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

The underground warehouse of the Aerospace City Exhibition Hall was older than Xu Wangshu had imagined.

When the iron gate was opened, a damp, musty smell wafted out.

Large patches of plaster had peeled off the walls, and there were white watermarks on the ground left by long-term water accumulation. Two of the emergency lights were broken, and the remaining one was flickering as if it were about to die.

This place doesn't fit at all with grand terms like the far side of the moon, Mount Buzhou, or the divine court in the deep space.

But as soon as Xu Wangshu stepped inside, the moon map lit up.

[Rule leakage detected.]

Lin Jibai's voice came from the flashlight in the toolbox.

"I told you it leaked in a regular pattern."

Xu Wangshu lowered his head.

Why didn't you apply before?

"I've reported it."

"result?"

"The property management said it's normal for the basement to be damp."

Xu Wangshu: "..."

The team leader sent by Qin Lan couldn't help but glance at the toolbox.

This is probably the first time I've seen someone use this tone to talk about mythology.

Deep inside the warehouse were piles of old exhibits.

Retired satellite models, interactive screens for children, broken rocket cutaways, and several boxes of discarded mythological backdrops.

There is an old display case covered with a dust cloth at the very back.

Xu Wangshu lifted the cloth.

There are no cultural relics inside.

It was a damaged blue transparent board.

It's like glass, and also like solidified water.

The surface of the board has fine cracks, and ancient characters are faintly visible within the cracks.

A notification pops up on the moon chart.

[Fragments of Nuwa's Sky-Mending Project.]

[Status: Low activity.]

[Function: Regular crack detection.]

The team leader immediately signaled for a blockade.

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Xu Wangshu did not get too close.

She first had Yue Tu record the scene, and then had Lin Jibai identify the surrounding maintenance markings.

The toolbox flashlight swept across the base of the wall.

"This way," Lin Jibai said.

There was a string of inconspicuous pencil writing at the base of the wall.

It is not classical Chinese.

It is a modern maintenance mark.

[If it leaks around the 15th of the lunar month, do not plug it.]

The handwriting is old.

Xu Wangshu squatted down to look.

"This is not your handwriting."

"Yeah," Lin Jibai said, "Like my dad."

This statement silenced the room for a moment.

Lin Wangchuan has been here before.

And he knew there was a leak here.

Xu Wangshu continued his inspection along the base of the wall and soon discovered a second line of text.

[Leakage is a release, not a malfunction.]

The third row is on the back of the display case.

The remnants of the Heaven-Mending Bureau are still functioning; the cracks cannot be sealed off.

Lin Jibai's flashlight flickered very softly.

"Did my dad hide it in the exhibition hall back then?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the blue fragment.

"It's not hidden."

"It's about keeping it at a low activity level."

The underground of the exhibition hall was damp, ordinary, and neglected, unlike either a laboratory or a mythological node. It was abandoned in an old warehouse, and thus not easily locked by the old Heavenly Court, Tianheng, or the North Heavenly Gate.

Lin Wangchuan once again chose the most inconspicuous repair solution.

If it can run, don't dismantle it.

If it can leak, don't block it completely.

The team leader asked, "What's the next step?"

Before Xu Wangshu could answer, the fragment of Nuwa suddenly lit up.

A line of text emerged from the blue crack.

[Excessive anomalous variables were detected.]

The flashlight in the toolbox suddenly went dark for a moment.

Lin Jibai asked in a low voice, "It's talking about me?"

Xu Wangshu immediately moved the toolbox back.

The fragments continued to float with words.

[Gonggong-side variables: need to be adjusted.]

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "Deny."

The fragment ignored her.

Watermarks slowly spread from the base of the wall, like a transparent hand reaching towards the toolbox.

The action team immediately raised their guns.

Xu Wangshu shouted, "Don't fire!"

Watermarks are not an attack.

At least not now.

It's more like a detection.

However, the test results themselves are dangerous.

If the fragment of the Heaven-Mending Bureau determines that Lin Jibai needs repair, it may regard all of Lin Jibai's Gonggong variables, Lighthouse Echoes, and Distributed Carriers as cracks and then attempt to smooth them out.

That way, Lin Jibai would become "normal".

He was no longer Lin Jibai.

Xu Wangshu unfolded the moon painting.

"Lin Jibai is not an excessive outlier."

"He is a human recycling mission target."

Fragments of floating characters.

The recycling path is unstable.

"It's being cured."

Instability will widen the cracks.

"A crack doesn't necessarily mean it has to be patched up completely."

The fragment paused.

This pause made Xu Wangshu realize that the Heaven-Mending Bureau was different from the North Heavenly Gate.

Beitianmen will review, archive, and request submissions.

The Bureau of Sky Repair will assess the cracks, stability, and repair methods.

It is not necessarily hostile.

But its default tendency is equally dangerous.

Because it may be too eager to make the world stable.

It is so stable that it does not allow Lin Jibai to exist in this "semi-recovery state".

Xu Wangshu took a deep breath and submitted the non-permanent succession clause, Lin Jibai's own wishes, the toolbox distributed carrier rules, and temporary action permissions.

"This is our current repair plan."

"Please evaluate, do not overwrite."

The fragments of blue light flowed slowly.

Much later, a new judgment emerged.

The plan is crude.

Lin Jibai's voice came from the toolbox.

"Who is it cursing?"

Xu Wangshu: "They're insulting us."

However, they possess the potential for self-study.

Xu Wangshu's eyes flickered slightly.

Another line of fragments emerged.

[The seam needs to be repaired; it cannot be sealed shut.]

This line almost overlaps with the markings on Lin Wangchuan's wall.

Xu Wangshu slowly exhaled.

She finally understood that the fragments of Nuwa's patching up of the sky were not there to negate them.

It is proposing another standard.

Not archived.

It's not a trusteeship.

It's not ignition.

Instead, it's for patching the seams.

But the next second, hurried footsteps came from outside the warehouse door.

The team leader immediately went on alert.

The surveillance footage shows the Tianheng security team forcibly breaking through the perimeter of the exhibition hall.

Wen Qingyue clearly also wanted to get the fragment back.