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

Let's return to the present moment.

Inside the command post.

On the screen, the captain of the Alpha team had just finished his report, which was enough to burn out the CPU of any normal person.

He looked at Professor Qian on the other side of the screen and gave his final summary:

"Mr. Qian, the situation... is just this."

"We followed the footprints to the cave entrance, and the search and rescue team followed the same footprints to find Li Mo'an, and they also found the cave entrance."

"So, although this sounds outrageous and has no scientific basis."

But the facts speak for themselves.

"The person who dug up the mushroom bomb's burial site was Li Mo'an."

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As the last word fell, the entire temporary command post fell into an even deeper silence than before.

Even Qian Chenghui, a leading figure in the scientific community who had seen many ups and downs, was somewhat dumbfounded at this moment.

His cloudy yet deep eyes were staring intently at the screen, his gaze filled with confusion.

He felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

He has spent his entire life dealing with data, formulas, and logic.

In his view, the world is rigorous, orderly, and the cause-and-effect relationship is clear.

But today.

Everything was turned upside down.

A celebrity who went to record a variety show accidentally unearthed a top-secret mushroom bomb that the country had been searching for for decades while digging a fish pond in the back mountains.

Even third-rate science fiction writers wouldn't dare write a script like this, right?

Mr. Qian took a deep breath; he still couldn't quite believe it.

He slowly turned his head to look at the other side of the video call screen, at the search and rescue team leader who appeared in the frame.

That seemingly honest and unassuming man was now covered in sweat.

"you......"

Mr. Qian's voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Are you sure you followed the footprints too? And that the footprints really belonged to Li Mo'an?"

On the other end of the video, the search and rescue team leader straightened his back immediately upon hearing Qian Lao's question.

He nodded solemnly and said:

"Reporting, sir! That's indeed the case!"

"Our orders were to search for Li Mo'an. The footprints extended from the fishpond where he was last seen, and the size and characteristics of the footprints matched the shoes Li Mo'an was wearing perfectly."

"There's absolutely no mistake!"

The search and rescue team leader answered decisively.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually feeling uneasy and his palms were sweating profusely.

He had been listening for a while and finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that Li Mo'an, whom they had been searching for so painstakingly, had actually done something earth-shattering while they were looking for him.

So while we were searching the whole mountain for you, you were digging for mushroom bombs?

"No, young man, why are you so busy?"

A truly speechless thought crossed his mind.

As an artist, isn't your scope of work a bit too broad?

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Meanwhile, at the command post...

After receiving the same absurd answer twice in a row.

Even if Mr. Qian didn't believe it and thought it was absurd, he had no choice but to accept this fact.

But he was still a little dumbfounded.

His eyes were somewhat glazed over.

And at this very moment.

It wasn't just Mr. Qian.

The rest of the command staff were also dumbfounded.

Especially Wang Dafa, the garrison commander, who was standing to the side, and Shi Chang, the city-level big boss.

The two of them had personally witnessed Li Mo'an's "heroic" act of digging for bombs at the village entrance, and had also personally experienced the kid's "strange" physique.

When they stepped on the landmine, they felt that this kid was a bit strange.

But they never expected that it was just an appetizer.

The real main course is waiting here!

At this moment, Wang Dafa's once dignified, square face completely collapsed.

He opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg, and couldn't close it for a long time.

His eyes were filled with a look of existential doubt.

You know, just now...

Not long ago, Yang Mi rushed over in a panic to ask about Li Mo'an's whereabouts.

He still thinks the most important thing right now is the mushroom bomb, not your nephew.

At the time, he even felt that Yang Mi was somewhat irrational and didn't understand the importance of the bigger picture.

But now...

The truth was like a resounding slap across his face.

That mushroom bomb that put him on high alert and set the entire national machinery running at full speed...

It turned out that it was Li Mo'an, whom he considered "insignificant," who had dug it up!

"this......"

Wang Dafa's lips twitched. He felt a lump in his throat, as if a large sausage was stuck in it. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was now at a loss for words to describe his feelings.

shock?

funny?

Or is it... a deep sense of powerlessness?

Is this what they call "evil"?

He could even dig out an old relic like a mushroom bomb that had been hidden for decades with a single hoe.

An eerie silence fell over the entire command center.

Only the faint hum of the instruments reminding us of the passage of time.

Everyone was still reeling from the shocking news, their brains struggling to reboot.

And it was in this quiet place.

"Thump!"

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A dull, heavy thud, like a heavy object hitting the ground, suddenly echoed throughout the entire scene.

The sound wasn't loud, but in such a quiet environment, it sounded particularly jarring.

Everyone was startled and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

It was in a corner of the command post.

Teacher Huang, who has always presented himself as wise, steady, and a "mastermind" in the entertainment industry.

At that moment, he collapsed onto the cement floor without any regard for his image.

His eyes were lifeless, his face was pale, and he looked as if his soul had been taken away in an instant, turning him into a statue.

He stared blankly ahead, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were muttering to himself.

No one knows what kind of psychological storm Teacher Huang was going through at that moment.

Just now, at the very moment I heard the confirmation message.

A buzzing sound went through Teacher Huang's mind.

He recalled everything that had happened at noon that day.

At that time, the discovery of a bomb at the village entrance caused a huge uproar.

To protect his "apprentice" and to keep Li Mo'an out of the limelight so he wouldn't say the wrong thing when questioned by his superiors.

It was he who personally suggested that Li Mo'an go to the back mountain to dig a fishpond.

He even remembers the smug look on his face at the time, as if he had made a perfect plan:

"Mo'an, go hide in the back mountains for a while, dig a fishpond, and your master will cover for you here."

But now...

I'm not Yang Dingtian, am I? I'm not some god-like figure.

You should know that although he sent Li Mo'an to dig a fishpond in the back mountain, it was to expand the fishpond.

But what the other side dug up was a mushroom bomb.

So if that's the case...

If he didn't let Li Mo'an go to the back mountain to dig a fishpond, Li Mo'an wouldn't go there.

If Li Mo'an hadn't gone to that place, he wouldn't have gone to dig in that ravine because his hands were itching to dig.

If Li Mo'an hadn't dug, he wouldn't have dug out that damn, terrifying mushroom bomb!

This logical chain instantly closed in Teacher Huang's mind, fitting perfectly and flawlessly.

So...

Teacher Huang was speechless, feeling a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a despairing thought surfaced in his mind:

"Am I... the culprit?"

This huge psychological gap, this ridiculous feeling of doing something good but ending up with a terrible result, instantly shattered Teacher Huang's psychological defenses.

He felt all his strength drain away, his legs went weak, and he sat down straight on the ground.

He stared blankly at the sky.

Am I the biggest sinner?

But......

Am I worthy of it?