A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

Lu Yuan looked up, still holding half a segment of orange in his hand.

Old Mai pushed his glasses up a bit.

"You're the male lead, playing a high-IQ detective. After listening for so long, what insightful opinions do you have regarding the killer's methods?"

Many people in the meeting room stopped writing.

Producer Xu Zhou and director Liang Yu exchanged a glance; something was amiss!

Old Mai has a stubborn temper, and Lu Yuan is not a normal artist either.

If these two can step up, today's reading session can be turned into an accident debriefing meeting!

Lu Yuan put the orange in his mouth.

After chewing and swallowing, he asked, "Really?"

Old Mai chuckled. "Of course. A reading session is a discussion."

Lu Yuan carefully put the orange peel away without even flipping through the script.

"The first point is that dry ice creates a sealed, suffocating environment."

Old Mai raised his chin slightly: "What?"

Lu Yuan continued, "Later in your script, you wrote that the autopsy revealed cherry-red livor mortis, which confuses carbon monoxide poisoning with carbon dioxide asphyxiation."

Even disregarding that, the large-scale evaporation of dry ice can cause low-temperature burns, abnormal indoor condensation, and high concentrations of carbon dioxide residue in air samples.

"A forensic pathologist can determine that the incident was staged on the very first step they take upon entering the room."

Old Mai was taken aback.

Lu Yuan added, "This isn't called a perfect crime, it's called giving the police a banner of appreciation."

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Several actors looked down and flipped through the script. When they got to the autopsy section, their expressions became unnatural.

Old Mike's face tightened. "Artistic creation needs dramatic conflict; it's impossible to completely copy reality."

Lu Yuan nodded.

"The second place."

"There's a blind spot in the sunlight on Binhai Middle Road around 3 PM; you've looked that up."

"However, there are hydrogen sulfide monitoring probes near the municipal sewer entrance. Once the body parts are inside, the levels of putrefactive gases become abnormal, triggering an alarm within half an hour."

"You let the murderer dump the body there, not to avoid surveillance, but to help the police locate the body."

The platform project manager looked down at his phone and found that the municipal renovation news was indeed there.

He stopped talking.

Lu Yuan picked up the bottled water on the table and turned it on.

"The third item: dismemberment tools."

Old Mike stared at him: "What's wrong with the chainsaw?"

"There are many problems."

Lu Yuan took a sip of water.

"Soft tissue getting caught in the gears can jam the blades. Bone powder, blood, and fat mixed together can splatter over a range of at least three meters."

"Unless the perpetrator was wearing a fully enclosed protective suit, and there's a need to deal with trace amounts of tissue residue on the soles of their shoes, you wrote that they entered and exited the club wearing a regular trench coat, leaving no trace."

He looked at Old Mike, "Is the trench coat a magical item?"

Someone couldn't help but cough.

Old Mai couldn't sit still any longer.

He consulted a lot of materials and criminal investigation consultants when writing this case.

Lu Yuan's words directly demolished his load-bearing wall.

Anyone can talk the talk but not walk the walk!

He slammed his hand on the script. "This is the most tightly woven plot possible in a domestic suspense drama. Since you're so knowledgeable, why don't you draw a scene for everyone without leaving a trace?"

Director Liang Yu felt a chill run down his spine. "Old Mai, the reading session, stop—"

Lu Yuan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:20.

There are only forty minutes left until lunchtime, I can't delay!

He stood up, walked to the whiteboard, and removed the marker.

"Let's keep it simple then."

Lu Yuan turned his back to everyone and placed his pen on the whiteboard.

The first line: victim behavior anchors.

"Let the victim go to the scene himself. Use his usual private habits, such as going to the storage room alone to retrieve the ledger every Wednesday. If he walks in by himself, there will be no kidnapping action on the surveillance footage."

The second line: monitors frame rate switching.

"The Skynet and building surveillance systems are out of sync. The old equipment uses 25 frames per second, while the new equipment uses 30 frames per second. The switching point is at the intersection of the elevator lobby and the fire escape."

"As long as we time it right, we don't need to hide from surveillance cameras; we just need to ensure that each camera captures a reasonable clip."

The third line: on-site handling.

"The location for the partition cannot be a sealed room. Choose an old cold chain room that can be washed, has a slope, and has independent drainage."

"Low temperature reduces blood evaporation, so we put protease cleaning agent into the drain beforehand, and then use peracetic acid for a second covering."

The fourth line: odor masking.

"The amount of bleach used should not be too high. Too strong a chlorine smell will cause adverse reactions. The best approach is to use a low concentration of sodium hypochlorite, combined with existing disinfection records in the cold chain area, so that the odor is included in routine maintenance."

Fifth line: Disposal method.

"Using sewers is the dumbest option. Just mix urban food waste into the fish gut bins at the fresh food market using refrigerated trucks. The smell, temperature, and transportation route naturally mask it all."

On the whiteboard, arrows, times, routes, cleaning agent ratios, and blind spots in the surveillance system are all linked together.

In two minutes, a complete criminal loop was formed!

Producer Xu Zhou leaned back against the chair, a ridiculous idea forming in his mind.

This isn't a reading aloud; it's an internal training session that the legal channel can't broadcast!

Director Liang Yu looked at the process, and only one thought remained in his mind.

This thing can't be filmed in its entirety, or something bad will happen!

Old Mai remained seated, his back soaked with sweat.

He has been writing suspense novels for over a decade and believes he understands the logic of crime.

His proudest first case was dismantled into a primary school craft project by Lu Yuan!

After Lu Yuan sat down, Old Mai finally turned to the side and secretly tugged at Su Qinghan's sleeve.

"Director Su."

His throat was dry. "Is Professor Lu... backed by some retired provincial criminal investigation bigwig as an advisor?"

Su Qinghan glanced at Lu Yuan, who was peeling a second orange.

She did not deny it.

He simply said, "Old Mike, let him take a closer look at the back of the script."

Old Mai looked at the whiteboard, then at Lu Yuan.

His arrogance was utterly crushed by the words "food waste cold chain truck" on the whiteboard.

At the end of the long table, Lu Yuan divided an orange segment in half and asked the production manager:

"Was the chicken leg braised or fried for lunch?"

The documentary filmmaker suddenly realized, "Yes, we have them all."

Lu Yuan was satisfied.

......

The filming of "Dark Detective" started, and the weather was nice that day.

A row of cars was parked outside the Chengdong Film and Television Base, with light stands, tracks, microphone poles, and prop boxes being moved in from early morning.

The stagehands ran around the venue with walkie-talkies, their voices hoarse from shouting.

"Makeup team, please confirm the time!"

"Where are the main actors?"

"Don't put the offering table for worshipping gods under the sun; the lard will melt and look unsightly!"

At 8:00 a.m., a ride-hailing car stopped at the entrance of the base.

Lu Yuan got out of the car.

An old windbreaker, a thermos, a canvas bag, and an orange cat in his arms.

The sixth dog lay in his arms, its tail wagging perfunctorily, like a client inspecting a film set.

The staff members at the entrance were taken aback at first.

Then everyone fell silent.

Lu Yuan's reputation in the industry is currently quite complicated.

An actor? A top celebrity? A cat lover? Or a trigger for a criminal case?!

The last person who offended him is already in jail!