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

Before the patrol shadow entered near-Earth orbit, all deep-space radars around the world first saw a ring of white echo.

The echo was unlike a normal trajectory; it was more like a string of pronouncements slowly tightening around the Earth.

[On-site verification begins.]

Qin Lan immediately issued the highest-level airspace control order.

All commercial satellites gave way, the deep space station switched to offline mode, and ground observation nodes operated at reduced power. However, a problem arose halfway through the command execution.

The remaining commercial satellites under the control of Tianheng did not avoid the obstacle.

Instead, they actively approached the patrolling figure, like a group of people vying to hand out business cards.

The technician's face turned pale: "Tianheng satellite link is sending a handshake request!"

Lu Chengong cursed.

"Are they crazy?"

Wen Zhaolin stared at the screen, his face extremely grim.

"No," he said. "They think they've seized the opportunity."

Xu Wangshu immediately understood.

The remnants of Tianheng wanted to deliver an easier-to-handle "representative interface" to Beitianmen before the multi-node system in the human world could be established.

Once the Inspector Shadow accepts the handshake, Tianheng can claim that it has established communication with the Northern Heavenly Gate. At that time, regardless of whether it sends back orders or censorship, Tianheng can package it as "protecting humanity."

"Cut them off," Qin Lan said coldly.

The technician shook his head: "The satellite link has entered an autonomous protocol, and the ground control delay is too great."

Xu Wangshu looked at the moon painting.

"Lu Chen Gong".

Lu Chengong looked up: "What?"

"Can the Houyi sequence lock onto them?"

Lu Chengong looked at the trajectories of those commercial satellites and smiled.

"able."

"Don't break it," Xu Wangshu said. "Just veer off course."

"That's really high a standard."

He stood up, his wounds still unhealed, his face pale, but the fragments of Hou Yi behind him lit up.

That's not a complete bow.

It was just a fragment of the core that was dismantled.

But as Lu Chengong raised his hand, the antenna array outside the rescue ship, the shipborne radar on the sea surface, and several ground deep space stations responded simultaneously, as if they had temporarily assembled an invisible bow for him.

Qin Lan's expression changed slightly as she watched this scene.

"Can you borrow a ground-based array?"

Lu Chengong grinned.

"Hou Yi used to shoot down the sun, now he shoots down commercial satellites. It's not exactly his specialty, but he's capable."

Xu Wangshu coldly added, "Deviated from course."

"Know."

The first invisible arrow was fired.

It wasn't a weapon, but a precise jamming pulse. The Tianheng satellite, closest to the patrol shadow, shifted its attitude slightly, forcing its antenna, originally aimed at the patrol shadow, to turn towards empty space.

The second branch, the third branch.

Seventeen satellites veered off course one after another.

There was no explosion.

There are no fragments.

They were just off-center from the handshake angle, as if their heads had been slapped.

In the global live broadcast, viewers had no idea what had happened; they only saw the Tianheng satellite chain suddenly "bow down" collectively.

Lu Chengong's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Is that enough?"

Xu Wangshu stared at the screen.

"not enough."

Because the patrol shadows did not stop.

As it entered near-Earth orbit, the white inscriptions on its outer shell began to peel off. Fragments of the inscription scattered like dust, falling into the sky above Earth.

The technician exclaimed, "Something's coming down!"

Qin Lan: "Trajectory?"

"It's not a physical trajectory." The technician's voice changed. "It's projecting review images."

The next second, people in many parts of the world looked up and saw lines of text that only they could understand appear in the sky.

Some people saw their own names.

What some people see is "whether to obey the higher order".

Some people saw "Please submit the family head".

Some children even saw a black door in the sky.

The North Heavenly Gate will no longer only examine deep space nodes.

It began to scrutinize ordinary people.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly sat up on the medical bed.

"It knocked on the door in my dream."

"How many people?" Xu Wangshu asked.

Lin Xiaoman closed her eyes, her face turning frighteningly pale.

"many."

It asked them, "Who's in charge at home? Who's in charge in the city? Who's in charge on earth?"

This is more dangerous than technological intrusion.

The technology supply chain can be broken.

Dreams and fears are hard to break free from.

Qin Lan immediately ordered the nationwide psychological emergency broadcast to be activated, but Xu Wangshu stopped her.

"Don't use a uniform approach."

Why?

"It's looking for someone in charge. A consistent narrative will make it think we have a central interface."

Qin Lan paused for a second.

"Then how do we broadcast it?"

Xu Wangshu looked at Lin Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman, can you still hold on?"

Lin Xiaoman didn't try to be brave; she simply asked, "What do I need to do?"

Tell them they don't need to answer who has the final say.

"Then what should we answer?"

Xu Wangshu watched the white text continuously falling on the screen.

Answer: I'll speak first.

Lin Xiaoman nodded.

She closed her eyes, breaking the dream sounds into countless tiny fragments, no longer transmitting coordinates or keys, but only a very simple reminder from the human world.

Don't rush to submit your name.

First, ask yourself if you're willing.

This statement spreads through the testimony nodes on the far side of the moon.

It's not grand, and it doesn't resemble a command.

But it is more suitable for human beings than commands.

Many people were initially startled by the words in the sky and were about to subconsciously fill in their names when they suddenly stopped.

Someone closed the curtains.

Someone hugged the child.

Someone wrote on their phone: "I won't submit anyone from my family."

The white lettering on the outer shell of the patrol shadow flashed again.

On-site verification was obstructed.

[Ordinary individuals refuse to submit representatives.]

Lu Chengong leaned against the cabin wall, his smile weak.

"Good."

"This time, it's the entire human race that's refusing to cooperate."

But Xu Wangshu couldn't laugh at all.

Because the patrol shadow stopped in near-Earth orbit, it is slowly unfolding the second layer of structure.

It was a huge black curtain.

A new coordinate system emerges in the center of the screen.

It's not the moon.

It's not Earth either.

Xu Wangshu stared for two seconds, then her breath hitched.

"Mars orbit."