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

The smell was unbearable in a tin shack of less than ten square meters.

Lin Yue took a step back and instinctively covered his nose, then realized that this action was impolite, so he put his hand down, but the muscles on his face were all contorted.

The youngest member of the production crew turned his head to the wall, his shoulders shaking.

The medical staff, expressionless, pulled a pack of diaper pads from the cabinet. Professionalism.

The scarred man's mouth was open.

Lu Yuan straightened up and took a step back. His expression returned, showing a hint of embarrassment.

"Big...Big brother, are you in pain? It's normal to lose control when it hurts a lot."

He patted the scarred man on the shoulder.

Scarface trembled even more violently.

The whole bed was shaking along with him.

"No...it wasn't him..." Scarface's teeth chattered, each word squeezed out from between them, "He didn't kick me, I...I slipped and fell myself..."

Lin Yue thought he had misheard.

"Didn't you just say—"

"I was just kidding!" Scarface burst into tears. Snot and tears streamed down his face, mixed with cold sweat from his forehead, making his whole face look like he'd been pulled out of the water.

"I brought the nail with me; I was just playing around with it. It has nothing to do with him, it has nothing to do with anyone else! It was just my own carelessness!"

He started shaking his head frantically.

"I don't want compensation! I won't call the police! Let me go! I'm leaving right now!"

He struggled to get off the bed. The gauze on his thigh tore open, and fresh blood seeped out. The medical staff quickly pushed him back down.

Scarface lay on the soaked sheets, sobbing uncontrollably, mumbling "I'm sorry" and "I'll never do it again."

The tin shack remained quiet for a while.

Only the scarred man's sobs and the hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit could be heard.

Lin Yue stood there, her mouth opening and closing three or four times. She turned her head to look at Lu Yuan, then at Scarface, and finally at the half-finished accident report in her hand.

Is this matter... settled?

Lu Yuan scratched the back of his head, and Chong Linyue gave him a relieved smile.

"Director Lin, you see, this guy said it's his own problem... Um, can I go back now? It's time for Lao Liu to have dinner."

Lin Yue nodded mechanically.

Lu Yuan unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of goji berry water. As he walked to the door, he glanced back at Scarface.

"Take good care of yourself, big brother."

Scarface buried his face in the pillow, not daring to lift it.

The door closed.

The footsteps in the corridor faded into the distance, interspersed with the soft whimpering of a cat. They were probably looking for Lao Liu.

Inside the tin shack, Jiang Yan tucked her arms in and stepped out from the corner. She glanced down at the evidence bag next to the scarred man's head; the steel nails were still lying quietly inside.

She picked up the evidence bag and put it back in her pocket.

......

The air purifier in the hospital's VIP ward was humming.

Zhao Xiujie stood by the window, his back to his portly assistant. He had changed out of his hospital gown and was now wearing his own clothes.

The chubby assistant finished recounting what had happened.

Zhao Xiujie turned around. "You mean, he stabbed himself and then peed?"

"Yes...yes."

Zhao Xiujie picked up the thermos from the bedside table, swung it around, and smashed it out.

The thermos bounced back, spun three times on the floor tiles, and the lid flew off and rolled to the bathroom doorway.

The chubby assistant huddled in the corner, barely daring to breathe.

Zhao Xiujie's temples were bulging, and the veins under his skin were clearly visible. He took two steps, then turned back and braced himself on the edge of the bed with both hands.

In the warehouse, I was intimidated by his gaze. At the reading session, I was overwhelmed by his knowledge. During the makeup session, I was completely captivated by his aura. Hot water was splashed back onto my crotch. The person I sent drove a nail into his own leg.

Every time he devised a plan, every time his opponent responded, the result was always the same: Zhao Xiujie made a fool of himself.

And afterwards, that person was still able to hold a thermos and eat cat treats, as if nothing had happened.

"waste."

Zhao Xiujie straightened up and tugged at his collar.

What's the show tomorrow?

The chubby assistant scrolled through his phone: "This afternoon, at an unfinished building in the suburbs, a chase in the rain. You and he had a shoving confrontation—"

Zhao Xiujie picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulder. "This time we don't need to look for anyone."

The chubby assistant paused, stunned: "Brother Jie?"

"I'll do it myself."

The chubby assistant stood in the middle of the ward, which was littered with debris, his shirt sticking to his back with sweat.

He had known Zhao Xiujie for four years. He had seen him throw tantrums, act arrogantly, and sabotage him. But Zhao Xiujie never laid a hand on him. As an idol, his hands and face were more valuable than his life.

This time is different.

---

2 PM the following afternoon.

Suburbs, unfinished buildings.

This construction site has been abandoned for at least three years. After the developer absconded, only a half-finished frame structure remained standing in the middle of the wasteland.

The ground was a mixture of overturned loess and broken concrete blocks. In the middle of the site was a pit, four meters long, three meters wide, and a little over two meters deep.

The continuous rain had filled most of the pit, and a layer of grayish-green foam and rotting construction debris, including planks, plastic sheeting, and broken bricks, floated on the surface, all mixed into a pot of paste.

Lu Yuan, wearing a transparent disposable raincoat issued by the film crew, stood next to the equipment truck. He opened the passenger door a crack, and Lao Liu, perched on the seat with its front paws on the seatbelt buckle, meowed at him.

"Stay put." He stuffed half a towel into the gap to block the wind, then took a can of cat food from his pocket and placed it next to the handbrake. "I'm going to work."

The sixth brother lowered his head and licked the can, ignoring him.

Lu Yuan closed the car door and strolled over to the B camera position. He unscrewed the thermos, and the aroma of goji berries wafted out. He blew on the goji berries on the surface of the water and slowly took a sip.

The photography assistant next to him was frantically putting waterproof covers on the lenses.

Lu Yuan glanced at it twice: "Twist this buckle half a turn to the left before pressing it; it's easier that way."

The photography assistant did as instructed. Click! Perfectly aligned.

"Thank you, Brother Lu."

Lu Yuan waved his hand and continued blowing on his goji berry water.

---

Ten minutes before filming begins.

Zhao Xiujie got out of the van and walked toward the production crew.

Su Qinghan was confirming the camera angle with the director of photography. Zhao Xiujie came over and stood to her side.

"Director Su, I have an idea for that final shoving scene."

Su Qinghan turned her head.

"Let's change the positioning," Zhao Xiujie pointed to the mud pit in the center of the field, "Move the end point of the standoff to the edge of the pit. When the two of you are pulling each other to the edge of the mud pit, you feel like you're about to fall in at any moment. The tension on the edge of danger is ten times stronger than pushing each other on flat ground."

Su Qinghan did not answer immediately. She glanced at the mud puddle, then at Zhao Xiujie.

Zhao Xiujie's attitude was very sincere: "I really couldn't handle the last scene, it was my fault. I want to give it my all in today's scene."