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

The owner of these hands was a middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket.

At this moment, in the living room of this simply decorated second-hand house located in an old residential area of ​​the county town, the curtains were drawn tightly, allowing no outside light to penetrate.

The room was filled with a stuffy smell from not having been ventilated for a long time, mixed with the tarry smell of cheap cigarettes.

The middle-aged man stared intently at the shattered screen of his phone, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his forehead throbbing.

On the old sofa next to him, huddled a middle-aged woman with messy hair; that was his wife.

On a cot not far away, an old man in his seventies was fast asleep with his head tilted to the side and his mouth open, a trace of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, completely oblivious to his worries.

This was the family that had panicked and fled overnight at the entrance of Mushroom House Village that day.

Let's rewind to the day we left the village.

To avoid potential disaster and to prevent the old man's good deeds from affecting them, they went to the second-hand house they had bought in the county town. They thought that as long as they left the village and didn't listen or see anything, everything would be peaceful and they could pretend that nothing had happened.

However, big data is ubiquitous.

The more they fear something, the more their phones push that thing to them.

"This...this is the road in front of our house, right?"

Back at their apartment in that neighborhood, his wife leaned over, staring at his phone screen, her voice trembling, "Is this young man the celebrity we met the other day?"

The screen was showing a live stream of the Mushroom House.

Although the video was a bit shaky, it was clear enough for them to see the background.

That familiar dirt road, those familiar worn-out stone slabs, and that handsome young man, Li Mo'an, wielding a hoe.

Most importantly, at that moment, Li Mo'an bent down and dug out a spindle-shaped iron lump covered in red rust from the ground.

Not only did he dig it out, but he also calmly patted the dirt off with his hand and then casually tossed it aside.

"Thump."

The muffled thud, transmitted through the phone's speaker, made his heart skip a beat.

"hiss--"

The middle-aged man gasped, feeling his heart skip a beat for a moment.

"He...he dug it out..."

The daughter-in-law covered her mouth, her face turning deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror. "They dug it up! We're doomed! The police are definitely coming! They're definitely going to trace it back to us!"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man growled, though he was scolding his wife, his own voice was trembling, "Don't scare yourself! We've all moved away, who would know we buried it? Besides, look, no police have arrested him."

He forced himself to calm down and continued watching the live stream.

For the couple, the next few hours were an endless ordeal.

They watched helplessly as the young man named Li Mo'an tirelessly dug out one hoe with each strike, and then another.

Watching those things that could have leveled the entire village entrance being piled up haphazardly by the roadside, growing higher and higher until they finally formed a small mountain.

Every time Li Mo'an's hoe slammed into the ground, the couple's bodies would shudder violently.

They were terrified that the screen would explode in flames at any moment, and everything would be wiped out.

"Is this guy stupid?"

The middle-aged man stared at Li Mo'an, whose expression remained calm on the screen, speechless. He even considered climbing up the internet cable to snatch the hoe from him. "Isn't he afraid of dying? That's an iron hoe! Can you really smash someone with that?"

At this moment, the barrage of comments scrolling across the screen made them feel an indescribable sense of despair.

"This is the life I've always longed for, a peaceful and serene existence."

Do you yearn for this kind of life?

Peaceful and serene?

The wife, seeing these comments, was almost in tears: "Are these people crazy? This is something that could kill you! How can they still be laughing?"

However, what happened next was even more devastating.

That noon.

The young man named Peng Peng ran over happily and picked up a round mortar shell from the pile of invitations to the King of Hell.

He even held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand, and even twirled it around a couple of times.

Holy crap!

The middle-aged man was so frightened he almost threw his phone away. A chill ran down his spine. "Don't move! That's a mortar shell! Those things explode all the time! Don't shake it!"

But the people on the screen can't hear it.

Pengpeng not only took it, but also happily carried it away.

As he ran, the shell bounced on his shoulder.

The middle-aged couple gripped each other's hands tightly, barely daring to breathe, their eyes wide open, terrified that Pengpeng would be blown up at any moment.

They had barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Pengpeng run safely back to the yard.

Then, Teacher Huang appeared.

He took the shell.

Then, under the gaze of millions of viewers, and in the eyes of the couple on the verge of collapse, Teacher Huang raised the cannonball high.

Facing the nails on the window frame.

"eighty!"

"Bang!"

It slammed down.

"ah--!"

The daughter-in-law screamed, so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes and curled up into a ball.

The middle-aged man also froze, feeling as if his blood had turned backward.

"eighty!"

"Bang!"

It was another hard blow.

Each clang of metal struck their hearts like a hammer blow.

What are they doing?

This is risking their lives to renovate!

That's a real bomb! A decades-old one! Who knows how stable its internal structure is! To smash it with brute force like that, isn't that just suicide?

The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed at the screen, utterly speechless and terrified.

He felt the world had gone mad.

These celebrities have gone mad.

The production team has gone mad.

"It...it didn't explode?"

Several seconds passed, but the expected explosion did not occur.

Teacher Huang was still there, smiling and shouting slogans. The nail had been driven in, but he was still perfectly fine.

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his face, feeling completely drenched.

"Lucky... these people are really lucky..." he muttered to himself.

However, this is not the end.

Nowadays.

They then saw an old policeman riding by on a bicycle.

I thought that once the police arrived, the matter would be over, that they would definitely cordon off the scene, evacuate the crowd, and then open a case for investigation.

The results of it?

The old policeman actually rolled up his sleeves, picked up a shovel, and started digging with Li Mo'an!

They even threw the excavated bombs out like trash!

These scenes completely shattered the couple's psychological defenses.

Every scene that netizens see as a script, a prank, or a joke is, in their eyes, a horror movie where the characters are constantly on the verge of death.

this time.

They watched as the pile of bombs grew larger and larger, and watched as those people played with the bombs in all sorts of creative ways.

This constant fear is more agonizing than a direct prison sentence.

now.

The middle-aged woman could no longer hold on.

She suffered a complete mental breakdown.

She whirled around, grabbed her husband's arm, her nails digging into his flesh, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"His dad... what... what are we going to do?"

Tears streamed down her face, her expression filled with despair and helplessness.

"Those things... those things are just sitting there! What if they explode... what if they really kill someone... what... what will we do! That would be a terrible crime!"

The middle-aged man sat there, his face ashen.

He was terrified.

Whenever I close my eyes, all I see in my mind is the image of Teacher Huang using a cannonball to smash nails, and my heart starts pounding.

But he knew he couldn't break down.

If even he collapses, life will truly become unbearable.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to breathe his last, and turned to his wife, growling in a low voice:

"What's there to be afraid of!"

He tried to make his voice sound more confident, as if he were trying to persuade his wife, but more importantly, as if he were trying to persuade himself:

"It's been buried for so many years and it hasn't exploded yet, how could it possibly explode so easily!"

"And look, they're all playing with it, even using it to hammer nails without any problems! That means those things were already broken, just a lump of metal! The police went and didn't say anything, so it's definitely nothing!"

"Don't scare yourself! As long as we don't say anything, no one will know it was our dad who did it!"

He stubbornly offered these comforting words.

but.

At this moment.

back to the front.

In a dimly lit room.

His hands, resting on his knees, were trembling uncontrollably. His grip on his phone was so tight that his knuckles protruded, revealing the deep-seated, overwhelming fear within him.