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Lu Fan and Ding Xingyou stood close together.

"I've watched it on and off since it was set up at dawn," Ding Xingyou said, pointing to the screen divided into several small sections. "Everyone is doing their job, and there's nothing particularly unusual about their behavior. Apart from occasionally being out of sorts, Xu Haotian hasn't acted strangely."

Fast forward to the scene: people coming and going on set, moving equipment, rehearsing lines, adjusting lights—everything seems normal.

Lu Fan remained silent, his gaze sweeping over each scene.

After Ding Xingyou finished playing a segment, he reached for the tablet, quickly tapped the screen with his fingers, and pulled up several recordings from specific time points.

"Here," he clicked on a screen, showing the corner of the second-floor corridor, "the location where I discovered the first remaining banner yesterday."

"And here," switching to the outside of the prop room door, "the second spot."

"Stairwell, third-floor ventilation opening, under the rooftop water tank..." He pointed out five or six locations in succession, all of which were places where he had discovered traces of the old layout or Yun Xuzi's formation yesterday.

Ding Xingyou leaned closer to the screen, looking carefully: "These places... the staff have almost all been there. Moving things, positioning, framing shots... it's normal."

"Yes, it all happened." Lu Fan froze several images at the same time. "But look at the timeline."

Following his prompting, Ding Xingyou compared the flow of people in several images.

After watching for a while, her expression gradually changed.

"Props technician Chen passed three points, stagehand Li passed two, lighting technician Wei passed four..." she murmured, her finger moving over the figures, "But there's one person, he passed them all!"

She looked up abruptly at Lu Fan: "You mean...him?"

"It wasn't necessarily his scheme, but he visited all the key points far too frequently." Lu Fan put down his tablet. "And each time he stayed, he spent a little longer than he needed to finish his work."

Ding Xingyou's breathing became rapid: "I'll go find him and get to the bottom of this!"

"Don't rush." ​​Lu Fan pressed down on her arm, then quickly released it. "If we go now, he'll have a hundred reasons to explain himself. If we alert him, the person behind it will only hide even deeper."

Ding Xingyou forced himself to calm down: "Then what should we do?"

"Doesn't he like to wander around the set?" Lu Fan asked calmly. "Let him wander. Just focus on filming and keep an eye on him. If he's the 'eyes,' then there must be a 'brain' directing things behind him. We need to know what they want to see through these 'eyes,' and when they plan to make their move."

Looking at his calm profile, Ding Xingyou's anxiety subsided without her realizing it. She had to admit that Lu Fan was more perceptive and composed than she had imagined.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." She nodded, her opinion of Lu Fan rising even higher.

……

As Lu Fan left Ding Xingyou's room and reached his own door, his phone vibrated. It was a bank deposit notification for one million yuan, with the note: "Voluntary Gift."

Remitter: Feng Qianqian.

Looking at the transfer information on his phone, Lu Fan knew very well why Feng Qianqian had transferred the money; she was probably asking Lu Fan to save her son.

At the time, Feng Qianqian was two-faced; now it seems this woman is probably at her wit's end.

As soon as Lu Fan opened the door, hurried footsteps came from behind.

"Lu Fan..."

Feng Qianqian walked from the corner of the corridor, her face pale and haggard.

She was wearing a plain dress, her hair was loose, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Lu Fan glanced at her but didn't say anything.

"Can I come in and talk?" Feng Qianqian pleaded, "For the sake of how long I've taken care of you."

Lu Fan stepped aside: "Come in."

Feng Qianqian followed him into the room, and as soon as the door closed, she knelt down on the carpet with a "thump".

"Lu Fan, please... save my son." Her voice was hoarse, her forehead pressed against the ground. "Xiao Zhe... he had another attack last night, worse than ever before. He was convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were rolling back. I... I really don't know what to do."

Lu Fan remained standing still: "Did Yun Xuzi tamper with your son again?"

"Yes." Feng Qianqian raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yun Xuzi can't be found, and Xiao Zhe is in so much pain. Xiao Fan, you must have another way, right? Even... even if it's just to ease his suffering!"

Tears streamed down Feng Qianqian's face; she looked utterly pitiful.

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the neckline of her skirt, pulling it sharply to both sides!

"Rip!"

His dress ripped instantly, slipping down to reveal his fair skin and well-maintained body curves.

Feng Qianqian is in her early thirties, the age when she is at the peak of her charm.

She has maintained a disciplined lifestyle for many years, resulting in a well-proportioned figure and firm skin, which she now displays without reservation. Under the dim corridor lights, she possesses a breathtaking mature beauty.

Lu Fan's gaze swept over them, and his eyes narrowed slightly for a moment.

Indeed! They have the potential!

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, Feng Qianqian suddenly pounced on him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and pressing her soft body against him.

"I don't care about the trouble. I'll do anything as long as you save my son." She buried her face in his chest, her voice sweet and coquettish. "I know I made mistakes before. I was bewitched. I'll do anything you ask, be your slave, warm your bed, sleep with you, I'll do it all! Please, Xiao Fan."

She held him very tightly, and Lu Fan could clearly feel the temperature of her body and her trembling.

He raised his hand to push her away, but Feng Qianqian seemed to grasp at the last straw, using all her strength to wrap herself around him, only to cling to him even tighter.

"Let go." Lu Fan's voice deepened.

"No!" Feng Qianqian shook her head, tears smearing on his clothes. "I won't let go unless you agree. I know you have a way, you just don't trust me. I swear, from now on I will only listen to you. I will be loyal to you and have no other thoughts."

During the scuffle, the two lost their balance and fell onto the sofa next to them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Qianqian flipped over and pressed herself against him, kissing his neck recklessly while frantically tearing at his buttons, her actions filled with desperate madness.

"Please take me! Take me!"

Lu Fan gripped her wrist, looking into her tear-filled and resolute eyes.

This woman has completely abandoned her dignity and scheming for the sake of her son, leaving only her most primal maternal instincts and a desperate gamble.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his grip had loosened a bit.

Feng Qianqian noticed his loosening of control, and as if she had received his tacit approval, she became even more eager.

Clothes were scattered haphazardly on the carpet, and panting and suppressed sobs mingled together.

The process was somewhat chaotic, even brutal. Feng Qianqian was practically sacrificing her body, and Lu Fan's response carried a complex and indescribable emotion.

For a moment, only heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

……