Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Under the pavilion.

The air became quiet.

Li Mo'an sat in the rattan chair at the edge of the dining table.

He put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

His gaze passed over the several unfinished dishes on the table and landed on Teacher Huang.

at this time.

Teacher Huang sat blankly on that old little stool.

The pupil lost focus.

His mouth, which had been utterly rambling, opened slightly, but no sound came out.

His stunned, grief-stricken appearance was a stark contrast to the charismatic superstar he had been just seconds before, exuding an absurd and grotesque charm.

Looking at this scene.

Li Mo'an's brain began to work at lightning speed.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

His gaze shifted slightly.

He looked at Old Zhang standing next to the dining table.

The veteran police officer in the jurisdiction still held his police ID card with the national emblem in his hand, and the solemn aura he exuded when performing his duties had not diminished in the slightest.

"Officer Zhang's decision to return is highly unusual."

Li Mo'an was making plans in his mind.

"When they left the Mushroom House just now, they clearly stated that they were going to deal with Uncle Niu's matter."

Memories surge.

He recalled the conversation at the dinner table earlier.

Old Zhang said that Uncle Niu had been arrested for gambling in the provincial capital and that he needed to notify his family as soon as possible and have them go to the provincial capital to cooperate with the statement taking.

There must be a direct causal relationship here.

Piece these fragmented clues together.

Li Mo'an quickly came to an extremely clear conclusion.

Police officer Lao Zhang asked Teacher Huang to come with him, which must be because of Uncle Lao Niu's gambling case.

There is absolutely no other reason for a veteran police officer to undergo such a dramatic change in attitude in such a short period of time.

I've figured out this layer of logic.

Li Mo'an slowly withdrew his gaze.

He leaned back slightly, pressing against the back of the rattan chair.

Can't help but.

He gently shook his head.

He sighed inwardly.

"Teacher Huang is good in every way, except he loves to show off too much."

A sense of helplessness and disdain welled up in Li Mo'an's heart.

"This shows an absolute lack of awareness of danger."

He recalled the farce that happened that night.

The police car pulled up at the entrance.

Teacher Huang was arrested and taken to the police station overnight because he was discussing gambling techniques with some old men under a big tree at the entrance of the village.

It's only been a few days...

"maybe."

"What outrageous thing has Teacher Huang done behind the scenes this time? He's involved with that Uncle Niu again in this case."

"That's why Lao Zhang received orders from his superiors and immediately returned to bring him back for investigation."

The more I think about it, the more reasonable this deduction seems.

In Li Mo'an's understanding.

If a person cannot keenly perceive the undercurrents in their surroundings, they will inevitably stumble repeatedly, just like Teacher Huang.

Ugh, this Teacher Huang is such a worry.

And it was at this time...

"You should come with me too," Old Zhang said, turning to look at Li Mo'an.

Li Mo'an was secretly lamenting Teacher Huang's reckless behavior.

I suddenly heard that sentence.

Instantly.

He was stunned for a moment.

A rare and obvious look of surprise appeared on that usually calm and handsome face.

The brain experienced a brief pause.

"I?"

He sat in the wicker chair, somewhat dazed.

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

Li Mo'an spoke calmly, his tone sincere and steady.

As he spoke.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed with his thumb at Teacher Huang, who was still frozen in place.

Without hesitation, he threw out a classic line of comparison and disparagement.

"I understand asking Teacher Huang to cooperate with the investigation."

"After all, he doesn't have a good sense of danger and he likes to talk nonsense and cause trouble."

After laying the groundwork with this poignant statement.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

He pointed his index finger at his chest.

With his back ramrod straight, he continued in a self-righteous tone:

"But I'm different."

These words, "Better to die for my friend than for myself," echoed clearly under the pavilion.

The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

next to.

Teacher Huang, who was still immersed in the fear of being arrested and whose mind was blank.

Upon hearing this...

His previously deranged senses were instantly jolted by a powerful sense of absurdity.

Teacher Huang's breath hitched.

His already pale face turned even darker after hearing these words.

It looked as ugly as soot smeared on the bottom of a pot.

His neck made an invisible clicking sound, like a rusty gear.

He suddenly turned his head.

His gaze was fixed on Li Mo'an, who was sitting there.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest.

At that moment, Teacher Huang was speechless.

Countless complaints were roaring wildly in my mind.

What do you mean by "it's understandable that you're cooperating with the investigation"?

What does it mean that I lack sufficient awareness of danger?