“My name is Easter Gue, and I'm twenty-three years old.

Every day, I wake up in a bed that's over fifty thousand square meters (except for today), facing more than two hundred young, beautiful, and sexy maids.

I brush my teeth with a diamond-studded toothbrush, wash my face with a panda-hair towel, and comb my hair with an ivory comb...

Moreover, I have a handsome appearance that's irresistible to the opposite sex, and a wisdom that those common people can only dream of.

But... I don't feel happy because of these things.

Living in the same world as those mediocre people, breathing the same air, makes me feel uncomfortable all over...”

Deep in the jungle, Mr. Easter Gue was making the above confession to a camera fixed on a treetop.

Even in this extremely dangerous environment, he still maintained the appearance from the opening CG, his hairstyle perfectly in place, trying his best to show his perfect side to the camera.

Rustle... rustle...

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes a few meters away.

"Hmm? Who is it?" Easter Gue heard the noise and quickly turned around and shouted.

A few seconds later, two figures walked out of the bushes one after another. The one in front was a black man carrying a suit, and the one behind was a white man holding a military shovel.

Seeing who it was, Easter Gue's expression relaxed: "Oh~ it's you guys."

Feng Bujue turned his head when he heard this, sized the other party up and down, and then said: "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Easter Gue showed a look of disdain, "Can't you tell? I'm recording a vcr (video_Cassette_recording, referring to video recordings) for myself." As he spoke, he pointed to the camera on the tree, "When this episode airs, the production team will definitely need a lot of my personal footage, so I'll say a little something in front of the camera now, so that those editors don't mess it up themselves later."

"You seem very relaxed..." Feng Bujue said, narrowing his eyes.

"Haha! That's right~ I have plenty of time." Easter Gue raised his head and laughed, "It's just that I've only smoked marijuana a few times, which is different from you junkies who abuse drugs. Even if I don't eat or drink for three days and three nights, my physical strength is enough for me to survive... and I don't need to find some marijuana hiding place to relieve my addiction at all." He flicked his head slightly, brushed away the bangs on his forehead with his fingers, and then said, "So, this competition has no suspense from the beginning, I advise you to give up as soon as possible, persisting will only make you look ugly..."

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, Jue Ge turned his head and looked at Obama Guan Hai, "Brother Guan Hai, what do you think?"

"I think... what he said makes sense." Obama Guan Hai pondered, "Marijuana produces a lighter physiological dependence, and small amounts of inhalation or intermittent use of large doses will not produce withdrawal symptoms. If he really has only smoked marijuana, then he does have a certain advantage."

"Hehe... As expected of a former president, he's quite cultured." Easter Gue interjected triumphantly.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue touched his chin and continued, "Then... let's start with him?"

"Okay." Obama Guan Hai replied, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

"Eh?" Easter Gue realized that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong when he heard this. He quickly took a few steps back and stared at the two of them and said, "You... what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? Hehe..." Feng Bujue curled up one side of his mouth, revealing an excited smile, "Of course, create some 'suspense' for the competition..."

…………

Ten minutes later, east of Cannabinoid Island.

At sea, a yacht was parked, where all the personnel and most of the supplies (including two helicopters) of the production team were placed.

In the middle of the yacht, there was a huge cabin, the interior of which had been converted into a fully equipped monitoring room.

At this moment, the main creative team of *Wilderness Drug Hunt* was working busily in this cabin.

There were a number of outstanding directors and editors here, staring at the screen in front of them, closely monitoring the movements of the ten contestants and the referee, Bell.

Their eyes were like torches, their minds were agile, they knew what the audience wanted to see, and they knew how to create such a plot...

These people would occasionally issue orders to the staff hidden on the island through the walkie-talkies at hand, in order to control the situation of the competition; or, according to the needs of the program, they would change and guide the contestants' next actions in real time to increase the program's entertainment and drama.

Yes... not just pre-match arrangements, even during the competition, there would be people secretly interfering... This was "reality show," the emphasis was on "show," not "reality," so in most cases, these programs were very fake...

Of course, the *Wilderness Drug Hunt* production team was indeed very hardworking. Like the ten contestants, they also faced a seventy-two-hour challenge (but they could take turns to take a nap in the rest room). The competition wouldn't end for a moment, and they couldn't relax their spirits for a moment.

In addition, they also had supervisory responsibilities.

After all, this was still an entertainment program. Even if the contestants had signed some strange waivers before the competition, there were still basic principles... At least, there must be no malicious events such as murder or rape during the recording of the program. If there was even a hint of such a thing, the production team would immediately send someone to stop it.

Speaking of this... there was a rather tricky thing happening right now...

"Hey! Guys, come and take a look at this!" In the cabin, a director suddenly stood up from his seat and said loudly.

"Stop nagging, Lindsay is about to wash her feet by the stream, I don't want to miss this." One person in another corner of the cabin replied.

"Damn it! I'm serious, come over here!" The director shouted again.

This time, the people in the room put on a suspicious look and leaned over.

"This is footage recorded five minutes ago." The director said solemnly, pointing to the screen and clicking on a video that had just been captured.

On the screen, a close-up of Stephen Carbon quickly appeared.

"What's going on? Do we have this kind of camera position?" Someone immediately interjected.

"He took the camera off the tree and held it in his hand." The director who had called out replied, "Don't interrupt, keep watching."

Before he finished speaking, Stephen Carbon in the video began to act...

First, he aimed the camera lens in his hand at another person... that person's hands were handcuffed, and his feet were also tied together with vines; he was sitting against a big tree, his face full of fear; there were obvious bruises on his left cheek and right corner of his mouth, which should have been punched out with a fist.

"Tell everyone, your name." Stephen Carbon (Feng Bujue)'s voice came from outside the lens, and just his voice and tone were enough to make people shudder.

"Easter Gue." Easter Gue in the lens answered timidly, he didn't even dare to look in the direction of the lens... obviously, this was not because he was worried that he was not photogenic enough, but because he deeply feared the man behind the lens.

"Are you a drug addict?" Feng Bujue then asked.

"Yes... yes." Gue replied.

"Yes? Yes!" Jue Ge's tone gradually increased, and the lens also shook, "Then why do you act like an innocent person?"

"Be... because..." Gue stammered, "I want to act... better than you... better than you..."

"More noble than us? Or more innocent than us?" Feng Bujue smiled, "Hehe... You are like a prostitute standing on the street, mocking a few prostitutes who are being escorted into police cars. You think you are different from us... but in fact, you are just the pot calling the kettle black."

Speaking of this, Jue Ge also paused, reached out and wiped the sweat from Easter Gue's face: "It seems... you feel wronged to be sent to the island with us?"

Easter Gue's body trembled involuntarily, the horror in his eyes was about to burst out, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Look at me!" Jue Ge roared.

Gue was startled by him, turned his head and glanced at the camera, but quickly moved his gaze away again.

"You see, there are always these disappointing guys..." The next second, Feng Bujue turned the camera over and aimed it at his own face, "If you want to make the show more exciting and more popular... you have to relax the scale..." His tone and eyes were extremely fanatical, and his heavy breathing seemed to be able to directly transmit to the cabin through the screen, "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter... I'll help you." He paused, revealing a grim smile, "I mean what I say... haha... hahahaha!"

Accompanied by a burst of crazy laughter, the lens trembled and rotated violently, and then... came Easter Gue's screams.

A few seconds later, the screen went black, and everything came to an abrupt end...

The director who played the video looked back at his colleagues behind him and said in a deep voice: "When I saw halfway, I had already found the staff closest to them... but things happened too fast, and there was only this camera in that area... I don't know what the situation is now, and I don't know if the staff can arrive in time..."

"This... what's going on... Has Stephen Carbon gone crazy?"

"How is that possible... He deliberately took down the camera on the tree and then filmed such a set of pictures. He obviously knew we were watching, and the last words were to us, which shows that he is very sober."

"Could it be that drug addiction has made him mentally deranged? Such as... schizophrenia?"

"That's possible! He's not that kind of person..."

At this moment, the main creators of the program were discussing and at a loss...

These guys who played God were actually in a panic... which had never happened in the past recordings.

"Calling Dolphin (the name of the yacht), calling Dolphin, this is Kangaroo Four (the code name of the action team on the island, each number represents a team composed of three staff members), can you hear me? Over." Just at this time, the team that had been dispatched earlier sent back a reply.

The director sitting there quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and replied at a rapid pace: "This is Dolphin, what's the situation? Over."

"Uh... we arrived at the location you specified, but there's no one here..." Kangaroo Four replied, "The camera on the tree has indeed been removed, and you can see traces of climbing and disassembly. Over."

"Kangaroo Four! Can you take a closer look at the situation there?" The director then said, "For example, is there any blood, footprints, or... signs of a body being dragged..."

"Oh! God!" Suddenly, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Kangaroo Four? Kangaroo Four! Quickly report the situation there!"

"My God! This bastard!" A curse came from the opposite side, and then, "There's something going on here, I have to go over and help, contact you later..."

The staff member in charge of the team's communication left without even finishing his sentence, throwing down the communicator.

In an instant... the cabin fell into a dead silence. An atmosphere called fear had quietly spread.

No one knew what was happening on the scene, and no one dared to imagine.

Only a burst of crazy laughter still lingered in everyone's ears...