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

Three women stood together.

A cool and aloof queen of the entertainment industry, a beautiful policewoman, and the nation's first love.

Different identities lead to different auras.

No one in the group dared to breathe loudly.

Song Ze pushed the empty cart backward slowly, afraid of getting caught in it.

Liang Yu and Lao Mai looked at each other behind the monitor.

Old Mai whispered, "Even three AKs aren't this dangerous."

Liang Yu: "Don't write any lines today, it's easy for them to come true."

Everyone looked at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan is facing the most difficult scene of his career.

A single wrong answer could lead to a second lockdown of the commercial street.

He was looking down and rummaging through the prop box, not knowing what he was looking for.

Lu Yuan was very satisfied to finally find an infrared thermometer!

The art group leader was stunned. "Teacher Lu, that's what we use to measure the temperature of the light panel..."

Lu Yuan, holding a temperature gun, walked past Su Qinghan, bypassed Jiang Yan, and stood in front of the aviation-grade insulated box that Lin Wanwan had brought.

"Let me take a look."

Lin Wanwan was taken aback.

The box was opened, and icy mist wafted out. Slices of bluefin tuna were neatly arranged, their fat lines incredibly beautiful.

Lu Yuan raised his hand.

"Beep." An infrared dot landed on the surface of the sashimi.

Six times! Lu Yuan's brows furrowed deeply!

His expression was even more serious than when he was analyzing a dismembered body in a locked room.

All three women were looking at him. The whole group was looking at him too.

Lu Yuan looked up, his tone serious, "Surface level six."

Lu Yuan continued: "The optimal range for cold chain processing of sashimi is between 0 and 4 degrees Celsius. Six degrees Celsius is already above the limit, as it will affect the amino acid umami structure and cause the oily texture to collapse."

If the three women were prepared, they would all be blocked halfway by amino acids.

Jiang Yan looked at him.

Su Qinghan pressed her temples.

Lin Wanwan didn't respond for a long time.

Lu Yuan turned to the stage manager and called out, "Does the logistics team have any crushed ice? Get two bags, put them in a large basin, line the bottom with ice, and then put plastic wrap on top to prevent the melted water from touching the meat."

The stagehands were still in a daze.

Lu Yuan looked over and said, "Hurry up, or the sea urchin will collapse too."

"Oh, oh!" The stagehand took off running.

Five minutes later.

The small tables in the rest area were expanded into a temporary sashimi station.

Ice was laid at the bottom, and the seafood was rearranged on a plate.

Lu Yuan sat in the middle, picked up a piece of bluefin fin with his chopsticks, and nodded after confirming that the temperature had dropped.

"It can still be saved."

The sixth cat was squatting on the cat food cart, licking a premium cat treat, its tail swishing rapidly.

Old Mai took off his glasses. "I can't write a male protagonist like that."

Liang Yu looked at Lu Yuan, and after a long while, managed to squeeze out a question, "How on earth has he survived until now?"

Chen Xing muttered to himself, "It's all about skill. If I said that, the grass on my grave would be turning on by now."

The atmosphere on set relaxed.

Some people got sweet shrimp, some got tea breaks, and Liang Yu finally dared to call for work to begin!

......

1:30 PM.

Liang Yu picked up the megaphone and announced, "All departments, prepare for the police-criminal standoff scene. First, move into position."

The props team opened the gun case, and several high-quality metal replica AKs and sidearms were placed on the table. The gun bodies were pressed against the light, and they had a very substantial weight.

The sound from the scene suddenly stopped.

Zhao Xiao stood there, his Adam's apple bobbing, unable to take a step.

Song Ze took a half step back and bumped into his assistant.

"Teacher Song?" The assistant helped him up.

Song Ze waved his hand. "I'm fine."

His mouth was fine, but his hands were shaking.

Even the extras in the front row couldn't keep up. The girl playing a bank employee lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes, her shoulders tense.

The props team leader picked up a high-quality replica AK and tried to hand it to Zhao Xiao.

Zhao Xiao caught half of the gun, his fingertips touching the handle, and immediately pulled back.

That thing clearly cannot be fired.

It's so similar, it's so easy to bring people back to that day.

Liang Yu saw this, her face expressionless, but her fingers crumpled the edge of the storyboard.

He forced himself to say, "Let's try it once, don't worry about the results. Don't put pressure on us from other departments."

The stage manager claps the clapperboard.

"Scene 33, Shot 1, First Take."

Zhao Xiao walked towards the center of the hall with the prop gun.

According to the script, he was a ruthless bandit. He broke down the door, took control of the scene, forced the hostages to retreat, and seized control of the bank lobby in one fell swoop.

In reality, he transcended the caution of a mine-clearing soldier.

Each step was light, the toes landing first, and the gun barrel was never raised too high.

Liang Yu closed her eyes.

On the monitor, Zhao Xiao finally moved the gun barrel forward a little.

A female extra crouching in the front row suddenly covered her head, crying, "Don't shoot..."

Without that line, she was provoked by the gun.

She burst into tears, a loud wail.

Zhao Xiao's hand trembled, and the prop gun almost slipped from his grasp. The words "Get down, all of you!" were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to shout them out.

"Click." Liang Yu put down the megaphone.

No one in the shed complained.

That day, a real gun swept across the ceiling, and a chandelier crashed down; nobody is made of iron.

Old Mai sat behind the monitor, flipped through the script, and finally threw his pen on the table.

"Delete it."

Xu Zhou turned his head. "Delete what?"

"All the gunfights, standoffs, and scenes of oppression that followed were cut." Old Mai took off his glasses. "We replaced them with Gu Chenzhou's post-incident debriefing. We filmed fewer on-set scenes and filled in the gaps with logical deduction."

Liang Yu remained silent.

Xu Zhou's face froze. "Teacher Mai, this isn't a minor revision. This is completely dismantling the entire previous rhythm."

Old Mai pointed at the monitor, "So what do we do? You let them film it anyway? Zhao Xiao's hands are practically dropping his gun. If we do two more takes, forget about the acting, the psychological counseling fees alone would be enough to hold a press conference."

Xu Zhou took out his phone. "I'll ask the platform."

I dialed the number.

After listening, the platform project manager immediately increased his speaking speed.

"It can't be cut. When we bought this project, we were drawn to its strong plot, high tension, and intrigue-driven detective storyline. If you cut the action-packed confrontations into post-mortem deductions, what kind of S+ is that?"

Xu Zhou suppressed his anger, saying, "A real case happened on set, and the actors experienced stress."

"I understand," the other person said quickly.

"But the audience won't accept a collapse in pacing just because you had difficulties on set. Producer Xu, this project has already generated buzz; the platform is scheduling it, sponsoring projects, and creating promotional materials are all in place. If you delete it now, who will bear the consequences?"

The phone hangs up.

Liang Yu scratched her hair, only to realize afterward that there wasn't much left to begin with.

"I can't film it, and I can't delete it."

He watched the extra girl wiping away tears on the monitor, watched the sweat on Zhao Xiao's forehead, and watched Song Ze dodge the gun case.

The shadow of that day still looms over the film set.

The real robbers are gone, but the gunshots haven't stopped.

If you force them to film, the actors will break down; if you don't film, the platform will turn against you.

Liang Yu realized for the first time that sometimes a director is not the one in control of the whole situation, but rather a screw caught between two machines.

It will break if you twist it any further.

Lu Yuan stood up in the rest area.

The sixth brother looked up at him.

Lu Yuan patted the cat's head. "Eat yours."

He walked to the prop table.

The props team leader instinctively stood up straight. "Teacher Lu."

Lu Yuan looked at the guns on the table. "Put them away."

The props team leader was stunned. "Huh?"

"Put everything into the box."