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

The camera cuts to the adjacent interrogation room number two.

The room was brightly lit.

Teacher Huang sat in that specially made interrogation chair.

His current appearance completely lacks the composed and dignified demeanor he usually displays in front of the camera.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and landed on the barrier in front of him.

He looked utterly disheveled.

On the opposite side of him.

Sitting there was a presiding police officer who had rushed over from the county seat.

The policeman had a resolute face.

Sharp eyes.

They are currently conducting intensive questioning of Teacher Huang.

"Officer, I swear, everything I said is true."

Teacher Huang patiently explained to the police.

His voice had become dry and hoarse from talking for so long.

"I'm really just a boastful actor."

"As you know, those of us in this industry often try to present ourselves as experts in everything in order to create a good show."

"I just enjoy showing off my eloquence in front of those elderly folks."

Teacher Huang spread her hands, her face full of grievance.

"I can't even shuffle a deck of cards properly, and I can still cut my hand while cutting a potato."

"How could I possibly be some hidden master of gamblers!"

"I absolutely did not take on any con artists as apprentices."

"That old bastard went to the provincial capital to gamble. I didn't teach him to do it; I didn't even know he went there!"

........................................

Faced with this eloquent explanation...

The presiding police officer sitting opposite him showed no change in expression.

He still maintained a serious, businesslike demeanor.

As a seasoned criminal investigator, he had seen far too many suspects who were good at talking and deceiving.

Especially for seasoned veterans like these in the entertainment industry, their acting skills are truly superb.

A few words of protest are simply not enough to clear one's name.

"Mr. Huang, we value evidence when handling cases."

The policeman tapped on the table.

"Since you say you don't understand gambling."

"Then why did Old Niu Tou specifically ask to become your disciple in front of the provincial leaders?"

Why was he so convinced that you were the mastermind behind writing that biography of the God of Gamblers?

This series of rhetorical questions.

This question stumped Teacher Huang.

He opened his mouth.

I was speechless.

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Just as he was racking his brains, preparing to speak up again to defend himself.

Footsteps came from the corridor.

Followed by.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

It makes a slight friction sound.

A young police officer strode in.

He held a freshly printed transcript in his hand.

He walked straight to the side of the presiding police officer.

He whispered a few words in the ear of the presiding police officer.

Following the report from the young police officer.

A noticeable crack appeared on the presiding police officer's originally serious face.

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

He took the transcript and glanced at it.

After listening to the report, the presiding police officer who interrogated Teacher Huang...

Slowly raise your head.

His gaze became somewhat strange.

He stared intently at the middle-aged male actor sitting opposite him.

The gaze he gave had lost some of its previous scrutiny and intimidation.

It carries a more complex connotation, similar to how one might view a great injustice.

The air became quiet.

Teacher Huang felt a chill run down her spine as she was stared at by that strange gaze.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

then.

The presiding police officer cleared his throat.

He coldly relayed what Li Mo'an had just said in the interrogation room next door.

"Mr. Huang, your apprentice Li Mo'an has confessed."

As soon as those words were spoken...

Teacher Huang's heart skipped a beat.

"Mer'an confessed?"

"What did he say? Did he also spout nonsense along with that old man?"

Didn't wait for him to think about it.

The presiding police officer then uttered the second half of his sentence.

The sound was clearly audible in the enclosed room.

"He said that the biography of the God of Gamblers that teaches people how to cheat was written at your behest."

"They said it was to help him empathize with the character."

The words fell.

The exhaust fan was still humming.

But the atmosphere in interrogation room number two underwent a dramatic change.

Upon hearing this...

Teacher Huang felt as if countless drums were beating in his head at the same time.

It was as if I had been struck by lightning.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He sat there, stunned.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells.

The brain has lost the ability to think.

This moment.

He finally understood why the presiding police officer had looked at him so strangely earlier.

Instructed to write a biography of the God of Gamblers?

To embody the character?

What kind of damn confession is this?!

This not only bound the document that caused such a huge problem to himself, but also made him inextricably linked to it.

He even went so far as to elevate himself to the position of the mastermind behind the entire gambling case!

After realizing what had happened...

Teacher Huang suddenly jumped up from his chair.

The iron chair they brought made a screeching sound as it scraped against the ground.

He gripped his hair tightly with both hands.

The once neatly arranged discovery was now crumpled up and looked like a chicken coop.

I screamed hysterically in my mind:

Holy crap!

"I asked him to act, didn't I?"

"I told him to think about the role in private!"

"We didn't let him spout off his gambling skills and become the patriarch of gamblers!"

Endless grievances and anger intertwined.

Teacher Huang was so anxious that tears were almost welling up in her eyes.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

He looked at the policeman in front of him.

I want to cry without tears.

"police officer!"

"That's not how it works!"

Teacher Huang offered a rambling, incoherent explanation.

"I am a teacher at the film academy."

"I asked him to write character biographies; that's a basic assignment in our acting department!"

"I just asked him to figure out the character's psychology and analyze the character's motivation."

"How was I supposed to know this kid had such a unique way of thinking!"

"He actually went and collected all the cheating techniques, and he wrote them down so professionally!"

"The most outrageous thing is that after he finished writing it, instead of letting me proofread it, he actually posted it in an online group for scammers!"

The more Teacher Huang talked, the more frustrated she felt.

I feel like all the reputation I've built up in my life is going to be ruined by this one apprentice.

"If he says that, I'll be in a terrible predicament, even if I jumped into the Yellow River."

"That brat!"

"He's not just immersing himself in the role; he's practically committing treason!"

Teacher Huang felt like he was the biggest sucker in the world.

He kindly gave guidance to the newcomers on acting.

As a result, this newcomer ended up getting himself arrested.

They also provided a logically sound and well-motivated "criminal charge".

This is a complaint that has completely shattered people's mentality.

The interrogator sitting opposite couldn't help but curl his lip in disapproval.

I was speechless for a moment.

Although the police are meticulous in their investigations.

But faced with this absurd master-disciple relationship and this incredible brain circuitry.

Even experienced veteran police officers felt their scalp tingle.

Who would have thought.

A biography of a gambling god that stirred up the underground casino scene in the provincial capital and amazed the economic crime investigation experts of the provincial department.

It turned out to be just a role assignment submitted by a new actor to experience life.

And the teacher who instructed this new student to do the homework.

He's sitting in the interrogation chair, going crazy.

Although this argument sounds utterly absurd.

However, the police did not jump to conclusions simply because they found it outrageous.

Then.

The interrogation has been suspended.

The police began an intensive evidence-gathering process.

After a thorough investigation by the police overnight, the facts were verified.

They retrieved the project approval documents from Jiaxing Entertainment regarding the film "Gambling Techniques".

The contract for Li Mo'an to join the cast as a gambling expert has been verified.

They even retrieved unbroadcast surveillance footage from the Mushroom House program overnight.

It's in the materials.

It clearly records Teacher Huang's desire to be a teacher.

The entire process of providing acting guidance to Li Mo'an and imparting the "Eight-Character Mantra".

Each chain of evidence corroborates the other.

This ultimately formed a complete closed logic.

It has been confirmed that this was indeed a farce caused by acting out a life experience.

These two, master and apprentice.

One dares to teach, and the other dares to learn.

One person thought it was about acting theory, while the other took it directly as a practical guide.

Neither of them had any subjective malice in organizing gambling or teaching criminal methods.

As the truth came to light.

All the misunderstandings were cleared up.

Outside the police station compound.

The night gradually faded.

A grayish-white hue appeared in the east.

As time went by, it gradually became brighter.

finally.

At daybreak.

Li Mo'an and Teacher Huang completed the relevant procedures.

The two were eventually released.

After all, it was just a misunderstanding.