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

Then......

There was a loud "bang".

The interrogation room door was closed immediately.

The thick door panel completely blocked out the noise from the outside corridor.

Town police station, interrogation room number one.

The blinding incandescent light shone directly down from above.

A beam of pale light shone directly on Li Mo'an's face.

Li Mo'an sat in the interrogation chair with a partition.

Hands clasped together.

It was placed very naturally on the surface of the baffle in front of me.

Opposite him was a long interrogation table.

At this moment, he was facing questioning from Lao Zhang, who was sitting behind the long table, and another young police officer who was taking notes.

There are no windows inside.

Only the exhaust fan emitted a faint humming sound.

This closed and oppressive environment can usually break down a suspect's psychological defenses immediately.

but.

On that handsome face.

Li Mo'an maintained his signature calm expression.

There was no panic.

There was none of the anxiety or unease that ordinary people feel when they are in jail.

Behind the long table.

Old Zhang opened the case file folder in his hand.

When he looked up, the police officer, who had worked at the grassroots level for thirty years, had a stern look in his eyes.

For Lao Zhang, this is a tough battle.

This case is far too complex.

In the video conference just now, the deputy director of the provincial department was personally in charge.

An underground casino in the provincial capital was busted, involving a huge sum of money.

The key figure in this case, the village elder Uncle Niu, who was over sixty years old, actually managed to dominate the scene with just a short biography.

The provincial economic crime investigation team concluded that the person behind the book "The God of Gamblers" was definitely a seasoned master of gambling.

And now.

This master of a thousand schools, who was highly regarded by experts from the provincial department, was sitting in this interrogation chair.

What's even more absurd is that the other party is a popular celebrity who frequently appears on television.

Old Zhang swallowed hard.

The sheer absurdity of this case seemed to be pushing the limits of his understanding.

The young police officer next to him, who was taking notes, was also in a daze, holding a black ballpoint pen.

They were clearly still reeling from the bizarre case.

After completing the process and confirming the basic information,

Old Zhang leaned slightly forward, his hands crossed and resting on the table.

His sharp gaze pierced through the halo of the incandescent light and landed steadily on the young man opposite him.

"Li Mo'an, do you know why I brought you into this room?"

Old Zhang spoke up.

His tone was very serious.

This is a common interrogation technique, attempting to put pressure on the other party from the outset.

Meeting Old Zhang's gaze calmly, Li Mo'an replied in a steady tone, "Because of Uncle Lao Niu's case of being arrested for gambling in the provincial capital."

Old Zhang frowned almost imperceptibly.

The other party's calm demeanor made him feel as if he had punched a piece of cotton.

"Since you know it's this case, let's be frank and speak openly."

Old Zhang took out a printed document and tapped it on the table.

It made a crisp sound.

Those are screenshots of evidence extracted from Lao Niu Tou's phone.

"We found a mysterious chat group on the phones of the people involved in the case."

"There is a document inside titled 'My Life as a God of Gamblers'."

Old Zhang paused for a moment.

His gaze was fixed on Li Mo'an's eyes, trying to catch even the slightest hint of panic in the other person.

however.

No.

When Li Mo'an heard this familiar name, he simply nodded slightly.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Lao Zhang continued to apply pressure.

"Your ID in that group chat is called 'The Only True God in This Group'."

"And this document was uploaded by this ID."

Old Zhang pushed a technical report to the edge of the table.

"The provincial network technology department has already located your IP address."

The air in the interrogation room fell silent.

Based on Lao Zhang's extensive experience in handling cases.

When faced with overwhelming evidence, suspects usually try to argue or feign ignorance to try and get away with it.

but.

To everyone's surprise.

Li Mo'an didn't hesitate for even half a second.

He sat in the interrogation chair, made no attempt to hide anything, and readily admitted it.

"Yes, it's me."

The voice was crisp and clear.

It could be clearly heard in this small room.

"That short biography was indeed posted in that group after I finished writing it."

Now.

The young police officer in charge of taking notes paused, his pen still.

Old Zhang was also taken aback for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected the other party to admit it so readily, almost to the point of confessing.

This cooperative attitude disrupted the series of interrogation procedures that Lao Zhang had prepared.

After a brief moment of surprise.

Old Zhang's eyes sharpened.

This kid recruited so quickly, he must have a backup plan.

As a veteran police officer, he would never be fooled by such superficial honesty.

"Alright, since you admit it, let's continue."

Old Zhang's tone became increasingly stern.

"Experts from the provincial department studied this document overnight."

"The dice-listening techniques and physical theories for preventing cheating recorded inside are professional."

"Many things are things that even many veteran police officers and con artists have never heard of."

Old Zhang leaned back in his chair abruptly and posed the most crucial question.

"How old are you?"

"Where did you learn your unparalleled mastery of a thousand techniques?"

Once we pry open this hole, we can follow the trail to find the source.

Perhaps we can uncover even more hidden things.

Old Zhang was already mentally prepared for a protracted battle, waiting for the other side to come up with various excuses to cover it up.

Faced with this sharp question.

Li Mo'an suddenly changed the subject.

He even blinked in confusion, looking at the policeman opposite him.

"A thousand unique and unparalleled techniques?"

"The expert's evaluation is quite high."

However, there is no need to hide this.

Since the police asked, just answer truthfully.

He looked at Old Zhang across from him and explained in a very sincere tone:

"Officer, I learned all my gambling skills from that 'Gambling Skills' group."

Upon hearing this answer...

Old Zhang was speechless.

He felt like his intelligence was being rubbed into the ground.

Do you take me for a three-year-old?

Old Zhang raised his voice.

"You learned it in the group chat?"

"Would someone just randomly share such a top-secret technique in a group chat and teach it to you for no reason?"

"Even assuming someone else posted it, do you think you can learn it just by looking at the chat history?"

Faced with Lao Zhang's doubts.

Li Mo'an remained calm.

In his view, that was the truth.

"I really learned it in the group chat."

Li Mo'an patiently explained, his tone even revealing a hint of respect for knowledge.

"Those group members were very enthusiastic; they shared a lot of knowledge in the group."

"I just read what they posted."

"Then, I integrated the knowledge they shared into my mind and learned it."

Li Mo'an's words were very true.

He did indeed absorb the experience of those experts in the group thanks to the system's double hundredfold learning buff.

This is perfectly logical and has a strong causal relationship.

Why can't you learn it just by looking at it once?

Old Zhang took a deep breath.

His chest heaved violently.

He felt that there was an insurmountable barrier in his communication with this young man.

This ability to lie with such a straight face is simply amazing.

"Okay, even if you're a genius, you'll learn it in no time."

Old Zhang decided to try a different approach.

"Then why did you write this?"

"Do you know that Old Bullhead won a lot of money at the underground casino in the provincial capital after reading this thing you wrote?"

"You summarized these harmful gambling techniques into an autobiography and posted it in that group."

Old Zhang slammed his hand on the table, making a loud bang.

"What ulterior motive do they have?!"

The sound echoed in the interrogation room.

It carried a sense of oppressive judgment.

Upon hearing this question...

Li Mo'an felt somewhat wronged.

Hidden motives?

As a law-abiding artist of the new era, what bad intentions could I possibly have?

"Officer, you've misunderstood me."

Li Mo'an adjusted his posture, leaning slightly forward.

His gaze was clear and open.

"The reason I posted the biographical sketches in the group was because I listened to Teacher Huang's advice."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The air in the interrogation room fell silent.

The hum of the exhaust fan was particularly clear at this moment.

Old Zhang's brows instantly furrowed into a tight knot.

Teacher Huang?

The middle-aged actor being questioned next door?

"What does this have to do with Teacher Huang?" Old Zhang asked in a deep voice.

Li Mo'an looked at Old Zhang.

He continued, without the slightest hint of guilt in his voice.

"I'm a new actor."

"I'm about to join the crew to film a movie called 'Gambling Art'."

"In it, I play a gambling expert."

To make sure the police understood him better, he even went over the whole story in detail.

"It was Teacher Huang who taught me."

"To play a role well, you have to do your homework."

He said he wanted to write biographical sketches and immerse himself deeply in the character's inner world.

Li Mo'an's words were very true.

He was almost completely open and honest in his speech.

Every word he uttered was filled with heartfelt sincerity.

He also had no intention of shifting the blame.

It's simply stating a fact objectively.

"That's why I joined that group to gather materials."

"I do this purely to hone my acting skills and experience life."

"Writing that short biography was just my role assignment. I wanted to post it in the group so everyone could see how realistic it was."

Li Mo'an even felt that there was really nothing between him and Teacher Huang this time.

After all, he hadn't done anything illegal.

They were just studying how to act.

Teacher Huang simply fell into his old habit of giving unsolicited advice to the younger generation.

Everyone is doing this for the sake of artistic creation.

What could be wrong with that?

Inside the interrogation room.

The incandescent bulb was still shining brightly.

The young police officer in charge of taking notes.

He held that black ballpoint pen in his hand.

The pen tip rests on the paper.

But it hasn't come down yet.

He looked up, staring blankly at the big star sitting opposite him, completely dumbfounded.

Old Zhang was also sitting behind the long table.

His eye twitched twice, and he was speechless.

He listened to this seemingly impeccable yet utterly absurd logic of "experiencing life in order to act."

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin my rebuttal.

To hone his acting skills, he joined a group of con artists?

To write a Thousand Doors autobiography that would shock provincial experts?

Was it taught by Teacher Huang?

These words came out of Li Mo'an's mouth so sincerely and truthfully.

But that's what he said.

If it's sent over.

That teacher, Mr. Huang, is probably in a situation where he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.