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

When the dark shadow outside the Earth stopped, the entire global deep space network fell silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later, a line of ancient text simultaneously appeared on all the observatory screens.

[The patrol's shadow arrives.]

Qin Lan stood in the center of the rescue ship's encrypted compartment, her face darker than the night sky above the sea. She didn't ask "what is that?" because the answer was already clearly displayed on all the monitoring screens: that thing had no engine, no propulsion exhaust, yet it could remain outside lunar orbit, like a cold, open eye.

Xu Wangshu projected the moon image onto the main screen; the edges of the moon image still had scorched cracks.

"It's not a physical spaceship," she said. "At least not entirely. Its outer shell is like an archive, and its inner layer is a censorship agreement from the old Heavenly Court. It came to low Earth orbit not to land, but to take attendance."

Lin Xiaoman lay on the medical bed, her face deathly pale, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open.

"Who should I order?"

The screen seemed to understand her words and suddenly flashed.

[First Batch of Review List:]

[Lin Jibai.]

[Xu Wangshu.]

Lin Xiaoman.

[Lu Chen Gong.]

[Hearing the imperial decree.]

Qin Lan.

With each name that appeared, the rescue ship's lights dimmed one second.

Finally, another line appeared at the bottom of the screen.

[Subsidiary review targets: Testimony nodes of participants in human autonomy.]

Qin Lan's communication channel immediately exploded.

University observatories, civilian observation stations, deep space stations, and temporary nodes of the joint office all reported anomalies simultaneously. Some computers automatically locked, some server screens displayed archive markers, and one graduate student involved in verification suddenly forgot what he was writing, sitting blankly in place with his keyboard.

Beitianmen did not continue to demand the main coordinates.

It started calling people.

Lu Chengong leaned against the bulkhead, the broken core fragment of the bow re-bandaged on the outside of his left arm. He grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"They were very polite and even knew to read the list first."

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "It's not reading out a list; it's building an archive index."

"What do you mean?" Lin Xiaoman asked.

"Those who have been tagged by it will be marked as subjects that can be examined." Hsu Wang-shu zoomed in on the lunar map. "Next, it can check you from your relationships, memories, and behavioral records to determine whether you are a 'qualified human autonomous variable'."

Lin Xiaoman gripped the bed sheet tightly.

"What if it doesn't meet the requirements?"

Wen Zhaolin raised his head, his voice hoarse: "Archive."

The cabin was quiet.

Everyone has seen this word far too many times.

The Forest of Steles, the Succession System, the South Heavenly Gate, and the Lighthouse are the core elements. The old Heavenly Court never used the word "kill" to deal with disobedient individuals; it used the word "file."

Qin Lan made a decision quickly.

"All testimony nodes are downgraded, with only hash verification retained. Participants are withdrawn from Deep Space Direct and moved to offline backup."

The technician immediately carried out the task.

But less than half a minute after the order was given, the patrol shadows moved again.

It did not approach Earth; instead, lines of white text on its outer shell lit up, like turning the pages of countless inscriptions.

[It has been detected that a human has refused to submit the main responsible party's request.]

[Detection indicates that the human user refused to submit the main coordinates.]

[Unarchived Gonggong variable detected.]

[Initial review initiated: Name verification.]

The next second, terminals in multiple locations around the world simultaneously displayed the problem.

Please prove: You are you.

Inside the rescue ship, Lin Xiaoman's screen also lit up.

Three options appeared in front of her.

[South Heavenly Gate Key Container.]

[Abnormal sample.]

[Lin Wangchuan's bloodline is subordinate.]

There is no "Lin Xiaoman".

She stared at the three options, her eyes suddenly reddening.

"It won't let me choose myself."

Xu Wangshu walked over and placed the moon painting beside her bed.

"Then write it yourself."

Will it recognize it?

"It has to look, whether it recognizes it or not."

Lin Xiaoman's hands were still trembling, but she typed each character carefully.

Lin Xiaoman.

【female.】

【student.】

[Lin Jibai's younger sister.]

[Not willing to become the key to any door.]

The system immediately highlighted it in red.

[Formatting error.]

Lin Xiaoman gritted her teeth and added another sentence.

[The formatting error was also my doing.]

For a split second, the screen froze.

Xu Wangshu looked at the words and suddenly felt her eyes sting.

Sometimes, the way people rebel against the old system is not through grand declarations, but by a child forced to act as a key, writing their name in a censorship box.

The other nodes learned quickly.

The observatory graduate student typed: I'm on night shift today, not the observation interface.

A civilian security team typed: I'm here to help with tagging, not to archive nodes.

A retired engineer at the seaside observation station typed: "I'm a retired employee who was rehired, and my salary hasn't been settled yet."

A large number of non-standard answers flooded into the Beitianmen review chain.

The white text on the patrol's outer shell began to flicker erratically.

[Name verification error.]

The expression of human identity is inconsistent.

Unable to create a single index.

Lu Chenggong laughed out loud.

"Is it stuck because of unpaid wages?"

Qin Lan even gave a rare smile.

But Xu Wangshu did not relax.

Because the inspection was only paused, not a failure.

Sure enough, thirty seconds later, it changed its approach.

[Initial review failed.]

[Initiating the second step: Assigning responsibility.]

A new question appears on the screen.

Who is responsible for the closure of Nantianmen?

This time, everyone fell silent.

Because this question isn't about making them prove themselves.

It demands that a sinner be handed over to the world.