been sucked away.

Everyone knows who it refers to.

The old road sign at Beitianmen was covered by the manhole cover number, which was the direction proposed by Lin Jibai; the mechanical tunnel of Wuguangku was because he heard the screw sound left by Lin Wangchuan; the high-speed rail abandoned sail incident was because he reminded Wen Zhaolin to withdraw; the expansion of Tianheng was because he seized the opportunity of "removing the authorization"; the commemorative live broadcast was changed to the ground, which was also because he typed "not to the sky, but to illuminate people".

He doesn't have a complete body and can't even leave the toolbox.

But this round of human boundaries was able to hold, because he almost always managed to tap into the most crucial gap each time.

Observing from outside the shell, without looking at the name, one can see the light left by maintenance actions.

Xu Wangshu immediately wrote the restrictions into the record.

[Lin Jibai is an individual currently injured.]

Their participation in border maintenance does not constitute verified consent.

[No maintenance activity may conversely define the user as a boundary asset.]

The cold white record did not disappear.

[The maintainer's trail has been formed.]

[Verification Purpose: To confirm whether the boundary depends on a single individual.]

Qin Lan's face turned pale.

This is more cunning than a direct attack.

If the human boundary depends on Lin Jibai alone, then any external observer could verify, remove, or prove his unsustainability, and the so-called autonomy of the human world would become an abnormal ability of that one person. The old Heavenly Court could write him as a Gonggong variable, while the external observer might write him as a boundary maintainer.

The essence is the same.

They all turn people into tools.

Lu Chenggong pressed down on the edge of the table: "I am a maintainer as well."

The cold white record flickered slightly.

[Houyi Sequence: Bow Beam. Non-boundary main beam.]

Lu Chenggong's face darkened.

Xiaoman stood up: "Me too."

[DreamNet Listener: Dream Light. Non-Boundary Primal Light.]

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "And me?"

[Recorder: Zheng Guang. Non-boundary principal light.]

Qin Lan: "Where is the Human Review Board?"

[Institutional light. Non-boundary master light.]

It acknowledges each point one by one, yet it peels them away one by one.

It's like saying: You're all useful, but the one who really changes the boundaries is the person in the toolbox.

Lin Jibai's flashlight remained off.

Xiaoman panicked and squatted down next to the toolbox.

"Brother, say something."

The only sound in the toolbox was a faint heartbeat.

Xu Wangshu looked at the stability curve.

Forty-three.

Forty-two.

forty.

The external verification didn't grab his body; instead, it reviewed each of his decisions to maintain the boundary. Those decisions formed a bright trajectory, like a line in the darkness, slowly pulling Lin Jibai out from the bottom of the toolbox.

It wasn't being dragged towards the North Heavenly Gate.

Instead, it pulls towards the concept of "boundary".

If he gets dragged in, he might not die, but he will become even more terrifying: from someone who would owe cigarettes, be sarcastic, and fear hospital bill calls, he will become a boundary rule that is always repairing doors, always patching cracks, and always responding to abnormalities.

Xu Wangshu's voice was strained.

"Lin Jibai, do not respond to the verification."

The screen is not lit.

The cold white record continues.

[A single individual performs multiple critical maintenance tasks.]

[Insufficient border sustainability.]

[Recommendation: Make the maintainer permanent.]

"No!" Qin Lan said sternly.

[A replacement structure is needed to avoid rejection.]

The main control room was deathly silent.

Alternative structures.

Not a substitute for the victim.

If we replace Lin Jibai with someone else, the logic still holds. We must prove that the boundaries of humanity are not maintained by Lin Jibai alone, but by many ordinary people working together.

Xiaoman suddenly wiped away her tears and opened the memorial live stream backend.

"Those lights are still there."

Xu Wangshu immediately understood.

"Receive public witness."

Without hesitation, Qin Lan sent a new request to all nodes participating in the commemorative live broadcast.

[Boundary Maintenance Confirmation: Each node should record one specific maintenance action you are currently performing. Do not use slogans, empty promises, or speak on behalf of others.]

The first to respond was the Aerospace City Exhibition Hall.

[The exhibition hall staff confirmed: All aerial projections have been turned off, and the power supply to the Buzhou Mountain model is being checked.]

The old ground station in the western suburbs.

[Zhou Jianguo confirmed: The XJ-0717 manhole cover has been fitted with a second physical lock; Chen Rui is handing him a wrench.]

Chen Rui quickly followed up with: [I confirm: Master's hand injury did not come into contact with water.]

hospital.

[Nurses' station confirmed: The curtains in the Moonlight Ward are now blackout; the patient's nightlight is pointing to the floor.]

Tianheng Headquarters

[Security guard confirmed: The rooftop weighing light has been removed; the daughter's exam admission ticket has been printed.]

[Cleaning staff confirmed: Black frost residue in the control room has been isolated; the pork ribs will be purchased tomorrow.]

Remote monitoring terminal for the moon-side lighthouse.

[The recorder confirmed: The lighthouse is dim and delayed; a real-time optical path has not been established.]

One maintenance action after another lit up.

They are not grand, not sacred, and even a bit trivial. Turning off the lights, drawing the curtains, locking the manhole cover, handing over the wrench, printing the exam admission ticket, blocking out the frost, and confirming the direction of the night light.

But it is precisely these trivialities that dismantle the concept of "boundary" from Lin Jibai's judgment and spread it back into the hands of countless people.

Xu Wangshu compiled all the records into a new definition.

[Human boundary maintenance structure: multi-point, specific, verifiable, replaceable, and must not be fixed to a single individual.]

Qin Lan stamped the seal.

Lu Chengong added: "The Hou Yi sequence is confirmed. The bow will not be the main light, nor will it be used as a target by others."

Xiaoman held the toolbox.

"DreamNet confirms that my brother is not Boundary, he is just my brother."

Wen Zhaolin said in a low voice: "Wen Zhaolin confirms that there was an attempt to let a few people make decisions for humanity, and this mistake must be recorded to prevent it from happening again."

Wen Qingyue's voice followed, hoarse but clear.

Wen Qingyue confirmed that companies are prohibited from submitting, withdrawing, or assuming responsibility for the boundaries of their internal employees.

These confirmations were layered upon layer.

The pale white record finally began to fade.

An alternative structure exists.

[It is recommended that the rigid system for individual cases be revoked.]

The toolbox's heartbeat has returned a little.

The stability level remained at 39.

Xu Wangshu said in a low voice, "Lin Jibai, respond."

It took a very long time before a faint line of light appeared on the screen.

Who says I am the Lord of Light?

The second line is even slower.

"At most, I have a flashlight."

Xiaoman was both crying and laughing, her forehead pressed against the toolbox.

Lu Chengong let out a long breath: "Fine, this broken flashlight is actually quite bright."

The tense nerves in the main control cabin finally relaxed.

However, the Deep Space Divine Court interface was not completely closed.

The last record was left from observations outside the shell.

The boundaries of the human realm possess a basic degree of self-maintenance.

[The signal from Beitianmen has been transferred to long-term observation.]

The next round of verification will not use light.

The lights were restored to the lowest safe brightness.

The night outside the window was still, and countless small lights in the city were still on.

As Lin Jibai listened to the sounds of equipment near and far in the toolbox, he suddenly felt that he was no longer hanging alone on a broken pillar.

Someone is locking the manhole cover.

Someone is turning off the lights.

Someone is handing over a wrench.

Some people remember that he owed cigarettes.

This is enough.

He tapped the side of the box.

The last sentence of the night appeared on the screen.

[Next time, to avoid wardrobe malfunctions, check the audio first.]

Looking at that sentence, Xu Wangshu felt the weight lift from her heart again.

In the far corner of the main control room, an old radio that had long been powered off suddenly emitted a very faint static sound.

It's like something, from a very, very far place, has learned to knock on doors.