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Every heartbeat of my daughter comes from 380,000 kilometers away. The "Magpie Bridge" quantum network is the blood vessel of human civilization on the earth and moon. I am Chen Mo, its engineer and its most dangerous vulnerability. In order to keep my daughter Chen Nian alive who suffers from congenital heart disease, I turned myself into a human signal tower - through the brain-computer interface, I established an illegal "emotional damping channel" between the earth and the moon. Every ounce of my daughter's happiness on earth turns into an electric current that stabilizes my nerves; every ounce of my loneliness on the moon turns into an invisible shield that protects her heartbeat. They say it's a father's love. I said, this is a murder. The night before the solar storm hit, I received two encrypted messages. One from the Earth Security Bureau: "Your daughter's heart rhythm has become a channel for quantum ghosts to penetrate the 'Magpie Bridge'. Disconnect the link, or define her as a system threat." Another entry, from the experiment log of my dead wife: "The essence of emotion is quantum entanglement. I have uploaded our love for our daughter to the underlying protocol of 'Magpie Bridge'. Find it before her heartbeat stops." Now, communications between the earth and the moon are about to be completely cut off by the storm. I still have four hours of oxygen left. My daughter's heartbeat monitor is sounding a countdown alarm for the last three minutes in the Earth's hospital room. I had to make a choice: Follow the instructions and cut off your daughter's last chance of survival with your own hands? Or risk everything and use my body, which is about to freeze on the moon, to send the craziest and gentlest message in the history of human communication to the earth-- "Don't be afraid, dad is here."

In the Bingwu year, on New Year's Eve, he broke the gun and came out of seclusion. Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, snow in the north of the desert, and the Forbidden Palace, all the way through. When the tip of the spear knocked on the steps, all the nobles in the palace were silent. "Did you commit suicide, or did I commit regicide?"