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

But Teacher Huang still confidently assured us in the voice message that this was a learning group solely for discussing technology?

Furthermore, they were quite certain that everyone in the group was just an ordinary movie enthusiast.

In the quiet bedroom.

Li Mo'an sat cross-legged on the mattress, his eyes fixed on the string of numbers on his phone screen.

Looking at the group name card with the blue penguin icon.

He was speechless.

This cheap master is far too ambitious.

I casually turned off my phone screen, letting the room return to its dim light.

He couldn't help but recall what had happened at the Mushroom House.

Previously, Teacher Huang had strolled leisurely to the big tree at the edge of the village with his hands behind his back.

Go chat and joke around with those idle old men relaxing under the trees.

At that time, Teacher Huang also felt that he had a very accurate eye for talent.

I think those old men in their t-shirts and fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans simply enjoy watching classic gambling movies made in Hong Kong in the past.

and so.

The other party then went along with the topic and chatted casually with him without any reservations.

He even shamelessly started explaining probability and shuffling techniques to people.

But what is the truth?

The truth is that those seemingly honest old men were not ordinary movie fans at all.

They were indeed gambling in private.

result.

Not long after, the entire group was subdued by Officer Zhang.

This incident not only sent the old men to jail, but also took Teacher Huang to the police station where he spent a cold night.

It wasn't until the next morning that he was sheepishly brought back by the police.

It's only been a few days since that bloody lesson was learned.

So, is this so-called study group really a legitimate study group?

A big question mark appeared in Li Mo'an's mind.

The internet is far more complex than the real-world village entrance under the big tree.

Teacher Huang can't even see through the old men in the village when he's chatting face-to-face, so why does he think he can see through strangers on the other end of the internet?

Those group members with all sorts of exaggerated titles are definitely not a bunch of bored enthusiasts.

Having recognized these things.

He sighed softly.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

My gaze fell upon the faint light streaming in through the window.

He muttered to himself.

"People say I don't have a good sense of danger."

"But of all the people I've met, I'm the most perceptive."

This is not a joke.

Within his cognitive system, this is supported by a very rigorous set of logic.

He was repairing a road at the village entrance when he unearthed a bomb with a hoe.

He is not afraid.

Because although those lumps of iron are bombs, without triggering the fuse, they are essentially just pieces of scrap metal.

Since it's just scrap metal and it didn't explode, where does the danger come from?

A normal person's thought process is that the bomb might explode, so they will feel fear in advance.

His thinking was that as long as it hadn't exploded yet, it meant it was safe at the moment.

This is a scientific judgment based on facts.

How can it be said that they lack the ability to perceive danger?

Conversely, look at celebrities like Teacher Huang who live in the spotlight.

Li Mo'an braced himself on the bed with both hands and shifted his body slightly off the soft mattress.

He sat up, grabbed a cushion to prop up his back, and leaned comfortably against the headboard.

He continued to ponder the conclusion he had just drawn.

Take this situation, for example.

Teacher Huang truly lacks sufficient awareness of danger.

He didn't even consider that a QQ group hidden deep in the internet was filled with people who spent all their time researching the Eight Methods of Deception.

He's clearly acting strangely in this group.

This kind of thing is definitely related to gambling.

But can he just casually dabble in gambling?

Ordinary people would run away as fast as they could if they saw this kind of sign.

This Teacher Huang is quite something.

Not only did he swagger in there, but he also recommended the group number to others as if it were a treasure.

They even smugly believed it was a good place to learn.

How big of a heart does one have to be to do something like this?

Li Mo'an reached out and scratched his hair.

He had at least spent two and a half years in the military.

Although he was eventually persuaded to leave for some strange and unusual reason.

But that keen sense of potential risks was already ingrained in his very being.

He could clearly sense the dangerous aura emanating from that group number.

The deeper you think about it...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Teacher Huang lacked even the most basic precautions against danger.

If this kind of person were out in the world, they'd probably be sold out and still be happily counting the money for the seller.

The room was very quiet.

The air conditioner vents are making a faint whooshing sound.

Li Mo'an turned the phone screen back on.

but.

Although I had mentally assessed the danger level of this group to the highest level.

But his hands moved without any hesitation.

And that's what I was thinking.

He simply gave a thumbs up.

In the WeChat chat window, I long-pressed and copied the QQ group number that Teacher Huang had sent me.

Swipe your fingertip across the bottom of the screen.

The application running in the background has been switched out.

I opened the chat application with the penguin icon.

He pasted the string of numbers he had just copied into the search bar at the top.

Click search.

The page redirected instantly.

A data card popped up in the center of the screen.

The group chat name was very simple, without any fancy embellishments.

But it is precisely this back-to-basics name that gives off a sense of secrecy, a kind of insider communication.

Li Mo'an glanced at the group information with a calm expression.

Then, I clicked "join".

Looking at the "Waiting for administrator verification" message that popped up on the screen.

His eyes remained completely expressionless.

"After all, I'm different from Teacher Huang."

Such a thought came to his mind.

"Teacher Huang has no idea how dangerous joining this QQ group really is."

"But I know it perfectly well."

"But why did I add it knowing there was a problem?"

"I came here and joined this group to learn about gambling techniques, but it was all just an act."

To know.

Acting is a legitimate profession.

To experience life and collect materials in order to create a character is called dedication.

Since my starting point is work, I have no other motives.

Then this was just a simple data collection operation.

"It's just acting; there's no danger."

"Of course I'm not afraid."

"Of course you can add it?"

(Teacher Huang: Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!!!)