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

Meanwhile.

National University of Defense Technology, Southeast University.

Inside a male dormitory.

Zhao Tiezhu, a third-year student, was sitting at his computer desk watching the Mushroom House's live stream.

The night outside was already deep.

The faint light from the screen illuminated his bewildered face.

At this point, the live stream feed switched to a panoramic view of the courtyard.

Zhao Tiezhu's gaze never left the young man's figure on the screen.

Just like the tens of thousands of netizens online.

He was also completely baffled.

Zhao Tiezhu frowned.

He raised his right hand, touching his chin as he pondered.

Something's definitely not right here.

Such a thought came to his mind.

As a military academy student who has received rigorous logical training.

He has a habit of piecing together all the seemingly scattered information to find the causal relationships within it.

"If it really is as Li Mo'an says, just a regular trip abroad and him calling the police because he was drunk."

"Then, the relevant departments definitely won't issue such a ban."

"The operation of the state apparatus requires a large amount of administrative resources."

"A clearly stipulated prohibition cannot be issued out of thin air because of the trivial drunken behavior of a few idle people."

Zhao Tiezhu picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat.

After swallowing the warm water, he continued piecing together the clues.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

He recalled what had happened not long ago.

To know.

One of my roommates in the dormitory has many relatives who work in the government sector.

That roommate shared some inside information at the time.

It is said that the authorities are about to issue internal regulations to several large entertainment companies in China.

The document explicitly requires these companies to attach great importance to the ideological education of their artists.

It even mentioned the need to strengthen the cultivation of artists' legal awareness.

At the time, Zhao Tiezhu didn't take it too seriously.

They assumed it was just a routine crackdown by the authorities targeting tax evasion and other irregularities in the entertainment industry.

But now.

He took this time point out and compared it again.

It matches Li Mo'an perfectly.

Perfectly fitted.

Zhao Tiezhu put down his water glass and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He contrasted these official actions, which were taken as a major crisis, with Li Mo'an's nonchalant remarks during the live broadcast.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on.

The contrast is just too great.

It's so big that it completely violates normal logic and common sense.

"Could it be that Li Mo'an lied just now, and that what he said wasn't true at all?"

Zhao Tiezhu stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

He looked at the computer screen.

"Did he deliberately fabricate a set of lies in front of the camera to cover up some secrets?"

Once this guess was formed, it took root in his mind.

He also has a background in psychology.

In his elective courses at the military academy, he specifically studied micro-expression analysis and criminal psychology.

He decided to use his expertise to verify this hypothesis.

Zhao Tiezhu gripped the mouse and dragged the live stream to replay mode.

Pull the progress bar back.

He accurately located the scene where Li Mo'an was stating the facts in the pavilion.

Click play, then press pause.

He carefully recalled the live broadcast footage.

At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the handsome face on the screen, as if it were a physical object.

He began analyzing frame by frame.

The first step is to test the baseline response.

In the video, Li Mo'an calmly put down her rice bowl.

The movement of the fingers taking the tissue was smooth and natural, without any stiffness or hesitation.

This shows that he was in a relaxed state of mind before he started speaking.

then.

Zhao Tiezhu clicked on slow playback.

He observed the look in Li Mo'an's eyes when he uttered his first words.

"I just arranged to fight someone."

When those words were uttered.

Li Mo'an's eyes were looking straight ahead.

The eyeballs did not move to the upper right or upper left.

In psychological theory, when a person is making up a lie, the brain will activate the imagination area, and the eyes will often involuntarily look in a certain direction.

But Li Mo'an did not.

His gaze was very steady.

Zhao Tiezhu continued reading.

"I met some friends who weren't very respectable, so I took them on a trip abroad."

While saying this.

Li Mo'an blinked slightly.

The frequency of blinking remains at a normal level.

There was no frequent blinking due to nervousness.

His shoulders drooped naturally.

There was no defensive crossing of the hands.

There were no typical lying or cover-up actions such as touching the nose or neck.

At last.

"I couldn't handle them by myself, so I had no choice but to call the police."

When it comes to calling the police...

Li Mo'an even shrugged slightly.

The movement was small, but it was full of helplessness.

It even reveals a sense of entitlement that "I am a law-abiding citizen, so of course I should go to the police when I encounter difficulties."

After watching this replay.

Zhao Tiezhu pressed the pause button.

He frowned.

I was speechless.

Because of this detailed recollection using professional theory.

He came to a conclusion that even he found absurd.

When Li Mo'an said those words, it seemed that he wasn't lying.

Not only did they not lie.

On the contrary, he spoke very seriously.

There were no extra facial muscle twitches on that face.

The calm and matter-of-fact expression, and the fluency of the presentation.

It perfectly matches the characteristics of stating facts.

In this person's subjective perception.

The things he went through.

That's how it is.

There was nothing to hide.

It is a purely objective description, devoid of all perception of danger.

After reaching this conclusion.

Zhao Tiezhu leaned back in his chair.

He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples vigorously.

He felt that all the psychology knowledge he had learned over the years was completely ineffective in front of this young man.

Since there are no flaws to be found.

That path of trying to find the truth through micro-expressions was completely blocked.

but.

I thought about it.

He decided to stop obsessing over this point.

After all, he was just a military academy student, and he still had a lot of physical training and professional courses to attend every day.

He temporarily put it out of his mind.

He closed the browser and picked up the textbook on the table to start reviewing.

Time passed day by day.

In the past few days, the trending topics on the internet have changed one after another.

Zhao Tiezhu lived a routine life, going back and forth between his dormitory, canteen, and training ground.

They no longer cared what Li Mo'an had done.

In the blink of an eye.

It was evening.

The colors of the sunset on the horizon slowly faded.

The streetlights on campus came on.

Zhao Tiezhu had just finished eating in the cafeteria.

He walked steadily into the dormitory building, carrying a clean stainless steel rice bowl in his hand.

I pushed open the dormitory door.

He put the rice bowl on the cabinet and took a towel to wipe his hands.

then.

He glanced at the time on the digital watch on his wrist.

"Huh?"

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes lit up.

Today seems to be the day the legal talk show airs.

To know.

He's a loyal viewer of today's legal talk show.

As a young person who aspires to dedicate myself to national defense.

He pays close attention to the development of the legal system in China and the investigation process of various typical cases.

He likes this kind of talk show.

The meticulous reasoning within.

Documentary footage of the police outwitting and outmaneuvering criminals.

It always gets his blood pumping.

Besides this program.

He also enjoys watching another legal program, "Guardians of Jiefang West," which is also a police documentary.

He would never miss an update whenever he had free time.

Zhao Tiezhu pulled out a chair and sat down.

then.

He then turned on the computer.

Move the mouse skillfully and click on the browser.

I found this channel of CCTV.

The page buffered for a few seconds.

The familiar GG visuals and the countdown to the upcoming broadcast appeared on the screen.

He adjusted his posture.

Put on your headphones.

He was ready to watch the show he had been looking forward to for a long time.

at the same time.

Yunnan Province.

Mushroom Village, Yinhe County, Yanghai City.

Night had completely fallen.

Meanwhile, at the Mushroom House...

Dinner had just finished in the courtyard.

The bowls and chopsticks on the wooden table had been cleaned and wiped spotless.

Teacher Huang stood by the well and washed the oil off his hands.

He casually grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder and wiped the water stains dry.

Teacher Huang is also a loyal viewer of this program.

He usually enjoys studying cooking and watching various legal education programs at home.

I feel that these legal programs can broaden my knowledge, raise my awareness of prevention, and sometimes I can even learn a few tricks, since he is known for being a jack-of-all-trades but master of none.

Then we finished dinner.

He glanced at the time on his watch.

He turned around and started making arrangements at the top of his lungs.

"Teacher He, Peng Peng, Zifeng, stop busying yourselves."

Teacher Huang said loudly.

"The show is about to start, come and sit down quickly."

He invited everyone to watch together.

I heard Teacher Huang calling out.

Teacher He came over with a few freshly washed apples.

Peng Peng and Zhang Zifeng also put down their work and walked to the middle of the yard.

Li Mo'an was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt.

He walked over slowly, his face remaining as calm and unwavering as ever.

Teacher Huang walked to the storage room in the yard.

They brought over a few small stools.

Arrange the items in their positions on the open ground one by one.

Then he went under the eaves.

I turned on the television in the yard.

The boot screen flashed by.

Teacher Huang picked up the remote control and pressed the number keys.

I switched the channel to CCTV's legal channel.

The TV screen lights up.

The studio footage appeared in the center of the screen.

The program's opening sequence, featuring blue backgrounds and white text, was accompanied by familiar and solemn music.

The light in the courtyard was somewhat dim.

The light emitted from the television screen became the brightest light source at that moment.

Teacher He placed the washed apples on the small table next to her.

Pengpeng pulled over a small stool and sat down, placing his hands on his knees.

Zhang Zifeng sat next to Peng Peng, resting her chin on her hands.

Li Mo'an also chose a seat and sat down, looking calmly ahead.

Teacher Huang also found a seat in the middle.

All the regular guests sat together, their eyes fixed on the television screen.