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

The sound pierced the tranquility of the Mushroom Village at night.

Inside the control room.

Wang Yuzheng, who was leaning back in his chair, suddenly sprang up from the chair.

Because the movement was too large.

His large boss's chair was pushed back heavily, the legs scraping against the wooden floor with a piercing, sharp sound.

He also knocked over the purple clay teacup on the table.

The clear yellow tea flowed down the table and dripped onto his trouser leg.

Wang Yuzheng, however, was completely unaware.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

A strong electric current surged up my spine and up to the top of my head.

That newly formed longing for a peaceful, idyllic rural life was shattered at this moment by the sound of sirens.

He roared inwardly.

Holy crap!

"What has that kid Li Mo'an been up to behind our backs again!"

Wang Yu was gripping the control panel with both hands, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the monitor screen.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

What?! This is insane!

They had finally managed to have some peace and quiet for less than a week.

That damn sound has come from outside the Mushroom House again!

Wang Yuzheng's mind raced in extreme panic.

He tried hard to recall all of Li Mo'an's movements over the past few days.

A few seconds later.

"Could it be something wrong with the script?"

Wang Yu swallowed hard, feeling that the back of his shirt was already soaked with cold sweat.

Li Mo'an hasn't done anything these past few days, has he?

The only possible source of the problem is that thick stack of printed paper.

So, what exactly is the script about?

Wang Yu's heart was pounding.

All sorts of outrageous speculations churned in Wang Yuzheng's mind, making him feel like he might faint from a heart attack at any moment.

at the same time.

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

The warm atmosphere of dinner was completely interrupted by the sudden sound of a police siren.

Under the wooden pavilion.

Teacher Huang, Teacher He, Peng Peng, and their younger sister are eating their meals while holding their rice bowls.

Their hands, holding chopsticks, froze in mid-air.

Everyone remained in the position of picking up food or chewing, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The air in the courtyard became quiet.

Only the sound of the sirens grew closer and louder.

They all heard the sound too.

For the regular guests at the Mushroom House, this sound is practically a death knell.

next second.

Everyone moved in unison, turning their heads in unison.

All eyes turned to Li Mo'an, who was sitting on the edge of the table.

Teacher Huang's hands trembled slightly.

He slowly put down his rice bowl.

The porcelain bowl made a crisp sound when it hit the solid wood table because of excessive force.

Teacher Huang looked at the young man in front of her, her lips trembling.

He felt his blood pressure starting to spike again.

"Mo'an."

Teacher Huang asked in a trembling voice, "What... have you been doing all this time?"

It wasn't just the guests at the scene who were gripped by panic.

The live-streaming camera hanging in the corner of the pavilion is faithfully recording all of this and transmitting it to the internet.

After a brief pause, the chat on the live stream screen exploded.

Tens of thousands of online netizens typed away, expressing their shock and curiosity.

Text of various colors began to scroll across the sky.

"(Facepalm) (Facepalm) I knew it! When that brat is quiet, he's up to no good!"

"I was wondering why Li Heiquan had been so quiet lately; turns out he was waiting here!"

"A few days ago, I saw him sitting in a wicker chair reading a script, and I thought he had really turned over a new leaf and was ready to seriously hone his acting skills. But what happened? The police cars came knocking again!"

"But during this time, he has been reading that script."

"Could the problem be with that script?"

"Hmm, that's quite possible. Now I'm a little curious, what kind of script is it?"

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

At this time.

on site.

Amidst everyone's skeptical gaze.

Li Mo'an held an empty rice bowl, his handsome face remaining calm.

He glanced at the trembling Teacher Huang across from him, then at Teacher He and Peng Peng beside him, who looked terrified.

He was speechless.

Li Mo'an felt that everyone was a bit paranoid.

I haven't done anything these past few days.

How could a police car be looking for me?

"It's none of my business."

Li Mo'an put down his rice bowl and replied calmly, "As you all know, I'm an honest person and don't talk much."

Upon hearing this answer...

Teacher Huang and the others, of course, did not believe it.

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

And soon after

boom!

The wooden gate, which had been slightly ajar, was pushed open from the outside.

Several uniformed police officers strode into the courtyard.

Leading the way was an elderly police officer with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

The person who came was none other than [someone else].

They were old acquaintances from the Mushroom House.

Old Zhang, the police officer in this area.

The old police officer, Zhang, who had previously helped Li Mo'an dig up unexploded bombs at the village entrance and shamelessly declared that he would compete with Li Mo'an to see who could throw the bomb the farthest.

They saw Officer Zhang and his men appear.

Everyone in the courtyard.

This includes Teacher Huang, Teacher He, and the staff hiding behind the camera.

They all gasped in shock.

hiss--!

The sound of gasps of surprise echoed throughout the pavilion.

If hearing the siren just now was only a guess...

Now, seeing Officer Zhang, who once "fought alongside" Li Mo'an, personally come to their door.

The last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts was completely shattered.

Everyone's gaze shifted from Old Zhang and fixed on Li Mo'an once again.

Everyone had already made up their minds.

This is definitely Li Mo'an's fault!

Not long after.

Old Zhang, accompanied by a group of police officers, stormed through the courtyard.

They walked along the stone path to the dining table.

Old Zhang's expression was somewhat serious, his face weathered and stern, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the pavilion.

Teacher Huang was sitting in her seat.

He didn't stand up to greet her, but instead looked at Li Mo'an with a pained expression.

Teacher Huang felt as if her heart was bleeding.

These past few days, he's seen Li Mo'an stay quietly in the yard, without making a fuss.

He had thought that Li Mo'an wasn't so strange anymore.

He even thought that his cheap apprentice had come to the fore and was ready to study his profession properly.

But now it seems...

This child...

however.

Before he could even finish processing this sorrowful sentiment in his mind...

He was completely dumbfounded.

because.

Then I saw Old Zhang, the local police officer, walk up to the dining table.

He didn't even glance at Li Mo'an, who was sitting on the edge.

Old Zhang's gaze went straight past the young man who had everyone on tenterhooks.

then.

Old Zhang walked straight up to Teacher Huang.

They stopped walking.

Old Zhang looked down at Teacher Huang, who was sitting on a small stool.

There was not a trace of a smile on that face etched with the marks of time.

With a stern face and in a businesslike, serious tone, he said to Teacher Huang:

"Huang Sanshi".

"Come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

This is a simple sentence.

In this tranquil rural night, in this pavilion filled with the aroma of food.

Like a bolt from the blue!

With a loud thud, it slammed into the top of everyone's head!

Teacher Huang looked up blankly at Officer Zhang in front of her.

His once sharp eyes had lost all focus at that moment.

His mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out.

Teacher He lost his grip on the apple again, and it rolled to the ground.

Pengpeng and his sister seemed to have turned into two stone statues, completely losing their ability to think.

Everyone present.

Including director Wang Yuzheng, who was frantically scratching his head in the control room.

And in the live stream room, tens of thousands of online viewers were frantically refreshing the chat with comments.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

There was even a gap of more than ten seconds in the live stream chat.

Then.

An even more intense storm of question marks swept across the entire screen.

Everyone's mind was full of questions.

What kind of incredible plot twist is this?

Isn't this all Li Heiquan's fault?

Why is it Teacher Huang who got arrested this time?!

What's going on here?