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

Inside the passage, dim beams of flashlight crisscrossed.

On the wall, the mechanical formulas written by Qian Chenghui with that sharp stone are densely packed, like an abstract painting that only God could understand.

Those symbols—Greek letters, integral symbols, stress tensors...

Each one radiates the pinnacle of human wisdom.

however.

Facing this "Wall of Truth".

Yang Mi, Teacher Huang, Wang Yuzheng, and even Teacher He and Peng Peng, who were standing behind, all had somewhat blank expressions on their faces.

Although they are all well-known celebrities in the entertainment industry, and even He Jiong is praised for his high EQ and quick wit wherever he goes.

But everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

When faced with truly top-tier physics and engineering, their cultural level is obvious to anyone who understands.

It is no exaggeration to say that compared to a national treasure like Qian Xuesen, they are practically illiterate at this moment.

"This... I don't understand it, but it seems really amazing."

Peng Peng shrank his neck, nodded with a puzzled but impressive expression.

While everyone was still staring blankly at the wall, trying to figure out something from it...

Yang Mi's gaze, however, was drawn to a reflective spot in the corner of the wall.

It was a shiny object that stood out starkly against the gray rubble and dust.

Yang Mi frowned.

She instinctively walked over, bent down, and pinched the thing with two fingers.

That was a wrapping paper.

A brightly colored chocolate wrapper that has been torn open.

Using the flashlight, Yang Mi could see the trademark on it.

In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze completely.

This brand...

too familiar.

This is the imported brand that Li Mo'an likes to eat the most.

Before this kid came to the Mushroom House, Yang Mi specially asked someone to buy a big bag of food and personally stuffed it into his luggage bag, telling him to have some if he got hungry while filming the show.

"this......"

As Yang Mi held the candy wrapper that still retained a hint of sweet fragrance, her mind instantly conjured up the scene that had happened here before.

In the picture.

Li Mo'an carried a hoe and walked to this dangerous section of road that could collapse at any moment.

Facing a massive boulder teetering precariously overhead, and in a desperate situation where the slightest misstep could result in total destruction.

His expression was calm.

He didn't approach the situation with the same level of apprehension as today's experts, nor did he conduct the same meticulous calculations.

He simply picked up a hoe and banged it against the wall a few times, as if cracking an eggshell, and casually resolved the collapse crisis that could have buried an army.

then.

After doing all that, he was hungry, so he squatted in the corner, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, put it in his mouth, and ate it leisurely.

Perhaps, he would be chewing on chocolate while looking at the dark passage ahead, wondering what to have for dinner.

Thinking about this.

Yang Mi was speechless.

The imagery is so vivid, it's outrageous.

You know, just now...

Under the analysis of Qian Lao and a group of top experts, she was so frightened by the warning of "structural collapse" that her face turned pale, and she even imagined the miserable scene of Li Mo'an being smashed into a meat pie.

She was trembling with fear for him, her heart filled with worry for his safety.

The results of it?

But the real person is here, leisurely eating chocolate like a tourist on a spring outing.

What is this?

Is this what they call "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is"?

"That bastard..."

Yang Mi looked at the candy wrapper in her hand, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

She no longer knew whether to be thankful that the boy was lucky or angry at his heartless behavior.

And just then...

On Qian Lao's side, the final verification was finally completed.

He put down the stone in his hand, stood up, and let out a long breath.

"call......"

Old Qian patted the stone dust off his hands, turned around, and said to the crowd:

"I've figured it out."

"The current structure is very stable, and various stresses have reached a perfect balance."

"At least for the next few hours, there is absolutely no chance of this place collapsing."

After saying this, the old scientist showed a rare hint of embarrassment on his face.

It wasn't just him.

The experts around them, who had previously held up their instruments and confidently declared this a "death zone," all lowered their heads, their faces flushed, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

How could this not be embarrassing?

They had state-of-the-art equipment and top-notch theoretical knowledge, analyzing the difficulties in an elaborate and detailed manner, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension.

result.

That strange young man just used a hoe to hammer and pound things around.

They easily resolved what they perceived as a "desperate situation".

This silent slap in the face hurts more than a direct blow to the face.

All eyes turned to Mr. Qian and the experts.

The experts opened their mouths, seemingly wanting to add a few words from a scientific perspective, such as "this is a probability miracle" or "this is a special application of nonlinear mechanics."

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them all back.

Because facts speak louder than words.

Explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up implies that the fact is true.

"Let's go."

Old Qian coughed, breaking the awkward silence, "Now that it's safe here, let's continue."

The team set off again.

This time, everyone walked with noticeably larger steps, no longer as cautious as before.

After passing through this passage, the spatial structure ahead begins to become more complex.

The humidity in the air is increasing, and the smell of engine oil is getting stronger.

As he walked, Mr. Qian looked at the incomplete document in his hand and began to explain to everyone the potential dangers ahead.

"According to the blueprints, the power core area of ​​this underground facility is just ahead."

Mr. Qian's voice echoed in the corridor.

But this time, observant people will notice.

Mr. Qian became very cautious in his wording.

He simply introduced what was there, what it was called, and what its original design function was.

He no longer engages in the kind of deductive analysis that goes something like, "If we don't do this, then we'll do that."

They no longer use terms like "huge test" or "almost impossible task" to describe the difficulties ahead.

Because that kid Li Mo'an is just too strange.

Who knows if he used some outrageous method to easily overcome the previous difficulties?

If it's like before, where you just finished analyzing something as "impossible" and then turn around to see someone else's leftovers, then you'll be in trouble again.

Then there's really nowhere to put that old face.

"This is the dormant heart of energy."

Mr. Qian pointed to the darkness ahead and explained:

"That is the backup power system of the 'Operation Jade Smash' back then."

"If we want to get into the core area of ​​the facility, restoring lighting and ventilation in some areas is essential."

"Because the deeper you go, the lower the oxygen content becomes, and there may even be a concentration of harmful gases."

"But this requires starting the last backup power source, which is the backup diesel generator set."

At this point, Mr. Qian paused.

Based on past experience, starting up a piece of equipment that has been dormant for half a century requires solving three major problems.

This is what is known as the "chain puzzle of backup power".

Mr. Qian raised one finger:

"First, we need to open the small explosion-proof door that isolates the generator room."

"That door uses a negative pressure design. We need to find a specific water tank first, and use a severely rusted manual water pump to drain the water and balance the pressure before it can be opened."

"second."

He then raised his second finger:

"Fuel processing."

"Decades have passed, and the diesel fuel in the generator tank must have solidified into a jelly-like substance, clogging all the fuel lines."

"If it's not cleaned properly, it won't start at all."

"third."

"And that's the most difficult part: repairing the circuit."

"The wiring in the main control room must have broken in many places, or even short-circuited, due to years of dampness and aging."

"We need to do meticulous work, like reconnecting those critical main lines through a tangled mess of cables."

Mr. Qian finished explaining these three major problems in one breath.

Each of these tasks, if placed in a normal emergency repair mission, would be enough to keep a professional engineering team busy for a whole day.

After listening to Mr. Qian's introduction.

Several engineering experts nearby instinctively wanted to add a few words.

For example, let's analyze how high the degree of corrosion might be on that manual water pump.

For example, emphasize the specialized solvents needed to clean "diesel jelly".

but.

The words were barely out of their mouths when Li Mo'an's calm face and the conspicuous chocolate wrapper involuntarily appeared in their minds.

They realized what was strange about that kid.

then.

"Gulp."

Several experts swallowed hard, swallowing back all the analyses, speculations, and concerns they hadn't yet voiced.

"Forget it, don't say anymore."

What if I'm proven wrong again?

"It's better to avoid trouble. As long as I don't make promises I can't keep, I won't be proven wrong."

The group continued forward in silence.

soon.

They turned a corner and a spacious underground hall appeared in front of them.

According to the blueprints, that's where the generator room and main control room are located.

however.

When they actually got to that place and saw the scene before them...

Although everyone had a premonition, and although they had mentally prepared themselves.

But when I actually saw that scene...

Professor Qian, along with the experts behind him, couldn't help but open their mouths.

In the control hall, which should have been pitch black and lifeless, one could see...

now.

Several explosion-proof emergency lights hanging overhead were emitting a soft and steady glow.

The entire space was brightly lit.

Although the light wasn't dazzling, it was like a wonder to those who had walked in the darkness for so long.

Not only that.

A low, rhythmic buzzing sound could be heard in everyone's ears.

That's the sound of the ventilation system running.

Fresh, filtered air streamed in through the overhead ventilation ducts, dispelling the suffocating musty smell.

The lights came on.

The wind has blew through.

Those three major challenges—pushing the water to open the door, cleaning up the fuel residue, and repairing the broken circuit...

Obviously, they've all been taken care of.

Moreover, the solution was so thorough that it was as simple as someone casually flipping a switch.

Seeing this scene.

Professor Qian and several top engineering experts exchanged glances.

They both saw in each other's eyes a sense of "I knew it" helplessness and a sense of "thankfully I didn't say anything."

Thankfully, we learned our lesson.

There was no more random analysis or attempts to create a dangerous atmosphere, unlike before.

otherwise.

Looking at all these lights in the room, I feel like I'm going to get slapped again.

"cough."

Old Qian didn't say anything more; he simply tightened his grip on his cane and waved his hand calmly.

"Let's go."

"Keep moving forward."