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

12:30 PM.

Shanghai, Caohejing High-Tech Park.

Although the central air conditioning in the office building was still dutifully delivering cool air, the smell in the air, a mixture of coffee, printer toner, and anxious emotions, still made people feel somewhat stuffy.

As a typical office worker, Wang Hao had just finished a morning of intense coding.

He leaned back in the ergonomic chair and skillfully untied the bag of pork trotter rice that had just been delivered.

For working people like him, the most pleasant time of the day is undoubtedly this short one-hour lunch break.

Eating rice while watching mindless variety shows or videos has become a standard life ritual for contemporary young people.

"What's there to see?"

Wang Hao propped his phone up on a stand, ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, and aimlessly swiped his fingers across the screen.

He was already tired of those noisy talent shows; they were all the same scripts and had no appeal whatsoever.

suddenly.

A trending topic that was incredibly popular suddenly caught his eye.

#Newcomer at Mushroom House Livestreams Digging for Bombs#

This title is a bit outrageous.

"Digging up bombs? Are all variety shows getting this messed up these days?"

Wang Hao's lips twitched, speechless.

Despite his complaints, the title did pique his curiosity. After all, "Mushroom House" is a slow-paced variety show that focuses on rural life, so how did it get involved with such hardcore terms?

With a mindset of watching for fun, he casually clicked into the split-screen live stream room that was marked as live.

The screen suddenly jumped.

There were no thrilling explosions as I had imagined, nor the tension of being surrounded by special police.

What comes into view is a screen full of yellow earth, and a handsome guy in a training uniform, squatting on the ground... in a daze?

No, it's not daydreaming.

Wang Hao chewed on the pig's trotter and examined it carefully.

In the video, the artist named Peng Peng is excitedly carrying a dark, metal lump and gesturing as if he's going to take it home.

The handsome new guest stood calmly to the side.

"This prop is quite retro."

Wang Hao muttered something.

He's not only a programmer, but also a mild military enthusiast in private.

I usually enjoy browsing various military forums when I have free time, and I even subscribe to several copies of "Weaponry Knowledge" magazine. Although I've never handled any real weapons, my theoretical knowledge is quite extensive.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to it.

But as the camera zoomed in, giving a close-up of the metal lump on Peng Peng's shoulder, Wang Hao suddenly stopped eating.

His gaze was fixed intently on the screen.

The object had a unique spindle-shaped streamline. Although its surface was covered with a thick layer of red rust, the stabilizing fin structure at the tail and the rounded, solid curvature of the projectile...

Why does it look so familiar?

Wang Hao frowned, quickly flipping through his memories of Japanese military equipment from World War II.

That unique tailpipe design, and that iconic bullet diameter ratio.

If it's a regular movie or TV prop, it's usually very crudely made; either the proportions are wrong, or it's just made up.

But this thing...

The details are so well done.

Even the mold line marks left by the casting process on the projectile body are faintly visible under the rust.

Sudden.

A high-resolution structural cross-sectional diagram popped into his mind with a "ding".

That was information he had specifically looked up some time ago when he was debating with someone on a forum about the Japanese army's individual fire support weapons during World War II.

Japanese Type 97 90mm light mortar shell!

"puff--!"

Wang Hao almost spat out a mouthful of braised pork trotter rice onto his phone screen.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide like saucers, staring intently at the metal lump on the screen that was bouncing up and down with Peng Peng as he ran.

Holy crap!

A phrase from the national essence spontaneously escaped his lips.

What kind of prop is this?

This is clearly the real thing!

Even though it was just through a screen, he could swear on his max-level World of Tanks account that the texture of this thing, that heavy feel in his hand, was something that could never be made of plastic or resin!

Even if it's a prop made of iron, what prop team would be so bored as to make the special rusted threads around the fuse holder look real?

"Are you crazy?! Running around with this thing?!"

Wang Hao felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

Those were mortar shells!

Although we don’t know if the explosives inside are still effective, what if they are?

If someone bumps or knocks themselves over, that won't be part of the show; it will be a live broadcast accident—no, a live broadcast tragedy!

Looking at Peng Peng's carefree smile on the screen, and the key to the underworld that was about to be taken into the Mushroom House, Wang Hao could no longer sit still.

He threw down his chopsticks, picked up his phone with trembling hands, and quickly brought up the comment input box.

Fingers tapped frantically on the screen, so fast that they even left afterimages.

"Don't move! Put it down! It's real!"

"I'm a military enthusiast! Those are Japanese Type 97 mortar shells! They pose a risk of exploding!"

"Call the police! Call the police now! Streamers, don't risk your lives!"

In just a few seconds, he typed out a long string of warning messages.

At that moment, he felt he had a heavy responsibility to save several lives, his heart was pounding and his adrenaline was surging.

however.

Just a fraction of a second before his finger hovered above the send button, about to press it.

The camera suddenly switched positions during the live stream.

Seemingly to showcase Li Mo'an's hard work, the cameraman deliberately zoomed out, giving the roadside a wide-angle panoramic view.

The attention that was originally focused on Pengpeng was instantly drawn to a pile of things in the roadside bushes.

Wang Hao's fingers froze in mid-air.

He stared blankly at the screen, his mouth slightly open, as if he were frozen in place.

There, at the feet of the handsome young man with a calm expression, was a patch of messy grass.

Not just the one from before.

Instead... a bunch.

a whole lot.

It looked like a corner of a scrap yard, or a pile of potatoes that hadn't been loaded onto a truck yet.

Roughly counting them, there are at least forty or fifty.

Moreover, there were many different kinds, including not only the mortar shells we just saw, but also aerial bombs that looked even more frightening, and even a few disc-shaped objects that looked like landmines.

They were piled up haphazardly and without any dignity, forming a rusty little mountain.

The new guest, Li Mo'an, even had one foot on one of the biggest bombs, was wiping his sweat with a towel, then shook his head in Peng Peng's direction and followed.

The other person's posture just now was as relaxed as if they were stepping on a roadside stone.

"..."

Wang Hao's burning desire to save people from dire straits was instantly frozen, as if a bucket of ice water at minus twenty degrees Celsius had been poured over him.

My brain, which had been congested with blood due to tension, quickly cooled down.

Reason has regained the upper hand.

"That's not right."

Such a thought came to Wang Hao's mind.

If you dig up one or two, you could say you're just unlucky and stumbled upon something left over from back then.

But there are dozens of them!

If this is true, what was this village used to be? An armory?

Moreover, if there were really so many bombs of that magnitude buried under the road, how could the villagers have survived until now, walking on them every day?

That doesn't make sense.

More importantly, this is "Mushroom House," which was once the top variety show in China.

The production team must have thoroughly investigated the surrounding area when choosing the location. How could they possibly allow the guests to film in such a dangerous place?

Even if the director is insane, the boss named Yang Mi would never let her artists go to their deaths, right?

"It's definitely fake."

Looking at the magnificent mountain of bombs, Wang Hao suddenly realized that his reaction just now was a bit funny.

I got too caught up in the role.

They actually believed these variety show personalities' lies.

"That's true. These days, they'll write any script just to grab attention."

He shook his head, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his lips.

These days, TV production teams are really going all out; they've invested so much in props just to create a spectacle.

Look at the rust, look at the texture of the soil, it's practically indistinguishable from the real thing. If it weren't for the ridiculously large quantity, even I, a seasoned military enthusiast, would have been fooled.

"This is what you call insulting the audience's intelligence and then showing them off your financial power."

Thinking this to himself, Wang Hao silently deleted the embarrassing warning message from the input box, word by word.

Thankfully, it wasn't sent out.

If I posted this out, wouldn't everyone in the comments section laugh me to death? Claiming to be an honest person?

"But to be fair, the prop master deserves a bonus; his skills are absolutely amazing."

Wang Hao picked up his rice bowl again with a clear conscience, picked up a piece of fatty but not greasy pig's trotter and put it in his mouth.

Really fragrant.

As he chewed his food, he watched the handsome man on the screen calmly swing his hoe, digging out a large grenade from the ground.

Seeing the barrage of "hahaha" and "did he stumble into an arms dealership?" in the comments, Wang Hao chuckled along with them.

That's right.

This is just a comedy variety show, but I was actually genuinely nervous for a while.

Too young, still too young.

He shifted into a more comfortable position, continuing to watch the spectacle with great interest, like a spectator enjoying a grand treasure hunt. He even casually posted a comment:

"The props team is awesome! This rust looks so real, I almost believed it! Haha, is Pengpeng going to take it back to use as a hammer?"