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

Meanwhile, on the other side of the scene.

In the village.

"Fellow villager, listen to me, this really isn't a prop, it's for your safety!"

A county leader, sweating profusely, was earnestly trying to persuade an old man in front of him.

Behind him, several city leaders also took separate actions, some even personally leading teams to visit each household to do their work.

This is quite a grand affair.

however.

The old man, however, looked completely unconvinced, even showing a hint of disdain.

"Alright, alright, stop acting."

The old man waved his hand, protecting the bomb tail fin in his arms as if it were a precious grandson:

"You even called in county leaders just to get these lumps of iron for us! Your production team is so stingy!"

"It's just a few pieces of scrap metal, is it really that big of a deal?"

The other villagers were also whispering and pointing:

"Exactly, this acting is just too realistic."

"They must be trying to save on the cost of props."

The leaders tried everything to persuade them, even swearing that the bomb disposal team had arrived and that it really was a bomb that could explode.

But the villagers were stubborn and refused to listen to reason.

They've been walking this road for so many years, if they were going to explode, they would have exploded long ago. Why did they have to wait until you came to record the show to explode? Some people even said that they felt quite at ease walking on that road. Every time they walked that road, they would dream at night about an old lady in front of a bridge, feeding them sweet water.

Finally, the leading villagers waved their hands:

"Okay, didn't you say there really was a bomb disposal team coming?"

"Then we'll go see for ourselves!"

"If it's true, we'll give it back to you!"

then.

A scene appeared that was enough to cause any professional to have a stroke on the spot.

A group of villagers.

There are men and women, old and young.

Some of them were carrying mortar shells, some were carrying the tail fins of aerial bombs, some were carrying a string of hand grenades, and some children were spinning landmines in their hands.

And so, in a grand procession, like people heading to a market, they walked toward the village entrance.

The journey was filled with laughter and chatter, with some even comparing whose weapon was heavier.

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

A dozen minutes later.

When this "heavy firepower" team turned the last corner and arrived at the construction site at the village entrance.

The previously noisy chatter and laughter vanished instantly, like a duck being choked.

All the villagers suddenly stopped walking.

They stared blankly ahead.

There it was.

The cordon was stretched out in layers.

Armed special police officers were on high alert.

Fully armed engineers, wearing heavy bomb disposal suits, are working carefully.

In the distance, rows of solemnly painted military and police vehicles were parked.

And there was Commander Wang, with the rank of Senior Colonel on his shoulder, standing there with a serious expression.

This massive display, this somber atmosphere.

Even the most ignorant villagers could sense it at that moment.

This...this doesn't seem like acting, does it?

Who can put on a real military performance like that?

Who else can have such an overwhelming presence in their acting that it's almost suffocating?

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed first.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling called fear spread like a plague among the villagers.

They finally understood.

These things in my hands...

It's not a lump of iron at all!

It's not a prop!

This is a real bomb!

They were real bombs that could blow them to smithereens!

"Oh my god..."

An elderly woman's legs went weak, and she almost sat down on the ground.

In other words, they had been carrying something powerful enough to blow them into the sky or even level the entire village, all the way here while chatting and laughing.

This is like dancing while clinging to the leg of the King of Hell!

Under extreme fear, a person often loses control of their limbs.

Several villagers who were a little less courageous were trembling all over, and their palms were instantly covered in cold sweat.

This included the young widow from that village.

She was holding a wooden-handled grenade, a replica of a German weapon, in her hand.

These past few days, she's found this thing easy to use and has been using it all the time. The wooden handle has become shiny and even has a patina.

It's slippery to begin with.

At this moment, the cold sweat further intensified the reaction.

"Clatter".

A soft sound.

That was the sound of a grenade being released and falling to the ground.

But this is just the beginning.

Followed by.

"Clatter".

"Clang!"

Several villagers' hands went limp, and the grenades and mortar shells in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

In that instant.

Everyone present.

Instantly, his expression changed drastically!

Everyone's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

that moment.

The whole world seemed to fall silent.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone's heart was in their throat as they stared intently at the iron lumps bouncing and rolling on the ground.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Fortunately.

Perhaps these old relics are indeed quite old, or perhaps God hasn't decided to take these simpletons away yet.

The fallen bombs rolled a few times on the ground before lying there quietly.

There was no fire.

There was no loud noise.

There was no explosion.

"call......"

A collective gasp of relief rippled through the crowd.

Everyone felt weak all over, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

however.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts still pounding and the cold sweat on their foreheads was still damp.

suddenly!

"boom!"

The nerves that had just relaxed were snapped again, and the scene instantly descended into chaos. Some people crouched down with their heads in their hands, some instinctively tried to run away, and Teacher Huang collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Yang Mi closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the excruciating pain to begin.

but.

The expected shockwave did not arrive.

The expected pain did not come.

Only the echoing sound reverberating through the valley proved that the loud noise just now was not an illusion.

Then, they heard Li Mo'an's voice ring out softly:

"Like just now, a sudden bang like that is impossible."

It turns out that the explosion that had terrified everyone was actually made by his mouth.

Li Mo'an looked at everyone calmly, his eyes as clear as a college student's, but his tone was so sincere that it made people want to punch him.

This isn't just a figure of speech; it's a genuine expression that everyone wanted to hit someone.

Li Mo'an continued:

"Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I've already done a careful calculation."

"Based on the frequency of use and the metal fatigue of these bombs, they are still quite durable."

"At the very least, it won't explode until this time tomorrow."

As he spoke, he even added his own voice-over:

"Like this, boom!"

Everyone shuddered again.

Li Mo'an seems quite satisfied with his rigorous popular science writing.

Looking at the pale-faced people, he felt it necessary to further calm their emotions and, incidentally, prove his abilities.

So he continued calmly:

"Really, you have to believe me."

"I am the kind of person who is most sensitive to danger."

however.

The word "sharp" hadn't even been uttered yet.

"Shut up!!!"

A voice suddenly rang out, interrupting him.

The composition of this sound is extremely complex.

From Yang Mi.

From Teacher He.

From my sister.

From Teacher Huang.

From Peng Peng.

Director Wang Yuzheng, covered in sweat.

From Colonel Wang Dafa, Commander of the Garrison Command.

It came from that city-level big boss, Mayor Shi.

Reporters A, B, C, and D.

From Aunt Zhang, Li Erniu, Wang Laosan... and all the villagers.

At this moment, whether they were celebrities, directors, high-ranking officials, soldiers, reporters, or villagers, everyone set aside their differences in status and reached an unprecedented consensus.

They stared wide-eyed, pointed at Li Mo'an, and shouted those words with all their might.

Looking at these angry faces...

Li Mo'an blinked, and a faint hint of grievance finally appeared on her usually calm face.

No, this long list of names... it's like the end credits at the end of a movie, and they're all yelling at me!

What did I do wrong?

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(One more chapter to come)