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

"Come and arrest us."

The words were not spoken, but they were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

In the duty room, the police officer who was organizing documents looked up and stared blankly at the family of three at the door.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and a dazed expression.

A middle-aged woman with red, swollen eyes, clearly having just cried.

There was also an old man wearing a brand-new Zhongshan suit, but with somewhat cloudy eyes, who was curiously looking around.

This group doesn't seem like they're going to do anything serious.

What's more, the man even extended his hand, seemingly waiting to be handcuffed.

What kind of show is this?

The on-duty police officer was speechless, but his professionalism still made him walk over: "Fellow villager, what happened? Don't worry, tell me slowly."

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

Half an hour later.

The police station, in a small interrogation room.

The two young police officers taking the statement were staring wide-eyed at the middle-aged man sitting opposite them, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Just now, this man, in an almost collapsing tone, recounted something that sent chills down their spines.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

One of the younger policemen dropped his pen on the table with a "thud," but he didn't bother to pick it up.

He looked up, his voice trembling, and asked again in disbelief, "You...you mean, the thing that celebrity named Li Mo'an dug up in that variety show 'Mushroom House'..."

"Underneath that road, there are...real bombs buried?!"

At that moment, the policeman next to him who was taking notes also froze, his hands stopping instantly.

The two looked at each other, both seeing extreme terror in each other's eyes.

Although they are police officers, they are still young. After work, they are just like ordinary people, enjoying scrolling through their phones and watching variety shows.

They were certainly aware of the recent treasure hunt event at "Mushroom House" that went viral online.

Even last night, the two of them were eating barbecue while watching funny clips on their phones, treating it as the most appetizing "electronic pickled vegetables".

They also jumped on the bandwagon and made fun of the celebrity named Li Mo'an for being too immersed in his role, and mocked Teacher Huang for using "props" to hammer nails.

But now...

Now someone is telling them that those weren't props at all.

The grenade that the villagers took home to smash garlic was real.

The bomb that the child rode as a rocking horse was real.

The landmine that was used as an ashtray was real!

This?

This is insane!!!

The two young police officers felt their worldview shattered at that moment.

They immediately realized that the seriousness of the matter far exceeded their ability to handle it.

"Quickly! Report this to the station chief! We need to tell him immediately!"

The two shouted almost in unison, then hurriedly stood up, opened the door, and rushed outside.

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

It was noon.

In the police station chief's office, the air conditioner was blowing cool air, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

The director was holding a stainless steel lunchbox, shoveling food into his mouth while watching something on his phone with great interest.

His usually stern face was now beaming with smiles, his big teeth showing as he grinned.

On the phone screen, the latest funny clips from "Mushroom House" are playing.

In the video, an older woman is using a dark, metal object to crush garlic, muttering, "This thing works great!"

The director was watching with great interest, muttering to himself, "This production team really knows how to create something; these props are made to look just like the real thing."

Sudden.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The director was startled by the sudden commotion and almost dropped his chopsticks.

He looked up and saw two subordinates blocking the doorway, panting and pale-faced.

The smile on the director's face froze instantly.

After all, he always maintained his authority in front of his subordinates, and his most frequently uttered saying was "Do not speak while eating or sleeping," requiring everyone to remain calm and composed at all times.

Now that he'd been caught red-handed eating and grinning like an idiot, the scene was incredibly awkward.

To ease the awkwardness, the director immediately put on a stern face, resumed his serious expression, and took the initiative, adopting a leader's demeanor as he reprimanded the director in a deep voice:

"What a flustered and disorderly manner!"

"How did I teach you? To remain calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain!"

however.

The young policeman who rushed over didn't care about anything else. He took three steps at a time and rushed to the desk, reporting breathlessly to his superior:

"Chief...Chief! Something terrible has happened!"

"The Mushroom House...over there...that road...under the road...there are bombs everywhere! Really! It's all true...just now we..."

At this moment, he was so shocked that his speech was not very coherent, but he still managed to explain the situation clearly.

And these words were spoken.

The director, who had just been telling others to stay calm, suddenly lost all color in his face.

He jumped up from his chair with a jolt, his movements so fast he almost knocked over the lunchbox on the table. His eyes were wide open, and his face turned pale.

The police officer who came to report was completely dumbfounded.

Didn't we agree that we wouldn't flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of us?

The director, seeing the other person's blank stare, understood what he meant, but he could no longer hold back:

"Staying calm and collected my foot!"

"An entire village is about to be blown to bits!"