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

The entire audience turned to look.

Song Ze and Zhao Xiao's faces turned pale instantly.

Song Zexian spoke first: "Teacher Lu, I'm sorry, I'm not refusing to cooperate, I just..."

Zhao Xiao was also getting anxious. "I can adjust. Give me some time."

They thought Lu Yuan couldn't stand by and watch them cower.

It's perfectly reasonable for this person, who could still give hand signals to the SWAT team even with three AKs in hand, to think they were a disgrace.

Lu Yuan didn't look at them. "I wasn't talking about you guys."

He turned and went to the cleaning tools area in the corner.

The cleaning lady on set was taking a break with her mop when she saw Lu Yuan coming over, and she quickly stood up.

"Borrow two brooms."

The cleaning lady handed over two long-handled plastic brooms with red and blue stripes.

Lu Yuan went to the tea station and took two more mineral water bottles. He drank one halfway and left the other empty.

He came back, handed the broom to Zhao Xiao, and gave the half-full bottle of water to Chen Xing.

Chen Xing was stunned. "Teacher Lu, I'm playing a policeman."

"Take it first."

Lu Yuan looked at Liang Yu, "Director Liang, let's do some safety training first. The gunfights are too intense; let's remove the visual threat first."

Old Mai looked up. "What kind of training?"

"Physical desensitization".

Lu Yuan said, "First, move around using items that won't trigger fear. Memorize the route with your body, find alternative anchor points for your emotions, and then switch to other items."

Zhao Xiao looked down at the plastic broom in his hand.

The pole has a red and blue color scheme and small GG glue residue stuck on it.

Chen Xing held up a half-empty bottle of Nongfu Spring water.

The two people looked at each other.

The nerves that were stretched to the point of breaking were cut by this absurd design.

The extra in the front row, who had just been crying, couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw this scene.

Liang Yu and Lao Mai exchanged a glance.

The oppressive feeling of death was largely washed away by the two cleaning brooms.

Lu Yuan stood in the center of the set. "Let's begin. Forget about hostage control for now."

Zhao Xiao, gripping the broom, asked, "So what am I thinking about?"

Lu Yuan said, "You are not a robber."

"And who am I?"

"The auntie who was first in line at the morning market was grabbing discounted eggs."

Zhao Xiao: "..."

Lu Yuan looked at the extras area. "They're not hostages, they're neighbors trying to cut in line for discounted eggs. What you have isn't a gun, it's a queue number."

Someone inside the shed burst out laughing.

Lu Yuan continued, "What's the worst thing about fighting for eggs? It's people cutting in line from all directions. You can't just focus on one person. You have to keep an eye on the whole area out of the corner of your eye. You have to notice who's moving their toes forward or whose shoulder is leaning towards the side door."

Zhao Xiao gripped the broom tightly, trying to get into character.

Lu Yuan took half a step back and shouted.

Zhao Xiao swallowed hard. "Everyone... line up!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it didn't shake.

Lu Yuan said, "It's not enough. Eggs are 3.9 yuan a pound today, and there's a limit of two pounds per person. You've been queuing for forty minutes, and someone behind you is trying to cut in front of you."

Zhao Xiao's eyes lit up, and he held the broom horizontally in front of him.

"Line up! I'm number one, nobody can be in front of me!"

The extras smiled and cooperated, with some deliberately taking a half-step forward.

Zhao Xiao immediately glared at him, "You! Go back!"

This is really getting interesting. It definitely commands the room.

Liang Yu sat up straight behind the monitor.

Old Mai quickly jotted down notes: "Life anchors replacing dangerous thrills...good stuff."

Lu Yuan then looked at Chen Xing.

"Don't think of interrogation pressure like in criminal investigation textbooks. Think of it another way: the neighborhood committee is checking for littering. You're in the right, and the other party is guilty. You don't need to yell; just use your aura to pressure them."

Chen Xing nodded, holding up his water bottle. "What about chasing and positioning?"

Lu Yuan looked down at Lao Liu, "The cat stole some cat treats and tried to escape under the table. How are you going to stop it?"

Inside the cat carrier, Lao Liu's ears twitched.

Lu Yuan walked to the set table and casually pointed to a few spots.

"Don't look at its face. Look at its knees, its center of gravity, and which way its toes are pointing. If it wants to go under the table, you should first block the outside of the table legs. If it wants to flip over the prop cabinet, you should get to the height difference in advance. Blocking is the key."

The sixth cat peeked out of its carrier and meowed.

Lu Yuan lowered his head: "I'm talking to you, you habitual offender."

Laughter erupted again in the shed.

Lu Yuan used a mineral water bottle as a target to demonstrate the blockade route.

He wasn't moving fast, but he managed to block all the exits. Under the table, beside the cabinet, along the door—every escape route was cut off in advance.

Chen Xing stared, mesmerized. "I'll give it a try."

He held up a half-full bottle of water and walked along the steps Lu Yuan had instructed him to take.

Without the gun, without the bloody memories, his movements became very steady. He relaxed his shoulders, lowered his center of gravity, and kept his eyes focused. With several extras moving in coordination, he could always intercept them half a step ahead of time.

On the monitor, Chen Xing still showed the inexperience of a rookie police officer, but the sense of spatial oppression was palpable.

Old Mai slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Incredible!"

Xu Zhou was startled: "Keep your voice down."

Old Mai pointed to the monitor: "Remove the weapons, and the deliberate performance is gone. This kind of suppression is more advanced. The audience may not understand tactics, but they understand the frustration of being blocked."

A light finally appeared in Liang Yu's eyes. "First, use a broom to sweep it up. Once it's cooked through, switch to a lightweight plastic gun. The high-quality metal replicas will be used last."

Zhao Xiao also regained some confidence.

He grabbed a broom and yelled again, "Line up!"

The extra smiled, covered her head, and squatted down. This time, she didn't cry.

Song Ze, watching from the side, couldn't sit still any longer.

He was saved by Lu Yuan a few days ago, and today he was taught a lesson by Lu Yuan. He has to prove that he is not a good-for-nothing.

"Teacher Lu, I'll give it a try too."

Song Ze grabbed a plastic broom. "I get it. Spatial control is all about center of gravity, routes, and sealing off areas."

Old Mai adjusted his glasses. "The theory is correct."

Song Ze lowered his body and, mimicking Lu Yuan's previous footsteps, cut between the two prop cabinets.

One step, two steps, he did it all with great skill, and Song Ze was very proud of himself!

In his third attempt, he tried to get into a corner, but ended up tripping over his own feet!

Song Ze slid to the side and squeezed himself into the narrow gap between two heavy prop cabinets.

Getting in was easy, getting out was hard. His upper body was stuck, the broom held horizontally in front of his chest, like a ribbonfish caught on a shelf.

He tried to turn around, but couldn't.

The assistant rushed up, "Teacher Song!"

Song Ze's ears turned red from holding it in. "Stop pulling! The more you pull, the more you'll choke!"

The sixth brother appeared out of nowhere and nimbly jumped onto the top of the prop cabinet next to him.

It looked down at Song Ze, who was stuck in the crevice, and flicked its tail.

"Meow." The sarcasm is very strong!

Chen Xing was the first to burst out laughing, squatting down in laughter.

Then there's Zhao Xiao, the stagehands, the makeup team, and the extras.

Song Ze, stuck in the crack of the cabinet, cried out in despair, "Sixth Brother, you can't do this! I just bought you canned food!"

The sixth brother called out again, even more eager!

Lu Yuan walked over, pulled out the broom first, and then asked the props team to move the cabinet half an inch away.

Song Ze was finally freed. He dusted himself off and his first words were not complaints.

"Did I misjudge the route just now?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him. "You've been misled by the villainous cat."

The sixth child wagged its tail. The whole group laughed even louder.

Liang Yu stood behind the monitor, watching the person come back to life on the screen.

The shadow from the past two days has finally been swept away by laughter.

He picked up the walkie-talkie; his voice was still hoarse, but his confidence had returned.