An invisible cloud hung over the IMCRC.
Almost everyone's mood had been affected by the incident.
Meanwhile, believers in the Spirit of the Universe from all over the world had begun gathering in Shanghai in organized groups, disguised as tourists, and arrived outside the IMCRC headquarters to protest.
It had happened so suddenly that by the time anyone realized something was wrong, the crowds had already blocked the nearby streets.
Standing outside the IMCRC entrance, these tourists from various countries held up signs bearing slogans such as "Protest," "Stop the experiments," and "Murderers," along with all sorts of performance-art imagery, to protest the IMCRC's experiments.
A mass gathering like this naturally could not escape the attention of reporters from the major media outlets.
Before the police had finished assembling, a BBC reporter slipped into the crowd with a microphone, stopped a protester who was nearly sixty, and began interviewing him.
"Hello. May I ask what you're protesting?"
His beard practically bristling, the old man said furiously, "Isn't it obvious enough? The IMCRC must stop its madness immediately! Right now! It must permanently shut down its experimental facilities on the moon!"
Sensing a major story, the BBC reporter immediately thrust the microphone beneath his nose.
"Madness? What madness?"
The old man's face flushed red with anger, and he shouted in agitation.
"The collider! Damn it, haven't they gone far enough with what they did in Europe? Don't think I haven't read the news. They once used a collider to create a miniature black hole underground on the border between France and Switzerland! Now they've built an even bigger one and even moved it into the sky... and finally! They've created a problem even more terrifying than a black hole!"
"A more terrifying problem?" The BBC reporter's mouth fell open before his