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

[Prepare for the record retrieval officer.]

When that line of text appeared, all the lights on the rescue ship went out for a moment.

It's not a power outage.

The inspectors marked all the recording devices around Xu Wangshu as objects of their investigation.

The moon map in her hand was the first to heat up, its cracks appearing as if licked by white flames. On the main screen, Xu Wangshu's identity was being revealed layer by layer.

[Xu Wangshu.]

[A PhD in Lunar Geology.]

[Chang'e candidate.]

[Lighthouse Recorder.]

[The initiator of the rule patch.]

With each layer removed, the patrol shadow would press a white inscription onto her body.

Lin Xiaoman's expression changed drastically, and she tried to get up while supporting herself on the medical bed.

"Sister Xu!"

Qin Lan pressed down on the communication button.

"Disconnect her from the main network!"

The technician was frantically carrying out the task, but Xu Wangshu herself raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't break it."

Qin Lan frowned: "It's locking you in."

"I know."

"You know that, why aren't you cutting it?"

Xu Wangshu looked up at the screen, her voice steady.

"It wants to extract the recorder's information, not kill me."

Lu Chenggong gritted his teeth and sat up straight.

How can you be so sure?

"Because it wants to know the source of its rule-fixing capabilities," Xu Wangshu said. "Killing me makes no sense. It wants to see how I record things, how I change judgments, and how I dismantle the old rules."

Wen Zhaolin whispered, "This is more dangerous than killing."

Xu Wangshu did not refute.

Being extracted does not necessarily mean that the body is dragged away.

It's possible that memories, judgments, recording habits, and logical chains of evidence are being replicated layer by layer by the Inspector. At that point, the Northern Heavenly Gate might learn how humans establish rules, and then, in turn, create a more precise system of control.

Lin Jibai's echo was very bright and urgent.

Disconnect from her.

Xu Wangshu looked coldly at the moon painting.

"Shut up."

This time, we're not keeping track of expenses; it's a real break.

"Lin Jibai".

This was the first time she had called him that way.

It wasn't a reprimand.

It wasn't fear either.

Instead, they pulled him back from his impulse.

"You just returned from fieldwork at the archives, and your identity anchor is 37% worn down. If you forcefully intervene now, I'll have to bail you out again."

The corner of the moon painting remained silent for a second.

Then you shouldn't get rescued.

Xu Wangshu did not answer.

She pushed the moon image to the center of the main screen and took the initiative to unfold her recorder's file.

Qin Lan understood her actions.

"You want it to see?"

"It's not about letting it see," Xu Wangshu said. "It's about letting it see the parts I'm willing to give."

She built a barrier, dividing her memories and judgments into three categories.

The first type is public evidence: it can be verified, cited, and validated by multiple nodes.

The second category is personal memory: it cannot be retrieved and can only be stated by the person in question.

The third category is rule-modification logic: open results, closed personalities.

The inspector immediately suppressed the judgment.

The recorder has no right to refuse a complete retrieval.

Xu Wangshu looked up.

"wrong."

"A recorder is not a recorder of materials."

As soon as this statement was made, both the Lunar Map and the Human Testimony website lit up simultaneously.

She brought up the clauses that had been previously amended to improve the succession system.

No one may be permanently fixed as a component of Buzhou Mountain.

They also retrieved the proof of Lin Jibai's will from the task recovery file.

I do not agree to be a permanent third wheel.

Finally, she wrote down the third one.

The recorder does not consent to being extracted and used as a tool.

The inscription on the outer shell of the inspection film shimmered.

Recorders are required to demonstrate their recording capabilities.

"The ability to record is not an organ," Xu Wangshu said. "It cannot be dug out and handed to you."

Lu Chenggong said in a low voice, "Well said."

Lin Xiaoman's eyes were red, but she nodded vigorously.

Qin Lan reacted quickly and immediately extended this into a public rule.

[Human Recorder Protection Clause: Recorders may submit testimony and may not be forced to extract their personality, memories, or judgment models.]

As soon as this temporary rule was issued, many participants in Testimony Network responded simultaneously.

A university researcher submitted: I can release the data, but I won't hand over my entire memory.

A senior engineer at the observation station submitted a statement: "The records aren't something you can just rummage through."

The food delivery station manager submitted: Testimony is acceptable, but soul-searching is not.

The inspectors were clearly stumped by these non-standard expressions.

The boundaries of recorder are blurred.

Unable to confirm full extraction permissions.

Xu Wangshu seized upon this delay and sealed his own recorder's file in reverse.

"I can answer questions."

She looked at the screen.

"But you can't take me away."

The inspector remained silent for a moment, then changed his strategy.

[The extraction has been changed to a query.]

[Question 1: Why amend the old rules?]

Everyone in the cabin looked at her.

Xu Wangshu did not answer immediately.

She thought of the Moonlit Stele Forest, of the fatherly silence of Lin Wangchuan, of Lin Jibai being trapped in the lighthouse yet still annoyingly applying for reimbursement, and of Lin Xiaoman writing "The formatting error was also written by me" in the options box.

Finally she said:

"Because the old rules treated people as objects."

"What I recorded was not a thing."

"It's a person."

The patrolman recorded this sentence.

[Inquiries continue.]

The white inscriptions have not disappeared.

However, Xu Wangshu was not extracted.

In the first round, she held her ground.