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

When the surveillance footage from the west gate of the exhibition hall was zoomed in on the main screen, everyone could see the dog.

Bean bag.

A yellow and white dog that looked no young had a faded collar around its neck, its fur was ruffled by the night wind, but it stood like a dutiful security guard.

It barked wildly at the shadows outside the west gate.

Each sound grew more urgent than the last.

In the shadows, the fiery red ancient character lit up for only a moment, like a wound scalded from the air.

Zhu Rong.

Mars' Zhurongtai has clearly entered an invisible state.

But its traces actually appeared first in front of a dog in the human world.

Lu Chengong stared at the screen with a strange expression.

"So the clue to saving the world is a dog?"

The flashlight in the toolbox was very dim.

Don't underestimate the steamed bun.

Xu Wangshu immediately asked, "You remembered?"

"I don't remember everything," Lin Jibai said, "but I know it wasn't making random noises."

Qin Lan has already mobilized the action team outside the exhibition hall.

"West Gate sealed off, everyone retreat, avoid direct contact with the shadows."

The fragments of Nuwa also lit up.

[A projection of embers has been detected.]

[Non-body. 】

[Risk: Ignition of unstable cracks.]

Xu Wangshu's heart sank.

The fact that Zhurong Terrace is not visible does not mean it has disappeared.

It is looking for a crack that can be ignited.

The memory that Lin Jibai had just pledged was touched by Wen Qingyue's pseudo-anchor, creating a tiny gap.

The fire followed the gap and found the west gate.

Found the steamed bun.

Lin Xiaoman's voice tightened: "Will it burn my brother?"

"If it's allowed to flow back along the cracks in memory, it will," Xu Wangshu said.

"What should we do then?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the toolbox.

"Take back that memory."

Lin Jibai took a soft breath.

"If we take it back, will the crack in the lighthouse widen further?"

The monthly chart provides the judgment.

[Short-term retrieval is feasible.]

The lighthouse needs a temporary anchor replacement.

What is a substitute anchor?

Fragments of Nuwa float with words.

[Equal traces of human activity.]

Inside the main control cabin, everyone quickly searched for usable samples.

Maintenance markings, cryogenic valve assemblies, old shift schedules, and Xiaoman recordings have all been incorporated into the three-anchor structure. Temporarily removing one more could create new vulnerabilities.

At this moment, Wen Zhaolin suddenly spoke.

Use mine.

Everyone looked at him.

Wen Zhaolin submitted an old document to the public address system.

[Minutes of Tianheng's Early Safety Review Meeting.]

The meeting minutes contain a deleted audio clip.

Lin Wangchuan said, "The cleaner can't rely solely on automatic detection. If something really goes wrong, there needs to be a manual brake on the ground."

The younger Wen Zhaolin replied, "Manual operation means inefficiency."

Lin Wangchuan smiled and said, "Sometimes inefficiency means the people are still there."

The audio ended with Wen Zhaolin uttering a sentence after a long silence:

"Then stay."

Wen Zhaolin looked at the record, his voice low and hoarse.

"This wasn't my doing. Lin Wangchuan persuaded me. But I did sign to retain the brakes."

He paused for a moment when he said the last two words.

He used to think that braking meant falling behind, that humanity was afraid to entrust its fate to more efficient systems. Only today has he realized that braking is not about slowing down the future.

Braking is a way to pull a car back if it goes in the wrong direction.

Xu Wangshu immediately understood what he meant.

This is another trace of humanity.

It wasn't Lin Jibai's, but it was directly related to the Lin family, manual brakes, and self-cultivation in the human world.

It can temporarily support the lighthouse, allowing Lin Jibai to retrieve Ximen's memories.

Lu Chengong coldly replied, "Are you willing to give it up?"

Wen Zhaolin glanced at him.

"There's not much I can give up right now."

"If you pawn this memory, will you forget it?"

"possible."

"Once you forget about it, you'll be even more like the jerk you used to be."

Wen Zhaolin smiled bitterly.

"Then please remember to remind me."

Qin Lan looked at Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu did not act on emotion.

She only asked the fragment of Nuwa, "Is it feasible?"

[Can be used as a temporary public anchor.]

[Personal confirmation required.]

Wen Zhaolin nodded.

"confirm."

The next second, the audio was drawn into the lunar map by the blue light, temporarily connecting to the crack in the outer layer of the lighthouse.

The toolbox vibrated.

Lin Jibai said in a low voice, "I remember now."

Xu Wangshu immediately asked, "What's behind the West Gate?"

“It’s not the dog’s fault,” he said. “There’s an old heating ditch under that door that leads to the pavilion’s old temporary power well. I used to stop you from using the west entrance because there was always hot air coming out from there, even in the summer.”

Xu Wangshu's expression changed.

In the basement of the Aerospace City exhibition hall, there are fragments of the Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau.

Below the west gate, however, there is an unusual heat source.

One is leaking.

One is on fire.

The stories of Patching the Sky and Zhu Rong have surprisingly left their mark in two corners of the same exhibition hall.

The task force arrived at the West Gate.

Doubao is still calling.

The captain crouched down, trying to calm it down. But Doubao grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him backward.

The next second, the floor tiles at the west gate cracked.

A thin, reddish thread of fire emerged from the crack, licking the air like a living creature.

The team's body camera shook violently.

The streak of fire didn't scorch the floor tiles; instead, it scalded the dust in the grout lines into tiny, reddish grains of sand. These grains floated up, forming half of an ancient pattern, like the edge of some kind of altar, or like an unfinished bow.

Xu Wangshu immediately took a screenshot.

"It's not natural diffusion; it's positioning itself."

Qin Lan ordered: "Disconnect all devices related to Hou Yi from the internet."

"It's broken," the technician said, his voice strained. "But the broken bow fragment is still responding. It's not receiving through the network, it's receiving through the same-origin rule."

These four words made Lu Chenggong's face darken.

The shared rules mean that hiding in a shielded room is useless.

As long as he remains in the Hou Yi sequence, the Fire Seed can call upon him on some level.

The fragments of Nuwa flickered rapidly.

[Embers confirmed.]

[Source: Early ground-level pre-buried sites at Zhurongtai.]

Status: Currently searching for hunters.

Lu Chengong suddenly looked up.

"hunter?"

The fire suddenly shifted towards the main control room.

No.

It's not the main control module.

It is a fragment of the broken bow that was sealed inside the stabilizer.

In that instant, Lu Chen felt as if something was pulling him from afar, his shoulder and back muscles tensing violently. Even though the stabilizing shield was separated by three layers of shielding, he heard an extremely faint twang of the bowstring.

It is not an order.

It's an invitation.

Hou Yi's sequence has been targeted by the fire seed.