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

Something's definitely not right!

Li Mo'an's absolute calmness in the face of death threats, and his effortless handling of the fuse.

Was this really an act?

If Li Mo'an can pull off this performance, then it's a waste of his talent if he doesn't win an Oscar.

Moreover, although he only saw the shape of that landmine briefly, he felt like he had seen it in some internal teaching material booklet.

It looks like... some kind of Japanese anti-personnel mine left over from World War II?

Zhao Tiezhu paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?" his roommate asked, turning around.

"It's nothing." Zhao Tiezhu shook his head and followed.

But the seed of doubt had taken root in his heart.

"No, the more I think about it, the more I believe it to be true."

While queuing for food, he was still muttering to himself.

Looking at the braised pork on his plate, Zhao Tiezhu suddenly felt it didn't taste good anymore.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

If you report it to the police now, without solid evidence, you'll probably just be mistaken for a prankster or a die-hard fan.

Moreover, the production team has definitely finished filming by now, so there shouldn't be any more problems.

"Tomorrow."

Such a thought came to Zhao Tiezhu's mind.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll call the local police station and ask them to go check it out. If it's fake, great; if it's real..."

Thinking of this, he took a big bite of the braised pork.

"Let the police worry about it."

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

Night was falling.

The minor incident caused by the landmine passed by as Li Mo'an calmly tossed the items into the scrap metal pile.

For everyone at the Mushroom House, this was just a minor incident during the recording process.

After all, no one would really believe that a variety show could uncover the real deal in such a safe environment as the University of Tokyo.

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

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

While everyone in the Mushroom House was still dreaming, Li Mo'an had already gotten up.

Since they'd taken on the road-building task, they had to work hard. Pengpeng, however, had worked too hard yesterday and couldn't do the work today. After all, digging is quite tiring.

He quickly washed up, ate two steamed buns, and then carried his hoe to the construction site at the village entrance.

Yesterday's harvest was quite fruitful. In the roadside grass, the two small hills made of various iron lumps gleamed with a dark red rust in the morning light.

Li Mo'an glanced at it calmly, not finding anything amiss.

He spat twice into his palm, picked up the hoe, and continued working.

"when!"

"when!"

With the swing of the hoe, he dug several more large creatures with tail fins out of the ground and casually tossed them into the pile next to him.

Just then.

A slightly loose chain creaking could be heard in the distance.

"Squeak—squeak—"

An old, worn-out bicycle wobbled along the village road.

The man riding the bicycle was a police officer in his fifties, wearing a faded police uniform. He had gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face, looking like an old man playing chess at the edge of a village.

This is the local police officer, Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang has been working in this area for decades. The biggest cases he usually handles are either whose cow ate whose crops, or a couple fighting and using a rolling pin.

This morning, the station received a call saying that someone was digging for bombs to play with.

Old Zhang laughed when he heard that.

Digging for bombs? Where do bombs come from these days?

However, since someone reported it, and it's a place where big stars record shows, I still have to come and take a look.

He squeezed the handbrake, and the bicycle came to a stop beside Li Mo'an with a long "squeak."

Old Zhang, supporting himself on one leg, adjusted his police hat. His eyes, which had seen countless trivial matters, first swept over Li Mo'an before settling on the two impressive piles of iron ore by the roadside.

Hey!

Old Zhang was also startled.

These piles of red and black things actually look kind of interesting.

He got out of the car, set up the car ladder, and walked over with a stern face.

Regardless, wearing this police uniform still gives off an imposing aura.

At this time, many early-rising viewers also began to enter the live broadcast room.

When the police arrived, the comments section instantly became lively.

"Holy crap! The police are here!"

"I knew it! With such a commotion, someone had to take care of it."

"This is going to be interesting. Once the police arrive, they'll know whether it's real or fake with a simple check."

"If it's a script, this would be awkward."

Everyone held their breath. Zhao Tiezhu, the military academy student who called the police last night, was also staring intently at his phone screen with dark circles under his eyes.

Is the truth finally about to come out?

on site.

Old Zhang walked up to Li Mo'an with his hands behind his back, pointed to the things on the ground, and asked in a serious tone:

"Young man, the station just received a report that someone here is digging for bombs?"

"What do you do? What are all these things?"

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

Li Mo'an stopped what he was doing and straightened up.

He looked at the old policeman in front of him, his face still as calm as ever.

He stood the hoe on the ground, pointed to the two piles of things, and spoke calmly, as if introducing the cabbages he had grown:

"Officer Zhang, I wasn't playing."

"I really dug these out of the ground."

He paused, then added very seriously:

"And it really is a bomb."

"The person who reported this is not wrong on this point."

"..."

The air quieted down for a moment.

Old Zhang was stunned.

The viewers in the live stream were also stunned.

"Is he really that honest?"

"Streamer, your mental fortitude is truly something else. You dare to stick to your persona in front of the police?"

"Officer: Couldn't you at least make up a lie to fool me?"

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

Old Zhang looked at the young man in front of him and frowned deeply.

This young man looks quite handsome, so why does he talk so incoherently?

Is it really a bomb?

If it were a bomb, would you still be standing here so calmly? You'd probably wet your pants by now!

Old Zhang was completely skeptical.

He's worked at the grassroots level his whole life. What kind of people hasn't he seen? Those who have really committed crimes, no matter how well they pretend, will still have shifty eyes.

But what about this young man?

His face was calm, his eyes were clear, and he even had a hint of frankness that he was telling the truth.

This suggests two possibilities: either this kid is a desperate criminal, or... it's all a misunderstanding.

Old Zhang prefers the latter.

He ignored Li Mo'an's words and walked forward with a serious expression, squatting down next to the pile of bombs.

He reached out and casually picked up a rusty mortar shell.

It's quite heavy, feels cold to the touch, and has a strong rusty smell.

Old Zhang picked it up and weighed it in his hand, then stretched out his finger and tapped it twice.

The sound was muffled, and it sounded like it was solid.

He then looked at the round, disc-shaped landmines and the long-handled grenades beside him.

to be honest......