"My name is Ister Gu, and I am 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 toothbrush, wash my face with a panda fur towel, and comb my hair with an ivory comb...

Moreover, I possess an irresistible handsome appearance and wisdom that those vulgar 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..."

Deep in the jungle, Mr. Ister Gu was delivering the above monologue to a camera fixed on a treetop.

Even in this treacherous environment, he maintained the same entrance appearance as in the opening CG, his hairstyle perfectly in place, striving to present a perfect image in front of the camera.

Rustle—Swish—

Suddenly, the sound of rustling grass came from several meters away.

"Huh? Who's there?" Ister Gu heard the noise and quickly turned around to shout.

Seconds later, two figures emerged from the bushes one after the other. Leading the way was a black man carrying a suit, and behind him was a white man holding a military shovel.

Seeing who it was, Ister Gu relaxed: "Oh, it's you guys."

Feng Bujue, hearing this, turned his head to size up the other person, then said, "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Ister Gu showed a look of disdain. "Can't you tell? I'm recording a VCR (video cassette recording, referring to video recordings) for myself." 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'm saying a few things in front of the camera now to prevent those editors from messing it up later."

"You seem very relaxed..." Feng Bujue said with narrowed eyes.

"Ha! That's right. I have plenty of time." Ister Gu laughed, raising his head. "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 any marijuana hiding places to relieve my addiction." He flicked his head slightly, swept the hair from his forehead with his fingers, and added, "So, this competition has no suspense from the start. I advise you to give up early. Continuing will only make you look ugly..."

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, Jue-ge turned to look at Obama. "Brother Guan Hai, what do you think?"

"I think... he makes sense." Obama pondered. "Marijuana produces a lighter physiological dependence. Small amounts of inhalation or intermittent use of large doses won't produce withdrawal symptoms. If he has really only smoked marijuana, then he does have a certain advantage."

"Heh... as expected of a former president, quite cultured." Ister Gu said smugly.

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

"Agreed," Obama replied. "That's what I was thinking too."

"Eh?" Ister Gu realized that something was wrong when he heard this. He quickly took a few steps back and stared at the two men. "What... what do you want to do?"

"What do we want to do? Heh..." Feng Bujue hooked up one corner of his mouth, revealing an excited smile. "Of course, create some 'suspense' for the competition..."

…………

Ten minutes later, east of Cannabis Island.

On the sea, a yacht was parked. All the personnel and most of the supplies (including two helicopters) of the production team were placed on this ship.

In the middle layer 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 creative team of *Wilderness Drug Hunt* was working busily in this cabin.

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

Their eyes were sharp, their minds were quick, they knew what the audience wanted to see, and they knew how to create such plots...

They would occasionally issue orders to the staff hidden on the island through the intercom at hand 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 only the pre-match arrangements, but also during the competition, there would be people secretly intervening... This was "reality TV," the focus was on "TV," not "reality," so in most cases, these programs were very fake...

Of course, the creative team of *Wilderness Drug Hunt* 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 lounge). The competition didn't end for a moment, so 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 disclaimers before the competition, there were still basic principles... At least, there could be no malicious incidents such as murder or rape during the filming of the program. If there was even the slightest hint of such a thing, the production team would immediately send people to stop it.

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

"Hey! Guys, come and see this!" A director in the cabin suddenly stood up from his seat and said loudly.

"Stop nagging, Lindsay is about to wash her feet by the creek, and I don't want to miss that," someone 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 look of half-belief and came over.

"This is the footage recorded five minutes ago." The director pointed to the screen with a solemn expression and opened a video clip that had just been captured.

The screen quickly showed a close-up of Stephen Carbon.

"What's going on? Do we have a camera with this angle?" Someone immediately interjected.

"He took the camera down from the tree and held it in his hand." The director who spoke up replied, "Don't interrupt, keep watching."

Before he could finish his words, Stephen Carbon in the video started to move...

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

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

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

"Are you a drug addict?" Feng Bujue continued to ask.

"Yes... yes," Gu 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..." Gu stammered, "I want to act... better than you... better than you..."

"More noble than us? Or more innocent than us?" Feng Bujue laughed, "Heh... you're like a prostitute standing on the street, mocking a few prostitutes being escorted into a police car. You think you're different from us... but you're just the pot calling the kettle black."

Speaking of this, Jue-ge paused and reached out to wipe the sweat from Ister Gu's face: "It seems... you feel wronged to be sent to the island with us?"

Ister Gu's body trembled involuntarily, the fear in his eyes was about to burst out, and he couldn't utter a word.

"Look at me!" Jue-ge roared.

Gu was startled by him and looked at the lens, but quickly looked away again.

"You see, there are always such disappointing guys..." The next second, Feng Bujue turned the camera around and pointed it at his own face. "If you want the show to be more exciting and popular... you have to relax the standards..." His tone and eyes were extremely fanatical, and his heavy breathing seemed to be able to be transmitted directly to the cabin through the screen. "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter... I will help you." He paused and showed a grin, "I mean what I say... haha... hahahaha!"

Accompanied by a burst of mad laughter, the lens trembled and rotated violently, and then... came Ister Gu's screams.

Seconds later, the screen went black, and everything came to an abrupt end...

The director who played the video turned around and looked at his colleagues behind him and said in a deep voice: "When I saw half of it, I had already found the staff who were closest to them... but things happened too quickly, 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..."

"What... what's going on... has Stephen Carbon gone crazy?"

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

"Could it be that the drug addiction has made him mentally disordered? For example... schizophrenia?"

"That's possible! He himself is not like this..."

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

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

"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 group of three staff members), do you hear me? Over." At this moment, the team that had been dispatched sent back a report.

The director sitting there quickly picked up the intercom and replied in a very fast tone: "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 continued, "For example, is there any blood, footprints, or... traces of the body being dragged..."

"Oh! God!" Suddenly, the person on the other end of the intercom exclaimed.

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

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

The staff member in charge of the team communication didn't even have time to finish speaking before throwing down the communicator and leaving.

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

No one knew what had happened on the scene, and no one dared to imagine.

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