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

1:40.

"Attention all departments???Scene 50, Shot 1!"

"Action!"

Hit the board.

Xu Changlin leaped from the ten-meter-high platform, the wire catching his body, his toes touching the steel plate corridor eight meters above. He ran. Leaning forward, his pace was extremely fast.

After passing through the first corner, I squeezed through the gap, hooked my arm around the overhead beam, swung half a circle, and landed on the maintenance passage on the next floor.

The monitor feed was smooth. Su Qinghan's fingers moved faster on the armrest.

Xu Changlin rushed down the third ladder, his footsteps striking the perforated steel mesh with a metallic resonance. He was now five meters above the waste pile at the bottom.

"Bang???" A muffled, short sound, the sound of the metal's internal crystal lattice breaking, a piece of steel being torn apart from the inside.

On the cross-section of the main load-bearing buckle, the metal fatigue lines spread like a spider web for four months, and today they have finally come to an end.

The buckle broke.

The counterweight trough lost its restraint, and the 120-pound iron block inside plummeted down the derailed pulley.

The screeching sound of the pulley spinning freely was so sharp it could pierce eardrums.

The lighting crew assistant was the first to react and shouted.

Old Jin's walkie-talkie flew out of his hand and hit the ground.

The falling speed of the iron block increases frame by frame, driven by gravitational acceleration. Falling from a height of seven meters, it reaches the bottom in no more than one and a half seconds.

Xu Changlin heard a sound above his head.

Looking up, a dark, rusty iron block filled his field of vision. It was less than four meters above his head, approaching at a speed of nearly ten meters per second.

His leg moved to the right, the main rope of the harness still around his body, but the rope had lost its traction and was loosely wrapped around the steel frame, becoming a constraint instead.

Unable to take even a single step out, Xu Changlin's pupils dilated to their maximum.

Su Qinghan jumped up from the chair, her mouth agape.

There were over a hundred people on the set.

No one had time.

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Safe zone.

Lu Yuan was bent over twisting the lid of his thermos when he heard shouts.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something moving at high speed above me.

A metal block, weighing approximately 60 kilograms. Currently falling from a height of about four meters. Time remaining until impact. Negligible wind resistance. Impact point coordinates: Directly above Xu Changlin's spine, three centimeters to the left.

100% lethal.

??????

There were no throwing tools around him, and he was more than seven meters away from Xu Changlin horizontally, making it impossible for him to intervene vertically.

Within 0.3 seconds, his visual system scanned all objects within a one-square-meter area beneath his feet.

Forty centimeters from the outside of the left foot, half-buried in the loose soil, is an M20 heavy nut.

The ballistic model took shape in my mind.

Initial velocity of the nut, projectile elevation angle, rotational stability in air, and lateral torque generated after hitting the protruding edge of the iron block.

But he couldn't move. There were over a hundred pairs of eyes in the room, plus at least seven camera positions, plus Jiang Yan's monitoring system.

It can only be an "accident".

"Oh my god!!" Lu Yuan's voice exploded with a scream.

His legs went weak, his arms flailing wildly, the thermos flew out of his hand, and the 182-centimeter-tall man tumbled forward on all fours.

The sixth brother bounced off his shoe, his hair standing on end.

Lu Yuan's body leaned to the right, and his center of gravity collapsed to the left.

As his left foot fell to the ground, his toe brushed against the half-buried nut, and the front of his shoe flicked up at an extremely tricky angle.

The nut came off the ground.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the iron block overhead and Xu Changlin.

It rises along a parabola.

When the iron block was less than two meters away from Xu Changlin's skull, the nut struck a weld protrusion on the left edge of the iron block.

The point of impact is at the outermost edge of the iron block. The lever arm is maximized, and the efficiency of converting energy into rotational torque is amplified by the geometry of the point of impact.

The trajectory of the falling iron block deviated by a small angle.

enough!

Boom! The iron block grazed Xu Changlin's right shoulder, smashed through the perforated steel mesh beneath his feet, and fell from a height of five meters into the waste pile at the bottom.

Broken bricks and iron filings were blasted into the air. Dust rose up, obscuring half of the camera lens.

The steel mesh was smashed, creating a hole half a meter in diameter, with the metal wires at the edges curling outwards like flower petals.

Without that slight deflection, the hole would have been right there on Xu Changlin's body.

He died for two seconds inside the arena.

Even the outdoor unit of the air conditioner is no longer making any noise.

Then all the sounds came back together.

Su Qinghan's legs went weak, and she plopped back into her chair, dropping the megaphone from her hand. Old Jin and three others frantically rushed up the steel frame, scrambling on all fours. Xiao Zhong's face turned completely pale, and she dropped her thermos.

Xu Changlin stood on the edge of the steel mesh, looking down at the hole at his feet.

The dust kicked up by the iron block hitting the scrap heap was still rising and brushing against his trouser leg.

There was no fear on his face. Fear requires reaction time, and from the moment the buckle broke to the moment the iron block hit the ground, his emotions hadn't even had time to process.

Below, Lu Yuan sat on the ground.

My pants had a patch of dirt on the back, my left elbow scraped against some broken bricks, and my thermos rolled three meters away.

He got up, bent down to pick up the cup, and spilled all the goji berry water.

Lu Yuan stared at the empty cup for two seconds, his expression shifting from panic to heartache, and then to a deep-seated pain???he had used up his goji berry quota for the day, and there were only six berries in the cup.

"My goji berries..."

Old Six crawled out from under the I-beam, his hair still bristling, and crept over, nudging his calf with his head.

Lu Yuan scooped the cat out of the water.

"It's alright, it's alright. The metal piece just fell, it scared me to death."

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Filming was stopped immediately.

Su Qinghan called the logistics team leader over and berated him for seven minutes in front of the entire team, without repeating a single word.

Equipment inspection results: The main retaining ring was manufactured more than four years ago, and the metal fatigue cracks were propagating from the inside, which could not be detected by visual inspection.

"Attempted to evade safety hazard." As Su Qinghan signed the accident report, the tip of her pen pierced through the paper.

After Xu Changlin came down from the steel frame, he stood next to the broken steel mesh for a long time and looked at a hexagonal nut embedded in a crack in the concrete.

He left without saying anything.