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

But the boy looked concerned and at a loss for what to do.

Mudfish shook off Lu Yuan's hand, covered his mouth full of blood and foam, and scrambled out of the crowd.

Five meters away, the raw eggplant in Jiang Yan's hand was crushed, and purple juice dripped down her fingers.

Others saw it as an accidental slip. But Jiang Yan knew it was a blatant act of annihilation.

By observing changes in the airflow behind them or the faintest rustling sound of clothing, they could anticipate the instantaneous movements of a theft.

That half-step back was a tiny movement of the body, using the terrain to disrupt the opponent's balance. The whole process took a fraction of a second; it was a killing technique ingrained in their very bones, a muscle reflex.

The perfect disguise afterwards, the innocent and panicked face of a well-meaning passerby, without a single fluctuation in micro-expression.

Jiang Yan's back was covered in cold sweat, and the breeze blowing through the old street made her feel chilled to the bone.

She pressed her hand against the camera on her collar and took deep breaths to calm her heart.

Directly in front of you.

The extremely dangerous and deranged serial killer, Lu Yuan, was happily using the five cents he had saved from haggling to successfully exchange a discarded fish head from a fishmonger.

He carried a dripping, fishy-smelling red plastic bag, shuffling along in his flip-flops, humming a tune from the Phoenix Legend that was way off-key, and swayed away. Passing a steamed bun shop, he swallowed hard, seemingly reluctant to leave.

That evening, the city bureau's technical room did not turn on its headlights.

Jiang Yan imported the surveillance footage into the main screen, extracted the two-second clash in the market, and played it in slow motion frame by frame.

The mouse cursor circled the sliding trajectory of Lu Yuan's left foot and the parabola of the mudfish falling.

Xiao Liu, holding a bowl of instant noodles, leaned close to the screen and stared for a while: "This...this blond guy's luck is really bad, he tripped and fell down?"

"This is a preliminary step in a strangulation technique that destroys the human body's dynamic balance with minimal kinetic energy." Jiang Yan's voice was muffled. "Xiao Liu, retrieve Lu Yuan's file and list him as a top-level observation target for the Municipal Bureau."

"Captain Jiang, Special Observer? The last person to receive this treatment was that foreign bandit who fled here two years ago with several lives on his hands?" Xiao Liu's hand trembled, and he almost spilled instant noodle soup on the keyboard.

Jiang Yan unplugged the data hard drive and stared intently at Lu Yuan's languid and casual back view in the still image.

"He doesn't need knives or guns if he wants to. He can silently send half of our team to the morgue with his bare hands."

At the same time, in the urban village of Shudian.

Lu Yuan sneezed loudly. He rubbed his itchy nose, carefully removed the small bones from the boiled fish pieces, and put them into the yogurt lid.

"Sixth Brother, dinner's ready."

The little orange cat, dragging its splint, limped out of its tattered thermal underwear and buried its face in its food bowl, wolfing down its food.

......

The latest episode of "Who's the Murderer" will be available online at 12 noon sharp.

The marketing team had already prepared press releases to generate buzz, with trending topics like "When will the hottest man reappear?" and "Qiao Chen's hilarious scenes" appearing at the bottom of the page. Countless viewers clicked on the streaming app just to see how these seasoned veterans would create exaggerated effects.

The progress bar moves to the stage of the abandoned underground warehouse.

The dim overhead light cut through the shadows. Lu Yuan, with his sharply defined and cold face, appeared in the center of the frame. The barrage of comments surged for the first time.

"Is this a new NPC? He's pretty good-looking."

"Three minutes. I need all the information on this man."

The harmony in the comments section lasted less than half a minute before the tone took a sharp turn for the worse.

He Rihuo stumbled over his lines, sweating profusely; Wang Yao took a half-step back and stepped on his foot, not daring to respond or ask any further questions; Qiao Chen, who usually portrays herself as a reckless woman, chose to give up with a dry laugh when faced with the gun-grabbing scene, her timid and hesitant behavior was captured on camera and sent to the national audience.

The screen was instantly covered by bold question marks.

"Are variety shows now so blatantly scamming people out of money?"

"Could this script be any more blatant? Three A-list stars, all playing cowards to carry a newcomer with a minor role—how much money must the investors have shoved in?"

"That sweat on He Rihuo's face must have been from before he went on stage. This NPC was completely expressionless the whole time, except for his face; was he even slightly scary?"

The outcry quickly grew into a massive online campaign. A campaign against investors for forcing connections into the entertainment industry and against the blatant fabrication of content in variety shows was taking shape.

Two hours later, the wind direction was abruptly cut off.

Bilibili. "Night Owl," a dual-platform video analysis UP master with eight million hardcore fans, broke his usual bi-weekly upload schedule and hastily uploaded a six-minute video analysis. Title: "Frankly speaking, I suggest investigating the background of that extra in 'Who's the Murderer'."

The video has no background music and starts off very directly.

"Everyone is criticizing the actors for their exaggerated acting and for creating hype for newcomers. But after watching the original footage three times frame by frame using a step-by-frame tool, I came to a chilling conclusion. He Rihuo and the others weren't acting; they were genuinely terrified."

The scene freezes on the brief moment when Lu Yuan pushes open the door and enters. A red cursor draws geometric reference lines on a black background.

"Look closely at those four seconds after entering. The body shifts to the left, the back pressed against the cabinet's facade, the exposed area of ​​the front forcibly blocked in a blind spot. This isn't just any random stance."

"This guy's right heel is barely touching the ground, while the ball of his foot grips the ground. In practical combat, this is called a kinetic fulcrum for a powerful attack. If things go wrong, he can use this momentum to deliver a quick kill or make a complete retreat."

Night Owl pulled up a perspective view of an overseas mercenary combat training manual, and the two trajectories overlapped 100%.

"Next, observe the line of sight. Scan high-level firing positions in 0.5 seconds, filter blind spots in 1.2 seconds, and finally pinpoint the most vulnerable area—the carotid artery—of the three visitors."

"No hesitation or hesitation; this is a muscle reflex honed through hundreds and thousands of life-or-death battles. You expect a background actor in a film production to act with a script in hand? Even an Oscar-winning actor couldn't fake this non-reflexive professional instinct."

Then, the video skipped to the casino's card dealing sequence. The frame rate was slowed down tenfold. A red light locked onto Lu Yuan's slender fingers.

With one hand, the fifty-two playing cards disintegrate in mid-air into three gears, interlocking and meshing seamlessly together.

"Initially, some viewers thought it was a visual effect or post-production editing. I zoomed in on the edges of the light and shadow, and there were no frame drops or gaps. It's a piece of work that completely defies the limits of ergonomics."

"What's even more dangerous is that while performing these movements, his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling. He was completely mentally exhausted, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he displayed the level of a master gambler controlling the game."

Night Owl provides the conclusion.

"This isn't for the sake of the plot. This is pure dimensional reduction."

After the video analysis was uploaded, a strange vacuum appeared in the comment section. Subsequently, the data exploded dramatically.

"That makes sense. Qiao Chen saved his life by not trying to grab the gun. At that distance and angle, if he had reached out, he might have been snapped in two by a joint lock on the spot."

"A documentary! This is definitely a documentary about wanted criminals who escaped from the dark web!"