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

The space city exhibition hall has been closed for many days.

Since the incident on the far side of the moon was made public, the model of Mount Buzhou, which was once shown to elementary school students, has become the starting point of the entire anomaly. Three layers of police tape were set up outside the exhibition hall, vehicles from the Joint Office were parked at the entrance, and there were many media outlets and onlookers in the distance.

No one expected that the alternative vehicle for saving Lin Jibai would ultimately point to such a cheap model.

Plastic mountain.

LED starry sky.

The label on the base had long since curled up.

[Gonggong, in his rage, struck Mount Buzhou, causing the pillar of heaven to break and the earth's axis to snap.]

When Qin Lan's team transported the model into the temporary experimental chamber, many experts had subtle expressions on their faces.

Some people find it absurd.

Some people felt it wasn't dignified enough.

Someone else whispered, "Wouldn't it be too rudimentary to use it to carry the echo of a lighthouse on the far side of the moon?"

Lin Jibai's echo briefly lit up in the moon map.

I found it quite relatable.

Lu Chenggong immediately replied, "You are indeed suited for plastic mountains."

You're suited to a broken bow.

"I've broken it off, thank you."

Lin Xiaoman had just been sent back to the medical room next to the experimental pod when she heard these two sentences and finally smiled.

Xu Wangshu did not laugh.

She walked around the model, carefully examining the base, wiring, cracks in the mountain, and the connection point that initially received the low-frequency echoes from the far side of the moon.

This model is very crude.

It's so rough that you can tell it's cheap from every part.

But it has an advantage that nothing else has.

It established the earliest connection with Lin Jibai's Tianzhu Echo.

It took over Lin Wangchuan's first warning.

It also witnessed the first second of Lin Jibai being dragged into the truth on the far side of the moon from being an ordinary repairman.

From the perspective of mythological rules, it is the starting point.

The starting point has anchoring value.

Qin Lan asked, "Is it feasible?"

"The theory is feasible," Xu Wangshu said.

Lin Jibai immediately wrote the words.

[Is practice a matter of fate?]

"Shut up."

[This wasn't my original phrase?]

"Your copyright fees will be calculated separately."

Xu Wangshu connected the model to the isolation chamber and began to try to establish an echo carrying loop.

The first step is to use a lunar map to awaken the residual low-frequency echoes inside the model.

The second step is to create an extremely thin projection of Lin Jibai's current lighthouse echo, without transferring the original entity, only to test compatibility.

The third step is to use Lin Xiaoman's dream voice and the space city maintenance work order as identity anchors to avoid the model only recognizing the Gonggong variable.

The entire process must be extremely slow.

Because the model is too fragile.

It is neither the remains of Buzhou Mountain nor a mythological artifact; it is simply a man-made science exhibit.

Even a slightly stronger echo could burn it up.

Before the experiment began, the patrol shadow was still being observed in near-Earth orbit.

[Low-level carrier detected.]

[High probability of failure.]

Xu Wangshu glanced coldly at the screen.

"Low-level does not equal invalid."

Insufficient material grade.

"Many important things in the human world are made from materials of insufficient quality."

【explain.】

Lu Chenggong interjected, "For example, my life was almost over before, but I can still curse you now."

The inspector ignored him.

Xu Wangshu said, "This model is a microcosm of a man-made, erroneous myth. It is incomplete, imprecise, and not sacred, but it has been seen, touched, misunderstood, and repaired by ordinary people."

"It is suitable as a vessel for human beings."

Qin Lan recorded this.

The experiment begins.

The model base lights up first.

Then there are cracks in the mountain.

The crack, which was originally just a seam in a plastic mold, suddenly emitted a faint silver light.

Lin Jibai's echo was sliced ​​into a thin strand by Xu Wangshu and gently sent into the room.

Everyone held their breath.

one second.

two seconds.

The model did not explode.

Lin Jibai's voice disappeared from the moon painting for a moment.

The next second, a very soft voice came from the model:

"Feed?"

Lin Xiaoman suddenly covered her mouth.

Xu Wangshu was also stunned.

The sound was no longer just words on the screen.

It has a slight timbre.

It was very thin and flimsy, like something squeezed out of a broken radio.

But that was indeed Lin Jibai.

Lu Chengong's eyes widened.

"Did they really go in?"

The sound inside the model coughed.

"Lu Chenggong, could you please stop using such a strange word as 'go in'?"

Lin Xiaoman burst into tears.

"elder brother!"

The model's light strip flashed wildly for a moment.

"Don't cry, don't cry, the signal seems to be a bit unstable right now."

Xu Wangshu quickly checked the data.

The compatibility is only 12%.

But that's enough to prove the direction is feasible.

Before she could even catch her breath, the inspector suddenly delivered his verdict.

[Gonggong variable ground carrier detected.]

Low-level carriers are easily contaminated.

[Destruction recommended.]

The model's LED strip lights suddenly dimmed.

Lin Jibai's voice suddenly stopped halfway.

Xu Wangshu's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Who gave you permission to make suggestions?"

She pressed down on the model's base, and the lunar map unfolded.

"This is an exhibit from the human world."

"It is a carrier of evidence."

"They were also subjects of the recycling mission experiment."

"Beitianmen has no right to be destroyed."

The inspector did not respond.

But it began to cast white scrutiny marks.

The target is the exhibition hall model.

Lin Jibai's weak voice came from the model.

"Dr. Xu."

"I am here."

"Is it going to tear down my temporary dorm again?"

Xu Wangshu stared at the white line and said coldly:

"It dares."