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

Inside the village broadcasting station, the air fell silent.

Wang Yu was leaning against the wall, her legs as limp as noodles, unable to support her weight.

His once shrewd little eyes were now wide open, almost bulging out, and his lips were trembling like fallen leaves shivering in the cold wind.

"How...how is this possible?"

Wang Yu was muttering to himself, his voice weak and feeble, carrying the bewilderment of someone whose worldview had collapsed:

"How could it be real? There are thousands of those... How could it be..."

And opposite him.

Looking at the director's absent-minded and incredulous expression, Li Mo'an felt somewhat helpless.

"Why don't you believe me?"

He had a bit of a headache.

In his view, the director's reaction clearly showed that he did not trust his professional judgment and thought that he was joking or lying.

To prove his innocence and the truth of what he had just said, Li Mo'an felt it necessary to present some concrete evidence to convince the director.

So he sat up straight again, and calmly began to recount his experiences:

"Director Wang, you don't believe me, do you?"

"The old lady in the blue dress, the one she took as a garlic pestle, was a Japanese Type 97 hand grenade. It was filled with picric acid explosive. Although the fuse was damp, if it were to be violently impacted, based on its 450-gram charge, the shrapnel kill radius would be at least 7 to 10 meters. Within that range, Old Lady Zhao and her garlic would physically disappear."

"And then there's that old man Li. The thing he carried away as a door threshold was the tail fin of a Type 99 aerial bomb. Although it was just the tail fin, there were still remnants of the detonation tube at the connection point, containing about 30 grams of mercury fulminate. Once triggered, its power would be equivalent to two ordinary hand grenades, more than enough to blow up the door frame of old man Li's house."

"That old man at the east end of the village, the one he took..."

"That thing we took back for the kids to ride was a 25-kilogram aerial bomb. If it went off, its effective kill radius would be over 50 meters, and the shockwave could shatter all the glass within a 200-meter radius. The roof of our radio station could fly over the mountain."

"And that young widow, that thing that looks like a cave-suppressing stick she took, it's actually a hand grenade made from German weaponry. Don't be fooled by the smooth wooden handle; it feels quite nice in the hand..."

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

Li Mo'an spoke calmly and at a moderate pace, as if he were reporting on the progress of a work project. He explained clearly and explicitly every model and every piece of explosion data that the villagers had taken back.

however.

The more detailed and professional his explanation, the better.

Wang Yuzheng on the other side trembled even more violently.

By the end, Wang Yuzheng had slid down the wall to the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably as if electrified, his teeth chattering.

Li Mo'an was initially stunned when she saw the director trembling like that.

Why are you shaking like that?

He was somewhat puzzled.

"Could it be that the air conditioning is set too low?"

But then he had a sudden realization, and a flash of inspiration struck him, making him think he understood what the other person was thinking.

"Oh, he's worried that if the villagers don't come up today, it might explode, right?"

Thinking of this, Li Mo'an smiled with relief and explained very considerately:

"Director Wang, don't be afraid."

I know what you're worried about.

"Although I said that it could only be collected by 2 pm today and that it would explode today, I actually left room for safety."

Li Mo'an extended a finger, calmly waved it, and spoke with a reassuring composure:

"Even if these villagers hadn't delivered it today, it wouldn't have exploded."

"Because according to my careful calculations, the critical time for the explosion is 2 PM tomorrow."

"So, as long as we collect it before 2 PM tomorrow, we'll have nothing."

After saying that, he added a special note:

"See how keen my sense of danger is?"

"Even the timing of the explosion was calculated so precisely."

"When I was in the army, my superiors said that I... well, never mind, I can only say that they had a very deep misunderstanding of me."

To be honest, the assessment from his superiors that he lacked sufficient awareness of danger really left a shadow on him, and he would often try to emphasize it.

He felt there was a saying that was true: the shadows of childhood take a lifetime to heal. He was in a similar situation.

(Military leader: What the hell are we going to use to heal the trauma you've caused us?)

And at this moment, upon hearing these words...

Wang Yu, who was lying on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the calm-faced young man before him, utterly speechless.

"What the hell?! Tomorrow at 2 PM!"

"You're supposedly sensitive to danger? What a load of rubbish!"

"Since you know it's going to explode tomorrow, how can you still sit here and chat with me so casually?"

Wang Yu felt like her heart was about to stop.

He stretched out his hand, trembling, pointing to the door, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:

"Do you...do you know...?"

"Right now, outside... people from the military, government, and police... are all on their way here!"

"That's the military! A real bomb disposal unit!"

Upon hearing this...

Li Mo'an nodded first, then shook his head.

Seeing the director's confused look, Li Mo'an patiently explained:

"I shook my head because I didn't know that the military, government, and police had all come."

"I nodded. I felt I should have come much earlier, didn't I?"

Li Mo'an said calmly:

"After all, having so many bombs is actually quite dangerous, isn't it?"

In his logic, he had been live-streaming himself digging in the ground for the past few days, and every time he dug something up, he said it was a bomb, and he had even explained it to others many times.

Logically, the production team should have notified the official authorities long ago.

You're only arriving now?

The official response was indeed a bit slow.

Thinking about this, Li Mo'an seemed to have figured something out.

He looked at Wang Yuzheng, blinked, and mimicked the heartbroken and disappointed expression of a former military leader, then said to the director:

"Director Wang, you didn't just realize you were only now thinking of reporting this to your superiors, did you?"

"You lack sufficient awareness of danger."

"..."

Wang Yu was dumbfounded.

I was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at Li Mo'an with his mouth agape, momentarily at a loss for words.

So it's become my problem now?

He felt as if a huge, black pot had been placed squarely and directly on his head.

But......

Wang Yu was carefully considering what the other person had said.

It seems... that's not wrong?

The other party has indeed been emphasizing in their live streams these past few days that it is a bomb, and has also been explaining it to the public.

They even just announced on the radio that it was going to explode.

but!

But who the hell knew that it was really a bomb!

Wouldn't a normal person assume that those were just scripted props for the sake of the show?!

Wang Yu felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, and tears welled up in her eyes.

However, Li Mo'an clearly had no intention of letting him go.

He stroked his chin, looking at the director's cowardly, tearful, and trembling appearance, and continued his heart-wrenching analysis:

"You look so scared..."

"You didn't report this on your own initiative, did you?"

"Was it exposed by someone else?"

Wang Yu felt as if an arrow had struck his chest.

That hurts even more.

That's practically a pinpoint strike.

Looking at Li Mo'an's calm expression, as if he had known it all along, Wang Yu felt a sharp pain in her heart.

He felt like he was about to eat a purple pill at any moment.

And isn't this just like the bullet that was fired back then, hitting him right between the eyebrows?

And damn it, it's Donnie Yen.

After all, he's smoked a lot over the years to support military spending; he's a heavy smoker.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have smoked so many cigarettes."

Wang Yu was clutching her chest, lost in thought.

At this time.

In the not-so-spacious broadcasting room, besides the two of them, there was another person who had been huddled in a corner.

Peng Peng.

He came with Li Mo'an earlier, originally intending to help persuade the villagers to take back the props so that the production team wouldn't deduct money from their pay.

At this moment, he was standing against the wall, completely petrified.

Listening to that conversation just now.

Peng Peng's usually cheerful face was completely bloodless at this moment, as white as a sheet of paper.

"Really...really?"

"An explosion tomorrow at 2 PM??"

He was stunned.

Then, countless images flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

He remembered yesterday how he had excitedly picked out a piece of scrap metal from the pile and carried it back to Teacher Huang to use as a hammer.

The feel, the weight...

He recalled the terrifying "click" sound he heard on the construction site, and the scene of Li Mo'an clearing the mines for him.

At the time, he thought Li Mo'an was acting for the sake of the show, and he even cooperated by acting out a terrified expression.

Now it seems...

That was a real brush with death!

"Gulp."

Peng Peng swallowed hard, feeling his calves cramping, and almost lost his balance and knelt down.

This doesn't look like a variety show recording at all!

This is clearly playing with fire!

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

at the same time.

The broadcast was still blaring over the village through loudspeakers.

The villagers, who had been stunned by the news of bombs, finally came to their senses after a brief moment of shock.

however.

Their reaction was neither to scream in fright nor to scatter and flee.

"whispering sound!"

A chorus of disdainful hisses echoed from every corner of the village.

At the east end of the village, Grandma Wang, who was chopping garlic, rolled her eyes and hurled another grenade down hard.

"Bang!"

"Who are you trying to scare?"

As she smashed the object, Aunt Wang muttered, "An explosion tomorrow at 2 PM? This is made up like it's the truth."

"The production team really went to great lengths to get this lump of iron back; they even managed to make up such a lie."

The villagers watching the commotion chimed in:

"Exactly! Who would believe that!"

"It's a shame this young man isn't a storyteller; he's incredibly talented."

In their naive understanding, this was just a new trick the production team came up with to get the props back.

After all, what kind of bomb can be set to detonate at a predetermined location and time?

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

And in the fields.

In that lush green cornfield.

Teacher Huang's hand remained in that dazed position, and the mortar shell lay quietly in the soil at his feet.

Hearing the subsequent conversation on the radio, especially Li Mo'an's comment about a lack of sufficient awareness of danger.

Teacher Huang's previously stiff expression suddenly relaxed.

Then, as if he had figured out a key point, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He bent down and calmly picked up the mortar shell that had just fallen to the ground, then patted the dirt off it.

Then, he raised his head, and a confident, wise smile, as if he had seen through everything, returned to his face.

He stroked his chin, striking a pose like a fortune teller, and began his analysis as a veteran of variety shows.

He looked at the camera, and also at He Ling and her sister, who were equally stunned and hadn't yet come to their senses.

His eyes gleamed with wisdom, and he spoke with certainty and confidence:

"I see!"