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

Deep underground, Li Mo'an, carrying a hoe, walked step by step toward the giant door that had been silent for half a century.

Meanwhile.

on the ground.

The Alpha team was trudging through the dense jungle, their steps uneven.

Although guided by satellites and supported by big data from numerous experts, the approximate direction of the mountain pass was determined.

However, the actual search area is still surprisingly large.

"stop."

The captain suddenly raised his right hand, which was clenched into a fist.

The team froze instantly, their movements perfectly synchronized, without making a single unnecessary sound.

They came to a complicated crossroads.

To be precise, these are not roads, but rather several animal trails trodden by wild beasts or gullies eroded by rainwater, each leading in a different direction and disappearing into the deep forest.

The captain raised his left hand and looked at the tactical terminal on his wrist.

On the screen, a complex terrain wireframe is constantly rotating, a beacon is flashing, and next to it is a dense stream of data analysis.

He hesitated.

Based on satellite thermal imaging and geological density analysis, there are three possible points of suspicion ahead.

The captain frowned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stared at the fluctuating percentage probabilities on the terminal, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

This is the downside of high technology: when there is too much data, it can interfere with people's intuitive judgment.

"team leader."

Just as the captain was hesitating between the map and the data terminal, a member of the team responsible for scouting suddenly spoke up.

His voice was low, but it carried a certainty:

"I think we should take this path."

As he spoke, he pointed with his tactical-gloved fingers to the rightmost path, which looked the most rugged and was the most overgrown.

The captain looked up in surprise.

He glanced at the teammate, then at the terminal.

Skillful.

Based on the intelligence analysis gathered from various parties, it has been determined that this route, compared to the other routes, does indeed have the highest probability of leading to the core area of ​​the target, reaching 45%.

But this is only a probability, and there is no absolute certainty.

Moreover, this data had just been updated, and he hadn't even had time to give the order yet.

How did you know?

The team leader asked the team member curiously, "You can also see satellite data?"

"no."

The team member shook his head.

He wasn't looking at any high-tech terminal; instead, he pointed to the muddy ground beneath a clump of inconspicuous weeds at the entrance of the small path:

"Captain, look."

"I just saw these footprints."

The captain paused for a moment, then looked in the direction he was pointing.

On that patch of damp humus soil, it's impossible to spot unless you look closely.

But after the team member pointed it out...

A row of clear footprints, covered with a little gray mud, came into view.

Those were marks left by ordinary rubber-soled liberation shoes.

Moreover, the mud around the footprints was not soil from the mountains, but a type of pond mud with a fishy smell.

That was left behind by Li Mo'an.

He had been digging a pond on the back hill, his feet sinking into deep mud. Before he could even change his shoes, he ran over with his hoe.

This pond mud stands out like fluorescent powder on the dry mountain forest ground.

The team member squatted down, picked up a little of the grayish-white dried mud with his fingers, rubbed it, and then looked up with a strange expression:

"team leader."

"Actually, I noticed these footprints as we searched along the way."

"I hadn't noticed it before; I thought it was left by a villager who went up the mountain to collect herbs."

"But now..."

The team members paused, glanced back at the road they had come from, and then looked ahead at the road that the data determined had the highest probability.

He swallowed hard, his voice filled with an incredulous sense of disbelief:

"Looking back now, we realize that as long as we are on the right track, these footprints will appear."

"As long as we follow these footprints, our various indicators will rise sharply."

The more the team member spoke, the stranger his expression became.

He thought to himself:

"This feels...like if we find this footprint, we'll be able to find the mushroom bomb?"

"So all that work we did all that time—adjusting satellites, processing big data, analyzing geological strata...wasn't it all a waste of time?"

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

Listen to what the other person has to say.

The captain was also stunned.

He stared at the row of footprints stretching into the distance on the ground, and his lips twitched violently a few times.

Now, thanks to this teammate's reminder, he has remembered.

Along the way, they did encounter quite a few footprints covered in pond mud.

Previously, however, he had focused all his energy on the high-tech terminal on his wrist and on the massive amount of information coming from all sides, leaving him no time to pay attention to anything else, and thus subconsciously ignored these most primitive traces.

Now, thinking about it more closely is terrifying.

Could it be that...

The other team members also thought of this.

They looked at each other, their expressions extremely strange, speechless.

The feeling was like a group of fully armed special forces soldiers preparing to attack a demon king's castle, only to find a row of "This Way" arrow stickers pasted on the demon king's door.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

This is so illogical.

"Cough cough."

The captain forcibly suppressed the indescribable awkward feeling in his heart.

He saw through what everyone was thinking.

As the team leader, he must maintain the seriousness and scientific nature of the team and not allow such metaphysical ideas to shake the morale of the troops.

"This could be a coincidence."

The captain, with a stern face, said in a serious tone:

"Don't think about anything that's not there."

"Perhaps it was just a villager who happened to be passing by."

To ease the awkward and strange atmosphere, he even made a rare joke, attempting to break the unreal feeling with humor:

"What's wrong?"

"Could someone actually know where that mushroom bomb is?"

"Or perhaps someone just grabbed a hoe, dug a couple of times, and found the mushroom bomb?"

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh, realizing that the joke was indeed quite lame and impossible.

Then.

He waved his hand, pointing in the direction the trail of footprints extended:

"Set off!"

"Full speed ahead!"