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

No one spoke in the carriage; the stuffiness was unsettling.

Yang Mi took a breath and forced herself to calm down, even though her hand holding the phone was still shaking.

"Impossible. These days, netizens love to believe everything they hear. It's easy to spread rumors, but debunking them is incredibly difficult."

This thought popped into her mind, and she tried to convince herself with reason.

She continued scrolling through the comments section of that trending topic, trying to find some rational voices or evidence to refute the rumors.

However, she found that the longer it went on, the more one-sided the public opinion became.

When the news first broke, many people, like her, thought it was just marketing accounts making things up and the show's producers creating hype.

But not long after, a popular post that was pushed to the top by countless netizens shattered everyone's hopes.

The post's title was simple and direct: "[I'm a student at the National University of Defense Technology, and I'm here to tell you whether those things are true or not.]"

The poster is an ID with a yellow verified account: Zhao Tiezhu, a third-year student at the National University of Defense Technology of Southeast University.

Yang Mi's eyelids twitched suddenly when she saw the ID.

These officially verified accounts are of a different level of value; you'll be held responsible for any inappropriate statements made by them.

She followed the link and clicked on the post that had been highly upvoted.

The post was very simple; it contained a video.

In the video, a young man with a buzz cut and an upright demeanor is facing the camera with a stern face, looking extremely serious.

"Hello everyone, I am Zhao Tiezhu."

"Regarding the things that Li Mo'an dug up in the Mushroom House, I didn't dare to confirm them during the live stream because of the lighting."

"I want to apologize to everyone here; I was too hasty."

In the video, Zhao Tiezhu took a breath and spoke faster:

"I initially thought it was just a realistic prop made by the production team. After all, who would dare to do something real on a variety show?"

"But just now, I saw that rumor online about a '70-year-old man turning himself in to the police station, claiming that the bombs under the Mushroom House Road are real.'"

"At the time, I still thought it was just netizens making a joke, but I started to have some doubts."

At this point, Zhao Tiezhu's expression became somewhat exaggerated, as if he had recalled some unbelievable scene:

"Coincidentally, I was in a professional classroom at the military academy at the time, before class started, and I was looking at the 'family photo' that Li Mo'an dug up on my phone."

"As it turned out, our professor, who is also a leading expert in the field of explosives disposal at Southeast University, happened to come in."

He stood behind me and glanced at my phone screen.

"Just this one glance."

"My supervisor's expression changed immediately, and he asked me directly if I was looking at historical archives."

"I said it was a screenshot from a variety show live stream."

"My advisor immediately got anxious and pointed at those rusty big guys in the photo, saying—"

In the video, Zhao Tiezhu imitated his mentor's shocked yet stern tone:

"Nonsense! This isn't a prop! Look at the color of the oxide layer on this fuse holder, the flaws in the parting line from the casting process, and the fatigue marks on the broken tail fin!"

"This is a standard Japanese Type 97 No. 6 land-based aerial bomb! And it's an unexploded ordnance! The picric acid explosive inside is extremely unstable after so many years; even the slightest vibration could cause it to explode!"

In the video, Zhao Tiezhu shrugged, his face showing helplessness and fear:

"Brothers, my mentor is a titan in this field; his eyes are like a ruler. If he says it's true, then it absolutely cannot be false."

"The mentor's authoritative certification really surprised me."

So, stop asking if it's true.

"That's true!"

Immediately afterwards, the video feed switched.

Zhao Tiezhu then launched into an extremely hardcore and utterly disheartening scientific analysis of the photograph.

"This is the Type 97 aerial bomb. It has a large explosive charge and a kill radius of several hundred meters."

"This is a Type 99 grenade. It may be small, but it can kill a few people without any problem."

"And this is the most outrageous one, the Type 93 anti-tank mine, the one that Peng Peng almost stepped on and it exploded. This thing can blow off a tank's tracks."

"Now these things are just piled up bare by the roadside, and villagers take them home to chop garlic or use them as stools..."

At the end of the video, Zhao Tiezhu looked at the camera with a somber expression:

"All I can say is that the people in that village are incredibly lucky to be alive."

"And that guy named Li Mo'an, he kept saying those things were bombs, but I want to say to him, you bastard, when you said those things were bombs, couldn't you at least show some fear???"

The video ends.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

Yang Mi froze, holding her phone, and leaned straight back in her chair.

This "professional's" "concrete evidence" completely shattered her illusions.

She could have fooled herself into thinking it was a prop, a misunderstanding, or that the old man was talking nonsense.

But now, even expert instructors from military academies have spoken out.

How could this be fake?

Yang Mi's mind went blank, with only a buzzing sound in her ears.

"so......"

She muttered to herself absentmindedly, her throat parched:

"Those bombs that kid dug up...were they all real?"

"no......"

"Has Jiaxing Entertainment really become a company that intensifies its punishments?"

A sense of fear that was both utterly absurd and incredibly real instantly overwhelmed her.

After the initial shock, countless fragments of memory began to frantically piece together in her mind.

She was reminded of her childhood.

Li Mo'an, the "Demon Pill" who was only seven or eight years old but lawless and caused trouble everywhere, even daring to steal the old chief's chicken and roast it.

Back then, everyone in the compound said that this child was a troublemaker.

She was reminded of the old saying, "You can tell what a person will be like at three years old."

"I should have thought of that..."

Yang Mi's lips twitched, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

It feels like it's been ruined.

"How can a person change so much? Old habits die hard!"

"He hasn't become more mature; he's clearly evolved his 'troublemaking' ability! As a child, he was a roast chicken; now he's a bomb digger!"

No, this brat, why is he playing this on me? Didn't I play with his little peephole when we were kids?

Then she remembered that day in the office, Zou Jianguo's secretary, Xiao Chen, with a serious expression that even carried a hint of lingering fear.

And then there was the official assessment that baffled her at the time—"It's too eerie."

This moment.

Yang Mi finally understood what those two words really meant.

This is more than just weird!

This is absolutely outrageous!!

What celebrity would go on a slow-paced variety show and unearth World War II-era weaponry? They practically dug up an armory! And then drag the whole village into it?

"A lack of sufficient awareness of danger..."

Yang Mi muttered these words to herself, feeling utterly speechless and terrified.

So what this sentence means is that even if this kid were to kick a bomb like a ball, he would think it's normal!

Just when she was completely dumbfounded, feeling her worldview collapse and her life turned bleak.

"Ring ring—!!!"

Suddenly, the assistant Xiao Gao's phone started ringing incessantly.

The urgent ringing of the bell sounded particularly jarring in the quiet car, startling the two people who were already questioning their existence.

Xiao Gao answered the phone with trembling hands.

"Feed? Who?"

"What? Adding punishment to entertainment? No…"

"Really? Does Boss Yang know about this? This..."

The phone rang one after another, all from reporters from various media outlets seeking confirmation of the authenticity of the "Adding Punishment Entertainment" incident.

Some people even asked if Yang Mi had been taken into custody by the police.

Xiao Gao was initially confused, but after receiving a few phone calls and listening to the reporters' assertive questions, she instantly understood what had happened.

"Clatter".

The phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the car mat.

Xiao Gao's face was completely drained of color. She turned her head, looked at Yang Mi who was also staring blankly, and stammered, "..."

"Honey... Honey, what should we do?"

"What's being said online is all true...that bomb is real..."

Xiao Gao was so frightened he was almost crying, his voice trembling with tears, completely lost and confused.

"How about... how about we run away?"

"Before the police come and arrest us..."

"Running away?"

These two words jolted Yang Mi awake, instantly bringing her to her senses.

run away?

Where are you going?

That's a bomb!

At that moment, she truly broke down.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply.

She seemed to suddenly remember something, and her heart began to pound violently, causing her chest to ache.

Those were thousands of bombs!

Moreover, those bombs are not only piled up by the roadside, but have also been taken home by villagers, and are even being knocked on and played with!

If it really explodes...

That means Mushroom Village was razed to the ground, and hundreds of lives were lost in an instant!

At that point, let alone Jiaxing Entertainment, even if they sold Yang Mi herself, they wouldn't be able to afford the compensation! They would be completely finished!

"Don't run...don't run..."

Yang Mi gritted her teeth, trying her best not to faint.

"Quick! My phone! Give me my phone!"

Without hesitation, she reached out and snatched Xiao Gao's phone from the car seat.

Because of excessive nervousness, her fingers trembled so badly that she clicked the wrong spot several times.

"Huff... huff..."

She gasped for breath and finally clicked on the live streaming app.

She wanted to take a look.

She had to see for herself what was really going on.

Was there an explosion? Are people still alive?

He slammed his finger down on Li Mo'an's split-screen live stream.

Page redirection.

The buffer circle rotated twice.

however.

Just as the live stream screen popped up, before Yang Mi could even see what was happening inside, or whether her nephew, whom she wanted to strangle, was alive or dead...

Sudden.

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang came out of the phone's speaker without warning.

Yang Mi's face turned pale instantly.

At this moment, all was silent!