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

Wen Qingyue's objection paused for a full seventeen seconds on the public review interface.

Then, the fragments of Nuwa's sky-mending project immediately judged it to be a crack.

[Cracks under management: Prioritize monitoring.]

Lu Chenggong found it hilarious.

"She was probably slapped in the face by a piece of glass for the first time."

Wen Zhaolin did not laugh.

He knew very well why Wen Qingyue would do that.

As long as Lin Jibai's right to suspend the project is frozen, the recovery plan will become a public works project. Public works projects can be taken over by security agencies, can be replaced by alternative solutions proposed by companies, and can be repeatedly broken down by risk models.

In the end, Lin Jibai will be preserved.

But only the useful parts are kept.

Gonggong variables, Lighthouse interface, Heavenly Pillar Echo, Human Testimony Network permissions.

As for the maintenance worker who was rude, worried about the cost, and randomly wrote arrows on the wall of the utility tunnel, he would be classified as unnecessary noise.

Xu Wangshu did not give Wen Qingyue a chance to continue spreading the rhetoric.

She responded publicly.

[My right to suspend is a condition for recovery, not an additional clause.]

Freezing my right to suspend the action will result in distortion of the target being repaired.

The distorted Lin Jibai lacks representativeness of human beings and the stability of the Gonggong variable.

Qin Lan added an even harsher comment.

No organization may use public safety as a pretext to deprive an individual of their right to survival.

The public channels were flooded with posts about it.

There are supporters.

Some people have raised questions.

"But what if he stops, causing the lighthouse to become unstable?"

"What if he's being used by the Deep Space Divine Court?"

Can one person's rights override global security?

These problems are not all malicious.

It is precisely because it is not malicious that it is even more difficult to answer.

Xu Wangshu did not run away.

She released the three-anchor plan.

[Human Anchor 1: Traces of Daily Life.]

[Human Anchor Two: Memories of Relatives.]

[Human Anchor Three: My Own Choice.]

The first anchor proves that he actually lived in the human world.

The second anchor proves that he is not an isolated function, but a person in a relationship.

The third anchor proves that what returned was not a well-organized set of data, but Lin Jibai, who could make choices, refuse, and make mistakes.

The fragments of Nuwa slowly lit up.

[Three-anchor structure: assessable.]

[The individual's choice to participate in the sampling was missing.]

Lin Jibai immediately said, "I choose not to be taken over by Wen Qingyue."

Xu Wangshu: "Too general."

"I'll have a boxed lunch for lunch, but no nutritional supplements."

"Invalid but recorded."

Lin Xiaoman whispered, "I know what my brother will choose."

Xu Wangshu looked at her.

Xiaoman hugged her employee badge tightly, her voice trembling slightly, but very earnest.

"When I was a child, I was sick, and the hospital asked my family to sign a consent form for a treatment with very low risk but that could affect my memory. At that time, my brother was not yet twenty years old and was in debt. The doctor said that if we signed the consent form, we could get into a charity project, which would be much cheaper."

The flashlight in the toolbox dimmed slightly.

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

"I want to say it."

She looked up at the public recording camera.

"He didn't sign. He said that cheap prices are not a reason to hand people over."

No one spoke in the main control room.

That's not a declaration of heroism.

It wasn't even that nice to listen to.

But it's like a nail, driven into all the grand debates.

Lin Jibai has always been this kind of person.

He can be poor, he can be tired, he can be afraid of trouble, and he can say things like "don't make it too expensive."

But he won't hand people over to find a solution that seems more feasible.

Xu Wangshu categorized this as the second anchor.

[Sample of family memory 1: Cheap is not a reason to hand someone over.]

The fragments of Nuwa lit up.

[Anchor point is valid.]

The first anchor was delivered quickly.

Maintenance markings left by Lin Jibai have been uploaded to the old warehouse of the Aerospace City Exhibition Hall, the underground pipe gallery, the cryogenic valve group of the launch tower, and the power distribution box in the family area.

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

[Take the shortcut, but don't tell the boss.]

[Tap this switch, don't kick it.]

[The curtain track in Xiaoman's ward is stuck; it needs repair on Wednesday.]

[Dr. Xu is coming to pick up the samples. Don't let her go through the West Gate; the West Gate dogs are fierce.]

When Xu Wangshu saw the last message, his expression paused subtly.

Lu Chengong suppressed his laughter, even as his wounds ached.

"Is the Simon dog aggressive?"

A muffled sound came from the toolbox.

"fact."

Xu Wangshu filed it out as well, expressionless.

[Sample 7 of Everyday Traces: Protective Tips Regarding the Movement Paths of Specific Others.]

Lin Jibai: "Do you have to be so formal?"

"Let's be more formal, so the Old Gods can understand."

When the first anchor was formed, the toolbox casing suddenly vibrated slightly.

It's not an alarm.

It was as if something from a very far place had found its way home.

On the public review channel, some people have also started uploading their own short testimonies.

A ticket seller at the exhibition hall said that Lin Jibai once temporarily converted a broken turnstile into a manual ticket gate, claiming that "children would cry while queuing." A cleaning lady in the residential area said that he would always change the light bulbs in the stairwells while delivering food, and never registered the work order because registering it would mean waiting for approval. A subcontractor who had been scolded by him commented: "That guy has a sharp tongue, but if something really happens, he'll be the first one to crawl into the utility tunnel."

These testimonies are not grand, and are even somewhat trivial.

But they gradually pulled Lin Jibai out of the four words "Gonggong variable".

He is not a lighthouse component.

He is someone who has left his mark on the margins of many people's lives.

Monthly chart hint.

[Strengthening the identity boundaries of ground-based carriers.]

Lin Xiaoman immediately looked at the flashlight.

"elder brother?"

Lin Jibai paused for two seconds.

"I just remembered something."

"What?"

"The dog in Ximen is named Doubao."

Lin Xiaoman burst into tears of laughter.

Xu Wangshu also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The memories are coming back.

It is not the ancient scene of Gonggong crashing into the pillar, nor the grand echo of the lighthouse.

It's the name of a vicious dog.

Fragments of Nuwa float with words.

[Daily Anchor: Passed.]

However, the third anchor has yet to be formed.

My choice.

Lin Jibai can talk a lot, he can joke, and he can refuse Wen Qingyue.

But the fragments of Nuwa do not require a verbal choice.

It requires a choice that will come at a cost.

Just then, the signal from the lighthouse on the far side of the moon suddenly dropped by three percent.

The toolbox flashlight was flashing violently.

A red alert pops up on the moon chart.

[The lighthouse on the far side of the moon requests that the Gonggong variable be filled back in.]

If refused, the cracks in the lighthouse's outer layer will widen.

If agreed, the stability of the ground carrier will decrease.

Xu Wangshu's expression changed.

The third anchor has arrived.

Lin Jibai had to make his first real choice between returning as quickly as possible and ensuring the temporary stability of the lighthouse.