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

[Fire Does Not Return to the Hunter.]

When this sentence was saved by the Human Testimony Network, Xu Wangshu specifically requested that the original waveform be preserved.

It's not because the translation is bad.

It was because she knew that this statement would be the subject of countless debates over the right to interpret it.

The Heavenly Balance Society will say that the fire should not belong to hunters like those at the Northern Heavenly Gate, so it should be controlled by humans.

The North Heavenly Gate Society argues that the fire does not belong to any lower-level autonomous body, and therefore should be monitored by the border system.

What Xu Wangshu wanted to preserve was the moment when Zhu Rongtai truly expressed itself.

It refuses to be hunted.

They also refused to be taken over.

After the red dot on Mars went out, global observation systems were thrown into brief chaos. All coordinates that had been pointing to the Mars constellation became invalid, as if someone had erased a non-existent door from the star map.

Lu Chengong leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's quite good at hiding."

Lin Xiaoman whispered, "It's not about hiding."

Everyone looked at her.

She thought for a moment and said, "Like closing the door from the outside."

This analogy is very accurate.

Zhu Rongtai did not flee.

Instead, they refused to let the hunter see the crack in the door.

Xu Wangshu also wrote this sentence into the notes.

Qin Lan quickly deployed: "The Mars task force will switch to low-visibility observation. All nodes must not actively track Zhurongtai; only record the movement of Beitianmen."

The technician was taken aback.

"How can we conduct research if we don't track them?"

Qin Lan looked at Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu answered for her: "To track them now is no different from being a hunter."

The technician was speechless.

This is awkward for modern scientific research.

If an anomaly is detected, do not track, lock, or locate it; simply maintain the boundary and wait for its next voluntary response.

After experiencing the South Heaven Gate, the Lighthouse, and the Fire Seed, everyone understood that not everything can be justified by the word "research".

Once you treat certain objects as mere resources, you've already sided with the old Heavenly Court.

The patrol also discovered that Zhu Rongtai had disappeared.

It was stationary in near-Earth orbit, and the white lettering on its outer shell was churning rapidly.

[Target lost.]

[Suspected human assistance in evading detection.]

[Human censorship level raised.]

Lu Chengong laughed in annoyance.

"It can get angry?"

Wen Zhaolin said in a low voice, "This isn't anger, it's an upgrade process."

Sure enough, the next second, the inspector raised new review requirements.

[Submitting information about the source of human rule-fixing abilities.]

Xu Wangshu's eyes darkened.

It finally set its sights on this.

They had previously blocked the roll call at Beitianmen, the attribution of responsibility, the voluntary interface, the supervision of the fire seed, and the contamination of the old succession system, and even allowed Zhurongtai to circumvent the rules on its own.

The inspector finally realized that humanity wasn't simply rejecting him.

Humanity is refining its rules.

What the old Heavenly Court feared most was not resistance.

Resistance can be suppressed.

What it fears most is that someone will prove that the old rules can be changed.

Qin Lan asked, "How should I answer?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the moon painting.

The sources of rule-fixing capabilities are complex.

The evidence came from Lin Wangchuan's counter-evidence ten years ago, from the undocumentable individuals in the Moonlit Stele Forest, from Lin Jibai's Gonggong variable, from Lin Xiaoman's dream voice, from Lu Chengong's refusal to carry out the Heavenly Court's orders, from the evidence handed over by Wen Zhaolin, and also from the chaotic answers of countless ordinary nodes.

If I had to summarize it in one sentence—

"The source is incorrect," Xu Wangshu said.

Many people in the technical cabin were stunned.

Xu Wangshu continued, "Humans make mistakes, quarrel, are misled, some want to defect to the enemy, some want to start a fire, and some are so afraid that they want to hand over others. But humans can also record mistakes, make mistakes public, and correct mistakes."

"The ability to fix rules does not come from perfection."

"It comes from acknowledging imperfections and still making changes."

Qin Lan nodded after listening.

"Write."

Xu Wangshu wrote a response.

[The sources of human rights to repair existing rules include: error records, public testimony, multi-point verification, individual refusal, limitations of liability, and non-permanent succession clauses.]

Human life is imperfect.

But there is room for improvement in human relationships.

After this response was issued, the inspector remained silent for a long time.

It lasted longer than ever before.

Lin Jibai's lighthouse echoed softly.

[Well written.]

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "If you're awake, then you should save your echo."

Can't I even praise you?

"Keep accounts."

【…】

Lin Xiaoman smiled.

She was very tired and looked terrible, but her smile was genuine.

Because as long as they can still argue like this, it means the older brother is still alive.

The inspector finally gave a response.

[Ability to repair human rules confirmed.]

Before everyone could even catch their breath, the next row appeared.

This ability could threaten the order at the borders of the old Heavenly Court.

[The third phase of review has begun.]

[Objective: Fix the core rule-related issues.]

Xu Wangshu's heart tightened.

On the screen, a name slowly lit up.

It's not Lin Jibai.

It was herself.

[Xu Wangshu.]

[Chang'e candidate.]

[Lighthouse Recorder.]

[The initiator of the rule patch.]

Lin Jibai's echo lit up for a moment.

Don't touch her.

Beitianmen ignored it.

As the inspection team unfolded their protective shells, the white inscriptions directly locked onto Xu Wangshu's vital signs for the first time.

[Prepare for the record retrieval officer.]

Xu Wangshu looked at her own name and gradually calmed down.

She reached out and pressed her hand on the moon image.

"It's finally my turn."