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

The show is becoming increasingly popular, and the production team is getting busier and busier.

Today we're filming scenes at the police shooting range and gun inspection.

An indoor shooting range was set up on one side of the studio, complete with soundproof walls, bullet-scarred walls, gun cabinets, and gun inspection tables.

The prop team placed more than a dozen high-quality metal replica guns on a black velvet cloth, along with empty magazines, goggles, and earmuffs.

Lu Yuan sat on the male lead's exclusive lounge chair.

Old Liu nestled in the cat carrier at his feet, his tail sticking out from the zipper seam and occasionally patting the ground.

Lu Yuan was looking down and struggling with the online shopping customer service representative.

Dear customer, the claim amount for shipping insurance is subject to the system's calculation.

Lu Yuan replied: "[I returned a cat litter scoop, weighing 280 grams. The shipping cost was 8 yuan, and the system only compensated me 3.5 yuan, which is not in line with market rates.]"

Customer Service: [Dear customer, we suggest you choose items with free shipping next time.]

Lu Yuan picked up the calculator and pressed a few keys.

Reply: [Your suggestion has zero economic value.]

A production crew member passing by was stunned for a couple of seconds when he saw how serious the man was.

The male lead, whom Chen Xing praised as having "reduced the dimensions of acting," is now arguing with customer service about the cost of a 4.5 yuan shipping insurance policy!

Very stable!

Over at the director's booth, Liang Yu was watching the monitor, confirming the afternoon's shots with the director of photography.

Xu Zhou came over with the call sheet: "We've finished filming the shooting range scene, so we can wrap up half an hour early today."

Liang Yu nodded: "The premise is that nothing unexpected happens."

No sooner had he finished speaking than trouble started!

Song Ze, the third male lead, went directly into the director's studio with his private screenwriter.

Song Ze was brought in by the investors.

She's good-looking and has fans. On her first day on set, she brought four assistants, a cameraman, and a personal screenwriter.

No one in the crew said it outright, but everyone knew that this person wasn't there to act; he was there to steal the spotlight.

Song Ze put the script on the table.

"Director Liang, I don't think this shooting range scene this afternoon is reasonable."

Liang Yu looked up: "What's unreasonable about it?"

Song Ze's private screenwriter handed over the printed revised pages.

"In the original script, the third male lead retreated when he first entered the shooting range due to psychological trauma. This setting is too weak and will affect the character's appeal."

Song Ze chimed in, "I suggest changing it to the third male lead instructing Gu Chenzhou on shooting."

The director's booth fell silent for a moment.

Liang Yu opened the revised page, her brows furrowing.

In the new version, the third male lead corrects the male lead's shooting technique in front of everyone at the shooting range, and even demonstrates himself, hitting a bullseye. Gu Chenzhou stands by, receiving guidance.

This is not a change of script.

This is like taking the male lead's shining moments and putting them on the third male lead.

Xu Zhou tried to smooth things over: "Teacher Song, the core of this scene is that Gu Chenzhou determines the killer's dominant hand by observing the wear and tear on the gun, not that he's demonstrating shooting."

Song Ze smiled and said, "Producer Xu, the audience also needs to enjoy the show. We can't have the male lead just doing deductions from beginning to end, can we? Besides, I specifically went to an overseas live-fire range for training for this show."

After saying that, he picked up a heavy-duty metal replica gun from the props table.

Just as the props instructor was about to remind him, he had already swung it twice.

The movements are very flashy.

The first shot swept across half the film set, and the second shot almost hit a nearby lighting fixture.

The props instructor's eyelids twitched, his mouth was wide open, but he managed to swallow it back down.

Song Ze was very satisfied.

"See? It will look great on camera."

Several staff members lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.

Liang Yu remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Ze simply raised his voice: "If we don't change this scene today, it will be very difficult for me to film. The investors have also said that the third male lead can't just be a supporting character!"

Upon hearing this, the lighting crew stopped, and the set design team also slowed down.

This is the kind of thing that's most worrying to happen on site.

Filming had just started, and the funding wasn't fully in place yet. The people from the investors were causing trouble, which meant the production team was stuck in a rut. Every day that dragged on, hundreds of thousands of dollars were being spent.

Xu Zhou looked at Liang Yu; both of them were suppressing their anger.

Song Ze thought he had it all figured out.

He picked up the heavy metal replica gun from the prop table, weighed it in his hand, and walked towards Lu Yuan.

"Teacher Lu."

Lu Yuan was still reading the customer service reply: "Dear customer, three yuan and fifty cents is already the maximum compensation amount."

He replied: "[Your tallest one is actually quite short.]"

Song Ze slammed the gun onto the small table next to him.

Lu Yuan looked up.

Song Ze smiled confidently for the camera: "Don't be nervous, Teacher Lu, during the actual filming this afternoon. It's normal to have never handled a gun before. If you don't know how to hold a gun, I can help you."

The staff around them stopped what they were doing.

Some people were worried for Lu Yuan.

They were worried that Song Ze would lead them into some indescribable trap!

Song Ze continued, "The workmanship of this prop gun is just average; the slide is a bit stuck, and the counterweight is inaccurate. It's reasonable for Director Liang to ask me to add a short instructional scene."

"Professional matters should always be left to professionals."

The private screenwriter has already raised his phone, ready to shoot footage for later use.

I've even thought of a title: [Song Ze provides on-site instruction to Lu Yuan on handling a gun; his professionalism earns the director's approval.]

Lu Yuan glanced at the notice board on the wall.

10:30.

If we delay any longer, lunch will have to be postponed!

He put down the calculator, stood up, and said, "Let me see."

Song Ze crossed his arms and handed over the gun.

"Teacher Lu, be careful, it's quite heavy."

Lu Yuan caught it with his left hand.

The gun body settled into my palm; its weight, center of gravity, and slide damping all became part of my feel.

He pushed the sleeve with his thumb, hooked his index finger inward, and pressed down with the heel of his palm.

Click, the first sound.

The sleeve has been withdrawn half an inch!

The second sound indicates that the recoil spring assembly has disengaged!

The third sound indicates the separation of the barrel, slide, and empty magazine!

Less than three seconds.

He removed several metal parts with one hand and arranged them on the table.

The neatness was so impressive that it made the props instructor's scalp tingle.

Song Ze's smile froze on his face.

The private screenwriter, holding his phone, forgot to press stop.

Lu Yuan didn't look at him.

Then, using the pad of the left hand to move the parts, the recoil spring returned to its position, the barrel entered the slot, the slide pushed back, and the magazine locked.

Click, the sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the shed!

Clean! Neat!

All casual conversations stopped.

Lu Yuan pointed the gun downwards, removed his index finger from the trigger guard, and naturally pressed his wrist down.

The gun was in his hand, and his discipline was chilling.

"The sleeve doesn't get stuck."

He looked at Song Ze: "You applied force to your wrist in the wrong direction."

Song Ze took half a step back, his back hitting the lamp stand before he stopped.

The props instructor stepped forward, his voice faltering.

"Teacher Lu, this is a high-quality replica with a counterweight, and its internal structure is more complex than that of ordinary props. To improve the lens's texture, we added recoil damping and modified the assembly and disassembly points."

He looked at the gun on the table, then at Lu Yuan's left hand.

"Even if you get special police officers to guide you, they might not be able to dismantle it to this extent with one hand."

"Teacher Lu...you've practiced this before?"

Liang Yu stood outside the director's booth, the storyboard in her hand still open.

Xu Zhou glanced down at the notice and suddenly realized that he might still be able to save his lunch.