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

The hospital system returned to normal after three minutes.

The doctor said it was due to voltage fluctuations.

The nurse said it was a false alarm from the equipment.

The director pulled Lin Jibai into the corridor and said sternly, "Your sister's condition is special, don't upset her any further. Also, don't spread what she said earlier."

Lin Jibai looked at the director's name tag, then at the constantly vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

The screen lit up for a moment.

The caller ID had only two words: Tianheng.

Lin Jibai did not expose him.

He simply nodded, went back to the ward to tuck Xiaoman in, and after confirming that her breathing was steady, he turned and left.

Half an hour later, he returned to the aerospace city exhibition hall.

The entrance has been cordoned off.

Several unmarked black vans were parked at the side entrance, and the security guards were unfamiliar faces. The outer casing of the exhibition hall's large screen had been removed, and technicians were packing hard drives one by one into anti-static bags.

They sealed it off really fast.

Lin Jibai squatted in the shadow of the convenience store across the street and bit into an energy bar.

He knew very well that if he reported it according to the normal procedure tonight, he wouldn't even get close to the model.

He was even more certain that his father's voice was not a hallucination.

Because that video is still on my phone.

Strangely, when he tried to back up the video to the cloud drive, the upload failed, the computer displayed garbled text, and only the original phone could play it. Even more strangely, when playing the scene of the broken mountains on the far side of the moon, the phone would get very hot, and the battery would drain rapidly as if blood were being drained from it.

Lin Jibai swallowed the last bite of the energy bar and went around to the back alley of the exhibition hall.

He had worked here as an outsourced maintenance worker for three years. He knew which surveillance cameras had blind spots, which fire escape window locks were worn out, and he also knew that there was an old maintenance pipe in the exhibition warehouse on the third floor that led to the top of the main control room.

Ten minutes later, he was lying in the pipe, his nose covered in dust.

The sound of conversation could be heard from below.

"Take the motherboard away."

"All wiring harnesses on the base are sealed."

"Abnormal images must not be leaked; they should be handled as a communication incident involving the lunar probe."

Another voice lowered: "But the model isn't connected to the deep space link, so why is it receiving a transmission from Wangshu-3?"

"Ask what you should ask."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Lin Jibai waited for twenty seconds, pried open the access panel, and landed in the main control room like a cat.

He didn't touch the computers that were visible.

That thing is definitely being monitored.

He went straight to the old matrix cabinet in the corner. The exhibition hall upgraded its system three years ago, and the new data went to the cloud. No one cared about the old matrix cabinet, but it was still kept locally for compatibility with the old model.

Lin Jibai connected his maintenance terminal and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Insufficient permissions.

He pulled out an old employee ID card.

Lin Wangchuan.

My father was also an engineer at the space center. After he went missing, he kept this employee badge hidden in a compartment of his wallet. For ten years, it remained locked, like a stale bone.

Tonight, the card reader turned on the green light.

[Engineer privileges restored]

Lin Jibai paused, his fingers pausing.

A cache file pops up on the screen.

He opened the latest abnormal package.

First, the data inside the exhibition hall model.

Next, a view of the far side of the moon from the Wangshu-3 probe.

Finally, there is a low-frequency spectrum.

Lin Jibai dragged the spectrum into the analysis software, his expression gradually darkening.

The signals received by the model do not come from the exhibition hall, ground base stations, or any registered satellites.

Its delay corresponds to a distance of 380,000 kilometers.

The far side of the moon.

And it's not electromagnetic broadcasting.

It sounds more like the echo produced when an object is struck.

A mountain is speaking.

No.

My father said that Mount Buzhou could not be repaired completely.

That's not a mountain.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the control room door.

Lin Jibai immediately disconnected the connection. Before the file was fully copied, a red message popped up on the terminal:

[Hidden package requires successor permissions]

He cursed under his breath, then removed the cache chip from the old matrix cabinet and stuffed it into his pocket.

The door was pushed open.

Two men dressed in black stood at the doorway.

They weren't like security guards; their posture was too steady, and their eyes were too distant. A small silver badge was pinned to their chests, resembling an astrolabe or an ancient official seal.

"Lin Jibai".

The other person called out his name accurately.

"You shouldn't have come back."

Lin Jibai raised his hands and smiled, "I forgot to bring my tools."

"Hand over the cache."

"What cache?"

The man in black took a step forward.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed by half.

Lin Jibai saw a string of tiny symbols flash in the other person's pupils. They were neither numbers nor words, but they made his scalp tingle.

The cache chip in my pocket started to get hot.

The next second, a muffled thud came from the direction of the Buzhou Mountain model on the third floor.

It was like a broken pillar being struck.

The men in black all turned around at the same time.

Seizing the moment, Lin Jibai grabbed a chair and smashed it against the fire sprinkler head.

The water mist exploded.

The alarm blared.

He shoved aside another man in black and rushed into the corridor.

There were no curses behind me, only neat, cold footsteps.

This is more terrifying than insults.

Lin Jibai ran wildly along the employee passage, tearing off a fire axe from the wall, breaking the safety door lock, and climbing out of the stairwell.

I experienced severe ankle pain upon landing.

He gritted his teeth and didn't stop.

I rushed to the electric scooter in the back alley, and my phone suddenly vibrated.

It wasn't a phone call.

It's that video recording playing automatically.

The father's voice was mixed with noise:

"Since it's white, the signal source is not in the model."

"The model is just a bone needle."

"What truly awakens is on the far side of the moon."

Lin Jibai turned around.

On the third floor of the exhibition hall, the model of Mount Buzhou shone with a silvery-white light through the glass.

The cut is pointing upwards.

Like a bone pointing to the moon.

On the phone screen, the cached file finally unlocked a hidden photo of the far side of the moon.

In the center of the gray wasteland, a huge broken pillar reveals a corner of its full appearance.

In the shadow of the broken pillar, the outline of a door can be seen.

Two ancient symbols on the door were automatically recognized by the software as modern Chinese characters:

Southern sky.