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

"Let's go."

"Keep moving forward."

Following Qian Lao's instructions, the team set off again.

As the beam of the flashlight continued to penetrate deeper into the underground fortifications, the environment in the passage became increasingly complex.

Along the way, out of their rigorous professional habits, Qian and the other top experts raised two or three more potential hidden dangers.

For example, gas isolation valves or gravity-triggered traps.

Every time a warning is issued, everyone has to hold their breath in tension and move forward as if walking on thin ice.

however.

Just like the blast door and the nearly collapsed passageway before.

With Li Mo'an as a pioneer blazing trail ahead, all those so-called crises were completely eliminated before they even arrived.

It's fair to say that the journey has been fraught with danger but ultimately safe.

Or to be more precise, the so-called shock was all just self-inflicted fear.

Or perhaps, these experts are just trying to scare us.

Yang Mi, who was walking at the back of the group, couldn't help but twitch her lips.

She was speechless and didn't even know how to evaluate these experts.

It should be noted that those who were specifically brought in by Qian Xuesen were absolutely top-tier talents at the national level.

They should be the real experts, not the kind of charlatans who just pretend to be knowledgeable.

But today, here.

The things these experts did, and the dangers they predicted, were indeed quite unreliable.

"This brat is too weird!"

Yang Mi's lips twitched twice more as a thought popped into her mind.

She felt that it wasn't that these experts were incompetent.

It's purely because his nephew Li Mo'an is too strange; he somehow manages to make these experts with top-notch brains look like quacks who only know how to make a fuss.

Just as Yang Mi was having doubts in her mind.

The footsteps at the front of the group suddenly stopped.

They walked and walked, until they finally came to a real problem.

The beam of the flashlight shone forward, and the view suddenly opened up.

But the scene before them caused everyone to furrow their brows in dismay.

That was an extremely wide area.

What appeared before everyone was not a straight passage, but a maze-like fork in the road.

There were seven or eight identical side roads, stretching out in all directions like a spider web.

The walls, widths, and even the curvature of the ground in these side streets are all exactly the same, and there are no signs or markings.

Mr. Qian glanced at the incomplete documents in his hand and explained in a deep voice that this was a maze defense line specially set up to prevent the enemy from infiltrating and sabotaging it.

There are many such forks in the road, most of which are dead ends.

"After passing through this area, we should reach the location of the nuclear bomb."

Faced with these blind boxes that offer multiple choices.

Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to the ground.

really.

On that thick layer of dust, the row of footprints covered in pond mud left by Li Mo'an still remains.

The footprints showed no hesitation and no trace of lingering at various intersections.

It pointed straight and clearly to the far left.

It pointed to one of the most inconspicuous paths.

In the team, an expert in charge of codebreaking stepped forward.

He frowned and strode quickly to the front of the fork in the road.

He held a piece of incomplete data that had been pieced together in one hand, while his other hand rapidly performed calculations on the tablet computer.

The cryptography expert looked at the data on the tablet and said solemnly, "The only correct path in this maze is hidden in a logic based on the arrangement of stars."

"Or it could be a complex mathematical sequence."

"I just did a reverse deduction based on the remaining clues."

He looked up and pointed to the path Li Mo'an had followed, his tone extremely certain:

"Based on my calculations, the path he chose is definitely a dead end!"

The cryptography expert was very confident.

He felt that Li Mo'an, this pioneer, had some unorthodox methods in bomb disposal and sabotage.

However, when faced with a mathematical maze that requires a high level of professional knowledge, they would definitely get confused.

After all, everyone makes mistakes.

How could a young person who is not even in his twenties possibly understand a code that requires top-level decoding methods to decipher?

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

Hearing this extremely professional analysis from the expert...

Those around them, including Yang Mi and Teacher Huang, couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Yang Mi also thought it made sense.

She knew exactly what her adopted nephew was capable of.

Besides being physically strong, daring, and a skilled digger, getting this kid to do math problems? That's harder than killing him.

He couldn't possibly know everything.

When it comes to choosing a channel, which requires professional information and precise calculations, the expert's conclusion is definitely more accurate.

Thinking about this...

Yang Mi couldn't sit still any longer, and she asked with concern:

"Expert, Li Mo'an took the wrong path. Is he in danger?"

"If he gets stuck in a dead end inside all by himself, won't he be trapped and die?"

Upon hearing this, the cryptography expert put down his tablet, thought for a moment, and then said:

"No, not at all."

"According to the information, the original design of this maze was to buy time and exhaust the enemy's energy."

"If you choose the wrong path, no matter which way you go, you'll eventually end up back at the starting point."

The expert adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "At most, he'll just waste a little more time. Once he can't get through, he'll come back on his own."

Hearing that there was no danger to her life, Yang Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

at the same time.

With the expert's guidance, everyone made a decision.

They chose to believe the experts' calculations.

When faced with such a purely intellectual test, people are still more willing to believe in the power of science.

So, led by Mr. Qian, the group abandoned Li Mo'an's footprints.

They walked in a large group, flashlights in hand, into the passage indicated by the expert.

The passageway was very dark.

They made a left turn, came to an intersection, and then, following the directions given by the expert, chose a downhill slope.

The group wandered around and around in the dimly lit underground labyrinth.

All I could hear were monotonous footsteps and faint breathing.

Time passed by, second by second.

Ten minutes have passed.

Twenty minutes have passed.

More than half an hour has passed.

There's a saying that goes something like that.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Now, the truth has emerged.

The good news is that the cryptography expert was right.

That is, according to the information, if you choose the wrong path in this maze, you will indeed end up back at the starting point after going around in circles.

The bad news is that it was only half right.

They shouldn't have trusted that expert at all.

At this moment.

Everyone stood at the starting point they had left just over half an hour earlier, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The atmosphere became quiet.

In the chilling silence, everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at the cryptography expert.

He was being stared at by more than a dozen eyes filled with complex emotions.

The expert's face instantly turned bright red, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to explain something from the perspective of mathematical logic.

But he couldn't say a word.

Visibly, the expert's forehead was covered in a dense layer of sweat.

Just then.

Professor Qian's gaze also passed over the crowd and landed on the expert's face.

I could feel the gaze of my former leader.

The expert's sweat poured down even faster, almost as if he had just washed his face, dripping continuously down his chin.

"Why."

Mr. Qian withdrew his gaze from the expert and sighed deeply.

This sigh is filled with helplessness towards science and compromise with reality.

then.

This national treasure-level expert, this leading figure in the scientific community of East Asia.

He no longer consulted any experts, nor did he ask anyone to conduct data analysis.

He turned around immediately.

Leaning on his cane, his gaze was fixed on the most inconspicuous path where Li Mo'an's footprints merged.

He took the first step and went inside without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Yang Mi, Teacher Huang, and the others behind them did not hesitate and quickly followed.