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

The questioning lasted for less than forty minutes.

"Half-Pot Old Man," a leading account in China's antique appraisal circle, posted a video.

"I've been looking for this teapot for seven years."

The old man circled the side profile of the teapot on the tea tray in the surveillance footage, comparing it one by one from the fullness of the knob, the curvature of the spout, and the purplish patina of the clay, and attached four scanned copies of historical auction catalogs.

Conclusion: The original purple clay Dezhong teapot by Shao Daheng is genuine and perfectly matches the seven-figure transaction record of a spring auction in the 1990s.

But the last two paragraphs are the real killer.

"The young man said, 'When pouring the wine from a high position, the wrist was tilted by half an angle, causing the aroma to lose five percent of its complexity.'"

"Frankly speaking, in my thirty years of tea ware appraisal and collection, and having had countless tea tastings with the top tea connoisseurs in China—this is the first time I've met someone who could point out problems with Mr. Xu Changlin's water-pouring technique to his face."

"A screenwriter couldn't write something like this. Only someone who has personally handled dozens of million-dollar antique teapots and brewed thousands of top-grade Wuyi rock teas could make such a judgment within two seconds based on three dimensions: water temperature, water drop point, and aroma loss."

"Who exactly is this young man?"

The video of the old man with half a pot of wine was forwarded more than 10,000 times in two hours.

The antique circle, the tea circle, the film and television circle, and the criminal psychology enthusiast circle—four circles that would normally be completely unrelated—intersected because of the name Lu Yuan.

Netizens' perceptions began to crumble.

"A top expert who can recognize seven-figure teapots is wearing a pilling hoodie and drinking 19.9 yuan goji berry tea?"

"Is he poor or not? Is he pretending to be poor or is he genuinely poor? If he's genuinely poor, where did he get these skills from? If he's pretending to be poor—what's his motive???"

"My brain is completely blank, thank you."

The discussion was spiraling out of control. Su Qinghan glanced at Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming understood and sent out the third tidbit.

Abandoned steel plant. Security monitoring camera position in the distance.

At the top of the screen, the counterweight trough derailed, and the 120-pound iron block left the slide rail and began to fall.

Slightly to the left of the bottom of the image, a person wearing a gray hoodie is sitting on an I-beam, twisting a thermos cup.

The iron block fell.

"Oh my god!!"

The scream could be described as "slaughtering a pig"—sharp and piercing.

Lu Yuan's legs tumbled in an almost split-like arc on the ground, causing him to slide sideways and fall. His thermos flew out and bounced twice, while his elbow struck some broken bricks.

He rolled on the ground, scrambled to his feet, and then grabbed Lao Liu, who had popped out from under the I-beam. The two of them huddled together.

Old Six exploded into an orange fluffy ball.

Lu Yuan buried his face in the cat's back, his shoulders shaking.

On the right side of the screen, an iron block smashed through a steel mesh and fell into a pile of waste. The dust raised by the broken bricks lingered for half a minute before dissipating.

Lu Yuan's pants were covered in dust, and his knees were scraped. He bent down to pick up his thermos, only to find it empty. He stood there for a couple of seconds, holding the empty cup.

"My goji berries..."

The comment section erupted.

The top three highly praised comments all garnered over 100,000 likes within half an hour.

"Haha ...

"A split-step escape + pig-slaughtering screams + a failed attempt to save the goji berries. My criminal profiling thesis needs to be scrapped and rewritten."

#GojiBerryGodofWar#

#ThePoorestVillain#

#A man who lives by sheer luck#

#CatLoserThugOhMyGod#

Every trending topic is "boiling".

The production speed of memes was incredibly fast. Screenshots of Lu Yuan falling while doing the splits, shivering while holding Lao Liu, and bending over with heartache for Gouqi covered all platforms within half an hour.

All the terrifying conspiracy theories crumbled to dust before that cry of "Oh my god!"

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The Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, third floor.

On Jiang Yan's desk, her phone was perched next to a folder, the screen showing a paused security surveillance video.

Every time I watch it, I see the same moment: the instant Lu Yuan's left toe brushes against the M20 nut half-buried in the dirt.

The security camera's long-range view has insufficient resolution and a high angle; the contact between the toe and the nut is mostly obscured by the dust kicked up.

It garnered tens of millions of views across the internet, yet not a single person noticed.

What they saw was a terrified young man who slipped, did the splits, screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and trembled on the ground while hugging a cat.

What she saw was the trajectory of the projectile in the high-speed launcher. The nut started, rotated, struck the weld, and deflected the falling direction of the sixty-kilogram iron block.

The ballistic calculation is completed in 0.3 seconds.

Use falling as cover.

It saved Xu Changlin's life.

Then the entire internet shared this video as a funny compilation a million times.

The pencil was in her hand.

The pen broke in two with a crisp sound.

She glanced down at the wreckage in her hand, tossed the broken pencil into the pencil holder, and leaned back in her chair.

This person buried the truth in the laughter that has been viewed 100 million times with an "Oh my god!"

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An old residential area in the south of the city, third floor.

Lu Yuan yawned.

On my phone, the number of followers jumped from 360,000 yesterday to 1.17 million. And it's still rising.

He ran his thumb over the numbers on the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The sixth dog was squatting on the coffee table, licking its fur, with its hind legs raised, a rather unseemly posture.

Lu Yuan flipped his phone over and placed it face down on the sofa cushion, then turned to look at the cat.

"According to this flow rate."

The sixth brother's ears twitched.

"I'll be promoting that affordable cat litter that costs 8.9 yuan during my live stream tonight."

He reached out and ruffled the cat's head. "Orders should be booming."

......

The live broadcast last night went better than expected.

The affordable cat litter, priced at 8.9 yuan, sold out 1,400 orders. Lu Yuan turned off his phone and had a good night's sleep.

At 6:50 a.m., sunlight pierced through the gaps in the iron bars of the security window, landing squarely on Lao Liu's backside. The orange cat rolled over and kicked Lu Yuan in the face.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes, got up, brushed his teeth, and opened the refrigerator door.

There was half a cucumber, a bag of yogurt, and three cloves of garlic lying in the refrigerator. The freezer compartment hadn't even developed many frost flowers.

Today is Wednesday. The supermarket next door is having a limited-time 50% off sale on eggs starting at 8 a.m. on Wednesdays, limited to two boxes per person, first come, first served.

Lu Yuan put on the pilling windbreaker, scooped the still-sleepy Lao Liu out of the pillow, and stuffed him into the right pocket. The orange cat burrowed around in the pocket a couple of times, then settled into a comfortable position.

I went out and went downstairs.

At 7:40, I walked down to the first floor and passed through the rusty iron gate.

The footsteps stopped, and Lao Liu felt the sudden change in the tension of the human muscles in his pocket, and his ears turned forward ninety degrees.