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

At the beginning of the non-stop work, everyone could still keep going with their enthusiasm.

Slowly, the passion died completely.

In the dressing room, the actors were memorizing their lines against the wall, and as they recited, they began to close their eyes.

The stagehand, holding a walkie-talkie, shouted "Lights ready!" and then, after three seconds, asked, "What did I just say?"

At 2 a.m., the interrogation room scene was filmed inside the studio.

Chen Xing sat beside the monitor, the script in his hand crumpled into a ball.

His lines were already too hot to handle.

"The suspect last night... last night... last night at the suspect's..."

Old Mai rubbed his forehead: "Which of you two is the suspect?"

Chen Xing said with a pained expression, "Teacher Mai, my brain is completely blank right now."

Liang Yu survives on black coffee, with empty cups piled one after another on the table.

He has high standards for acting, and he can usually spend half an hour working on a single scene. Now he's starting to compress his judgment.

"If it can be passed, then pass it; don't drag it out."

But when it was Lu Yuan's turn to be in the shot, the studio fell silent again.

Gu Chenzhou handed the thermos to the stage manager and entered the venue.

Lu Yuan sat down at the interrogation table, his tie fastened tightly, and there was no sign of fatigue behind his glasses.

He looked at the suspect and opened the case file.

"You repeated 'I've never been to the underground parking garage' for the seventh time."

The actor playing the suspect said when accepting the role: "I've never been there."

Lu Yuan tapped the confession page with the tip of his pen.

"When a normal person denies a location, they will first deny the behavior. If you deny the garage first, it means that place is the first thing in your mind."

The dialogue was very long, and Lu Yuan didn't miss a single word.

The pause, the glance upward, the page turn, the push of the water glass to the suspect's side—every movement was perfectly timed for the camera.

The photographer's back was burning from following him.

This isn't just ordinary physical strength! This is machine-level stability!

The assistant director stared at the call sheet, muttering to himself, "Is he even sleepy?"

The sound engineer next to him, halfway through a yawn, chimed in, "I don't think his breathing rate is off."

Old Mai held his coffee, staring at Gu Chenzhou on the monitor.

Just a couple of days ago, he was worried that Lu Yuan's acting was too dangerous and that he would portray the detective in a way that was off-target.

Now he's worried that his script is too superficial.

This person endured so much time and still managed to keep the words "cold-blooded and clear-headed" in the frame.

An actor's physical fitness often defines the limits of their performance.

Most people stay up until the wee hours of the morning, their muscles are relaxed, their eyes are unfocused, and they have to rely on willpower to keep up their lines!

Lu Yuan didn't have these problems; he didn't even drink coffee, relying entirely on goji berry water.

At 3:28 a.m., Liang Yu finally shouted, "Cut!"

The whole group has slacked off!

Liang Yu glanced at the time: "That's it for today. Back to the shed in four hours. Anyone who's late, I'll kill them."

Nobody had time to laugh; everyone just wanted to go back to the hotel and lie down.

Lu Yuan took the thermos and then picked up the cat carrier, where Lao Liu was huddled up.

The hunger strike has entered its second phase, and the tactics of pitying the victims have begun to be used.

Lu Yuan opened his phone; it was 3:32.

The navigation system indicates that it's 20 kilometers to the Chengnan Seafood Market.

Ride-hailing queue: estimated at 1 hour and 37 minutes.

Thick fog blanketed the roads outside the film and television base, and the streetlights were reduced to yellow rings.

All the crew's vehicles were reassigned to transport set pieces and prop boxes, leaving the parking lot empty.

The plan is stuck!

Chen Xing came out of the shed and saw Lu Yuan standing by the roadside with an eco-friendly bag in his hand.

"Teacher Lu, aren't you going back to the hotel yet?"

Lu Yuan checked his phone: "Let's go to the morning market."

Chen Xing thought he was hallucinating: "Where to?"

"Seafood morning market".

Chen Xing glanced at the time, then looked at the fog outside.

"You won't be able to get a taxi at this hour. Go back and get some sleep; you have to work tomorrow morning. You have to pull two more all-nighters in a row; you're not made of iron."

Old Mai also came over, rubbing his temples.

"Young people, don't overdo it. The worst thing about filming all night is overload. You might seem fine today, but you'll break down during your first scene tomorrow!"

Chen Xing nodded: "That's right. You can buy fish anytime, but you only have one life."

Lu Yuan put his phone back in his pocket. "50% off today."

Chen Xing was stunned!

Old Mai has stopped too!

Lu Yuan zipped up his windbreaker and bent down to tie his shoelaces.

Chen Xing felt a chill run down his spine: "Teacher Lu, you won't...?"

Lu Yuan stood up, glanced at the navigation, and said, "If I can't get a taxi, I'll just run there."

Chen Xing opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Lu Yuan has already stepped down the stairs.

The fog swallowed the streetlights, and the long road outside the film studio looked empty and hollow.

He took a step, light and quick. His windbreaker silhouette slid forward, disappearing into the fog.

Chen Xing stood there dumbfounded.

Old Mike almost spilled his coffee.

"Twenty kilometers?"

Chen Xing's throat went dry: "He just kept convulsing for so long!"

……

The suburban roads were deserted in the early morning, and Lu Yuan ran south along the auxiliary road.

The mist pressed against the ends of my hair, and the soles of my shoes made short, sharp sounds as they stepped across the wet pavement.

Twenty kilometers is not a task for him.

In my past life, during a evacuation in a border mountainous area, carrying 15 kilograms of equipment and hiking 40 kilometers at night was considered a basic skill.

There's no load on the road right now, the road is flat, and the temperature is just right.

He adjusted his breathing to a rhythm of three steps inhalation and two steps exhalation, reducing the burden on his heart and lungs.

Relax your shoulders and neck, avoid the edge of the water when your feet land, don't force your knees, and use your hips to drive your stride.

The phone's navigation system announced in the earphones: "Turn left in 300 meters ahead."

Lu Yuan was doing the math in his head: a 50% discount on salmon scraps meant he could save over twenty yuan per pound.

If I manage to snag three pounds this time, the money I save will be enough to buy two bags of cat litter.

worth!

At five o'clock in the morning, the roller shutter door of the Chengnan Seafood Market had just opened.

Before the fishmonger could even take his hand off the doorknob, he saw a person standing in front of his stall.

His sneakers were damp with dew, and he was carrying an eco-friendly bag.

"Teacher Lu? You're here so early?"

Lu Yuan looked at the ice platform: "Scrap materials."

The boss snapped out of his daze and pulled a bag out of the freezer.

"I saved some for you. It's imported food, just arrived today. The edges are a little crumbly, but it's just right for the cat."

After examining the color and lipid lines, Lu Yuan said, "Weigh it."

The shopkeeper weighed the bag: "Three pounds and two ounces. The bag is two mao (0.2 yuan)."

Lu Yuan looked up: "You charge for bags?"

The boss stated matter-of-factly, "It's an eco-friendly bag; it's the cost."

Lu Yuan opened his reusable bag: "I brought my own."

Boss: "What about the ice packs?"

"You just said on WeChat that it was 50% off, but you didn't mention that ice packs would be charged separately."

"Isn't this standard procedure?"

"Even routine operations must have clearly stated prices."

The boss struggled with him for three minutes before finally giving in.

"Alright, alright, here's an ice pack for you. Your mouth is sharper than a fish knife."

Lu Yuan scanned the QR code to pay.

"Maintain relationships with repeat customers."

The owner chuckled in exasperation: "Next time I'll save you the fish head."

"Fish heads have too many bones, so Lao Liu doesn't eat them."

……

It's 7:30 in the morning.

The crew returned to the set exhausted after only four hours of sleep.

The atmosphere in the dressing room was tense.

Chen Xing, sporting dark circles under his eyes, walked in, leaning against the doorframe, ready to face another day of torment.

Then he saw Lu Yuan sitting in the corner.

The sixth brother was engrossed in eating salmon, his head down in front of the small plate.

Chen Xing stood at the door, his mind blank.

"Teacher Lu."

Lu Yuan looked up: "Good morning."

Chen Xing pointed at the fish: "You really went there?"

"Um."

"You're back again?"

"Bus".

Aren't you tired?

Lu Yuan pushed the fish meat that was about to fall off the edge of the small plate to the middle: "It's alright."

Chen Xing sat down in the chair, his worldview completely shattered.

This person finished work at 3:30 a.m. yesterday, ran 20 kilometers, bargained with the boss at 5 a.m., took the bus back to the film set at 7:30 a.m., and still managed to feed the cat on time.

The message quickly spread to the event management group.

After finishing work late at night, Teacher Lu ran 20 kilometers to the morning market to buy half-price salmon.

The whole group looked towards the corner.

Lu Yuan was sitting there, drinking his goji berry tea; next to him, Lao Liu was engrossed in eating, wagging his tail with great satisfaction.

Liang Yu brought in coffee, and after hearing the whole story, the cup stopped in mid-air.

Old Mai sat down next to him and adjusted his glasses.

"Frankly speaking, Gu Chenzhou's physical fitness settings could be expanded by another page."

Chen Xing muttered, "Don't add any more, the audience won't believe it."