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

Six hours after the return capsule entered the lunar transfer orbit, the life support system stopped for three minutes.

For those three minutes, the cabin was so quiet that only heartbeats could be heard.

Xu Wangshu crouched under the control panel, half her body crammed into the narrow maintenance bay, and forcefully clamped two burnt-out tubing pieces with surgical forceps. Lin Xiaoman pressed the hand-cranked pump, her arm trembling with aching, but she dared not stop. Lu Chenggong lowered his oxygen supply, his face gradually turning pale.

Wen Zhaolin sat in the seat closest to the stern of the cabin, looking at the oxygen distribution screen, and suddenly reached out to cut his own oxygen allowance to the lowest level.

After Lin Xiaoman discovered this, she coldly said, "Don't think that I'll forgive you just because of this."

Wen Zhaolin nodded: "No need to forgive. Go back alive and testify against me."

When the reentry capsule regained oxygen, everyone felt like they'd been pulled from the water. But the crisis wasn't over. The Earth seemed to grow larger, and blue-white light filled the frosty portholes, but navigation indicated a deviation in reentry angle. The deviation wasn't large, but it was enough to either burn them up or eject them into deep space.

Xu Wangshu retrieved all available data: "A mid-process correction is needed."

"We don't have enough propellant," Lu Chenggong said.

"Therefore, we need to leverage external resources."

She looked at the black lunar rocks inside the isolation chamber. The North Heavenly Gate beacon was still beating, each beat generating a weak pull on Earth's outer network. Theoretically, they could use this pull in reverse to guide the return capsule into the correct reentry window.

Wen Zhaolin's expression changed: "It's like bringing it closer to Earth."

"On for only three seconds," Xu Wangshu said. "Then cut it off."

Obstruction is the method of severance. Ordinary isolation is ineffective; only Lin Xiaoman's Nantianmen key, Dream Voice, can interfere with the old lines. But she has just escaped the far side of the moon, and her body is already nearing its limit.

Lin Xiaoman didn't hesitate: "I'll do it."

Xu Wangshu pressed her down: "It will hurt."

"I know."

"They might be seen by the North Heavenly Gate."

"It will see it sooner or later." Lin Xiaoman looked up. "But this time I'm not the key. I'm my brother's sister."

The window opens in three seconds.

Starlight surged from the cracks in the black lunar rock, and the return capsule, as if pulled by an invisible rope, slowly corrected its trajectory. At the same time, ancient door patterns appeared in Lin Xiaoman's pupils. She heard countless cold, interrogating voices asking her name, number, purpose, and affiliation.

She gritted her teeth and answered, "Lin Xiaoman. Student. Patient. Sister. Person."

The review voices could not be categorized.

Arrives in three seconds.

The beacon refused to disconnect, instead following her cries in her sleep. Lin Xiaoman screamed, blood seeping from her forehead.

Lu Chen pulled out the broken pieces of the bow, intending to shatter the moon rock directly.

Xu Wangshu shouted, "It can't break! If it breaks, the signal will spread throughout the entire cabin!"

Just then, the lighthouse echoed silently.

[Grain Buds, count.]

Lin Xiaoman cried and asked, "Count what?"

[The candy that Brother Shu owes you.]

She froze, then, trembling, counted: "Once, twice, three times... You said you'd buy a strawberry cake last month, but you didn't..."

Those trivial human memories flooded the beacon like sand. The Northern Heavenly Gate could scrutinize grand civilizations, yet it couldn't handle a brother's debt of cake to his sister. The signal faltered.

Xu Wangshu seized the opportunity, cut into the lunar map, and completed the isolation.

The return capsule's orbit has been successfully corrected.

The price was that the Northern Heavenly Gate detected their presence. A line of text emerged from the surface of the black moon rock.

[An abnormal return-to-base unit detected.]

[Marked as: Bearer of testimony from the far side of the moon.]

There are more red dots in the Earth's outer network.

Before the return capsule plunged into the atmosphere, Xu Wangshu did one more thing. She disassembled the lunar far-side return pack into three parts, stuffing them into the survival beacon, the black box, and the lunar map cache, respectively. Lu Chenggong asked her if she didn't believe she could land alive. Xu Wangshu said, "Being convinced is one thing, having backups is another." Lin Jibai immediately echoed, "[Professional.]"

The joke silenced everyone for a moment. They all noticed the voice was much fainter than before. Lin Xiaoman bit her lip, not crying, but pressing her father's work badge to her chest, and began to repeat her brother's name over and over. She spoke softly, as if tying a knot in a thread about to break. Wen Zhaolin watched this scene and finally understood why human attachments were considered noise by the old system. Noise doesn't obey formulas, yet it can forcefully hold onto someone who is about to disappear.

Re-entering.

The scorching heat enveloped the cabin, and the portholes, previously covered in frost, were now a sea of ​​fire. Lu Chenggong braced himself against the deformed hatch, Wen Zhaolin secured the isolation container, and Xu Wangshu stared intently at the angle. In the firelight, Lin Xiaoman heard dreams from Earth: many were asleep, many were completely unaware.

She suddenly whispered, "We have to let them know."

Xu Wangshu said, "Yes."

The return capsule plunged into the atmosphere, and communications were lost.

Between the impenetrable darkness and flames, Lin Jibai's echo grew weaker and weaker.

[Dr. Xu.]

Xu Wangshu's eyes flickered: "I'm here."

If I disconnect...

"Shut up."

Remember to write me as handsome.

Xu Wangshu gritted her teeth: "You can change it yourself when you get back."

The reentry capsule tumbled violently, and all alarms sounded simultaneously. As the last heat shield detached, clouds appeared outside the capsule, resembling those of the human world.

They plunged into the sea.

At the same time, the Global Deep Space Network received a second signal from Beitianmen.

Please submit this to the person in charge of human self-governance.

The rescue ship's medical bay was clean and bright, a world apart from the impenetrable darkness of the far side of the moon. But Xu Wangshu, after lying on the examination table for less than a minute, pulled out the monitoring patch and sat up. The doctor hurriedly tried to stop her, but she only said one sentence: "Beitianmen won't wait for me to start my IV."

Qin Lan didn't try to persuade her; she simply had someone hand her a portable treatment kit. This woman was clearly used to making choices in times of disaster. The look in her eyes when she looked at Xu Wangshu showed neither doubt nor blind faith, only a quick assessment before deciding to cooperate.

"I need to know who Lin Jibai is," Qin Lan said.

The question brought a brief silence to the cabin. Lin Xiaoman was about to speak when she realized that while she could talk about many things about her brother, she could hardly summarize him in a single sentence. Xu Wangshu felt the same way. Lin Jibai wasn't a hero in the traditional sense; he was afraid of pain, had a sharp tongue, was in debt, and would panic in dangerous situations, but he always reached out when needed.

Lu Chengong answered for them: "A repairman. He specializes in fixing messes that others dare not touch."

Wen Zhaolin added in a low voice, "They're also people I didn't include in my calculations."

Qin Lan nodded and wrote the sentence into the initial file. She did not deify Lin Jibai, but only marked him as: a core missing person in the Moon's Edge Incident, suspected of being solidified by the Buzhou Mountain Lighthouse, requiring priority rescue.

When Xu Wangshu saw the word "rescue," a sense of relief finally settled in his heart. As long as the human records still stated "rescue," Lin Jibai was not a relic, not a miracle, and not a consumable core.

During reentry, flames appeared on the right side of the cabin. Xu Wangshu couldn't reach the valves, Lu Chenggong was stuck by the safety rope, but Wen Zhaolin untied his restraints and rushed over. He used his body to press down on the deformed bulkhead, his arms sizzling from the heat, yet he still managed to push the valves back halfway. Lin Xiaoman witnessed this scene, her eyes filled with complex emotions. The hatred hadn't disappeared, but for the first time, she realized that atonement wasn't just a matter of words, nor was it dying on the other side of the moon; it was about continuing to do what needed to be done while others still hated you.

The moment the valve closed, the return capsule finally stabilized its angle. Xu Wangshu didn't thank him, but simply wrote this record into the evidence package. Wen Zhaolin, pale with pain, lowered his voice and said, "Don't delete the ugly parts." Xu Wangshu said, "Don't worry, you have plenty of ugly parts." Lu Chenggong laughed so hard he bled.