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

By the end of the third long night, there were hardly any people left in shed number one who could stand up straight.

The makeup artist was leaning against the wall, still holding a powder puff in her hand; she had already fallen asleep.

The sound engineer hung the headphones around his neck, stared down at the ground, and it took him a long time to realize that the machine was still running.

Chen Xing sat on a folding chair, the script covering his face, looking just like a prop recycled by the production company.

In front of the monitor, Liang Yu finished watching the last playback, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, "Click."

He took off his headphones. "Cut. All indoor scenes in Studio One are finished!"

There was a half-second of silence in the shed, and then applause, wails, and cheers all mixed together.

"We finally survived!"

"I feel like throwing up just looking at an interrogation table now."

Old Mai slapped the script on his face, saying, "If anyone tells me web series are easy, I'll slap a scene outline in their face."

Lu Yuan sat on a lounge chair and rubbed his shoulders.

Old Six was lying sprawled on the chair next to him, fast asleep, with half of his belly sticking out.

It stayed up with me for three consecutive nights, which took a toll on its mental health, especially after its diet was reduced from salmon back to regular canned food, which made it very unhappy.

Lu Yuan opened the cat carrier. "Let's go."

The sixth brother rolled over, pretending not to hear.

Lu Yuan looked down at it, "We finished early today, let's go back and re-freeze it."

The sixth brother opened his eyes and crawled into the bag.

The assistant director came in carrying a megaphone, his voice more invigorating than coffee.

"Attention all departments! Half a day break, meet again at 1 PM tomorrow for a move to a real-life office building in the East City Commercial Street!"

"Before dismantling Booth No. 1, all props teams should leave to take inventory; the remaining departments should proceed according to the notice!"

The shed was filled with mournful cries.

Liang Yu had no choice.

"That building only gave us a three-day window, while the bank next door was still open. The time allotted for external control was very tight. If anyone messes up, everyone has to step in to cover for them."

Chen Xing clutched his head. "Another real-life setting?"

Old Mai sighed, "The most suspenseful thing about suspense dramas is the filming schedule."

……

Chengdong Commercial Street, 1:40 PM.

Outside the abandoned office building, the film crew's vehicles were lined up in a row.

This building was originally a small business center, but the owner ran out of funds and it remained vacant for two years.

There is a municipal savings bank less than 50 meters away.

People were coming and going at the entrance, and the security guard sat in his booth reading a newspaper. The commercial street wasn't crowded, and the milk tea shop, pharmacy, and lottery shop were open as usual.

Police tape was quickly put up around the film crew's location.

"Please don't let passersby get in the picture!"

"Move the track 30 centimeters to the left!"

"Don't block the bank's entrance with your lights. They're operating normally; don't cause complaints!"

The assistant director ran around with a walkie-talkie, his shoes smoking.

The scene we're filming this afternoon is the villainous robbers breaking down the door and taking control of the scene.

This scene doesn't involve Gu Chenzhou's appearance; it's just to create a sense of pressure and set the stage for the male lead's later battle of wits.

Lu Yuan sat on a corner chair, with a thermos next to him and his cat carrier at his feet.

The sixth child's tail peeked out from the zipper and patted back and forth.

The machine is already powered on over there.

"Scene 32, Shot 1, First Take."

"Bang!" Zhao Xiao kicked the door.

The door didn't open, but he himself took half a step back!

One of the extras couldn't hold it in and his shoulder twitched.

Liang Yu closed his eyes briefly behind the monitor. "Click!"

The second time, the door opened, people came in, gun barrels darted around, and the dialogue was weak and lifeless.

"Don't...don't move!"

The extras in the front row bowed their heads and coughed.

Liang Yu's face darkened. "Crack!"

On the third attempt, Zhao Xiao put in more effort and successfully kicked the door open. After entering, he almost tripped over the threshold.

On the fourth try, he finally managed to stand up and "lay down."

His tone was like an old man giving a community anti-fraud presentation.

Liang Yu slammed the storyboard on the table. "Zhao Xiao! You're playing an armed robber, not some old man handing out flyers!"

Zhao Xiao took off his hood, his head covered in sweat.

"Director Liang, this is really heavy. I can't find a way to exert force. And the extras... every time I raise the gun, they laugh down there, and I can't hold it in either."

The extras remained silent; some looked down at their shoes.

Liang Yu pointed at the door: "Don't worry about whether they laugh or not, you have to scare them first! The moment you come in, you'll have control of the situation. Right now, you can't even control the door."

Zhao Xiao was extremely aggrieved, "I've never filmed anything like this before."

Filming is stuck here. The lights are so hot they're irritating. My arms are aching from holding the microphone boom. The extras are squatting and standing all the time. My patience is wearing thin.

The assistant director glanced at the time. "Director Liang, if we drag this out any longer, the location shooting for Gu Chenzhou will be in jeopardy."

Liang Yu remained silent, her anger barely contained.

In the corner, Lu Yuan glanced at the notice.

If this drags on any longer, dinner will be delayed. And if dinner is delayed, Lao Liu will make a fuss. He sighed and handed the thermos to the stagehand next to him.

Lu Yuan stood up. "Director Liang, shall I go over it for him?"

Liang Yu looked up, her eyes lighting up. "Everyone, stay put! Teacher Lu will walk through and demonstrate, keep the cameras rolling, for the actors to reference!"

Zhao Xiao was a little embarrassed and quickly handed over the prop gun, "Teacher Lu, the door is really not working properly."

Lu Yuan casually picked up the black hood, put it on his head, and stood outside the wooden door.

In an instant, the noise on set decreased significantly.

Liang Yu stared at the monitor.

The script supervisor claps the clapperboard: "Demonstration of the robbers breaking down the door, first time."

The next second, Lu Yuan stepped into the doorway with his right foot, exerted force with his hip, and landed on the weakest point near the hinge.

Bang! The solid wood prop door swung open, the hinge broke, and a piece of metal flew to the ground.

The props team leader gasped, "The door I just fixed..."

Lu Yuan had already entered the house, cutting in along the side of the door, his footsteps pressing down on the right escape corner, his gun muzzle sweeping past the crowd on the left, his body blocking the route to the back door.

First, let your eyes follow; then, let your gun follow your eyes.

His gaze swept across the entire scene, and every extra whose eyes were swept over automatically shrank back; not a single one dared to move!

The extra who was leaning against the pillar dropped his phone!

A girl in the front row who was playing a bank employee forgot to say her lines and just squatted down and covered her head. Her actions were much more standard than required by the script!

Lu Yuan's voice came from behind the hood: "Lower your head."

The entire hall was blocked.

Liang Yu sat behind the monitor, his finger hovering over the replay button.

Chen Xing peeked over from the side and watched, then swallowed hard.

This is not acting; this is real control of the situation.

Old Mai muttered a curse under his breath, "If we film this scene exactly like this, the censors will be asking us where our consultant came from."

After the demonstration, Lu Yuan put away his gun, took off his hood, and walked back to the door.

No one on set dared to speak. Zhao Xiao stood ramrod straight, his face even whiter than his foundation.

Lu Yuan handed him the prop gun.

"When you rush in, don't push the door open with your arms; use your weight to press down on it. After the door opens, don't stand in the middle; that's a target position."

Zhao Xiao nodded.

"Follow the line of sight with your gun. Find a position that can incapacitate the enemy."

Lu Yuan glanced at him. "Also, don't look at the camera. Look at the hostages' carotid arteries and knees. Treat them like objects."

Zhao Xiao swallowed hard. "Teacher Lu, I'll do my best."

Liang Yu grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Alright! Follow Teacher Lu's pace! Props team, switch to the spare door. Filming starts in ten minutes!"

The props team leader held the broken door hinge, grieving but dared not speak!

The event proceeded at a normal pace.

Suddenly, two loud bangs came from the direction next door.