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

He pulled a glass bottle from his coat with his right hand. With the bottle opening facing forward, he swung his arm in a circular motion, and the liquid rushed towards the bottle opening due to inertia.

From the moment he broke through the fence to the moment he approached Su Qinghan, the straight-line distance was less than two meters.

The security personnel had very little time to react and simply couldn't react in time.

Jiang Yan's right hand touched her lower back, but she knew in her heart that at this distance, angle, and with the density of people, any physical intervention would be later than the time when the liquid left the bottle.

Su Qinghan turned her head, and the glass bottle magnified in her field of vision. The liquid level at the bottle opening had already tilted to a critical angle, and the transparent liquid was about to detach from the container wall.

Her body couldn't do anything.

Lu Yuan, standing to the rear, flicked his right toe against the ground at a very small angle, as if he had been pushed by the panicked crowd and lost his balance.

He stumbled forward, falling in the direction the baseball cap had come from.

His right hand shot out, the movements haphazard and disorganized, like an ordinary person instinctively waving their hand to block a sudden danger. He was flustered and disorganized, rushing about without thinking.

The flowchart he was holding was flung straight during the swing.

The edge of the paper swept across the outside of the right wrist, which was held high with a baseball cap, at an extremely high linear speed.

Distal end of the styloid process of the ulna, ulnar nerve groove.

The edge of the paper sliced ​​through the skin, the wound so shallow that not a drop of blood would come out. The location and depth of the cut were so precise that it compressed the ulnar nerve trunk fibers, located 0.3 centimeters below the skin, onto the periosteum.

In the same movement, Lu Yuan applied a pulse-like, targeted pressure the instant his thumb touched the opponent's carpal tunnel.

0.1 seconds. Finger muscle belly → ulnar nerve trunk → forearm flexor muscles.

The expression on the man in the baseball cap froze.

His arm, which had been swinging in a wide arc, lost all tension at its highest point. His wrist felt like a concrete pillar stripped of its reinforcing bars.

The glass bottle fell vertically from his loosened hand, the liquid inside not yet having a chance to leave the bottle opening.

In the entire 0.3 seconds, no one saw what happened. They only saw the thug who rushed up raise one hand in mid-air and then inexplicably drop the bottle.

It was as if God had reached out and flicked him.

The glass bottle hit the stage carpet, shattering and splattering clear liquid everywhere.

An extremely sharp, acrid chemical odor, like a mixture of burnt plastic and corroding metal, emanated from the crack. The deep red imported wool carpet bubbled violently on the liquid-contact surface, and thick white smoke billowed upwards.

The man in the baseball cap was rolling on the ground screaming, clutching his right wrist. His entire hand was spasming in a claw-like shape, with his fingers bent at an abnormal angle, completely unable to move on their own.

The entire game was dead for two seconds.

Then the sound blew the roof off the grand theater.

Screams, shoving, chairs falling over, and shouts from security personnel blended into a white noise. The crowd in the fan zone surged outwards like water rippled by a stone.

Su Qinghan looked down at the charred pit that was sizzling and smoking a meter in front of her.

If that liquid spills—

Her knees buckled.

Lu was standing with his back to her, like a thick wall.

Su Qinghan grabbed his sleeve, her nails digging into the fabric.

She pressed herself against him from behind, her arms encircling his waist.

She buried her face in his back.

The famous female director, who was always aloof and indifferent to everyone on set, in the editing room, and at press conferences, was like a seashell shattered by the waves, all its edges retracted, and it was trembling violently.

Lu Yuan felt the warmth and rhythm emanating from his back. He raised his left hand from his side and placed it on the back of Su Qinghan's hand that was wrapped around his waist, his palm covering her knuckles.

The sound of camera shutters clicked incessantly, like a torrential downpour.

Hundreds of mobile phones were pointed at this screen.

Tomorrow's entertainment headlines won't need any more fabrication.

Xu Changlin stood on the other side of the stage, took off his coat, walked over, and draped it over Su Qinghan's shoulder, blocking the side view of the camera.

"Alright, go down now."

Security personnel subdued the attacker, and Jiang Yan was the first to rush onto the stage.

On the attacker's right wrist, there was a very shallow scratch on the skin, and his entire right hand was in a claw-like spasm, with all five fingers unable to extend.

Ulnar nerve injury.

Jiang Yan's breath hitched, and she turned to look at Lu Yuan. The thermos was back in his hand, and he was gently patting Su Qinghan's hand with his other hand. Su Qinghan's forehead was still buried in his shoulder, showing no sign of letting go.

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Security room.

Jiang Yan sat in front of the monitoring station, where the 4K camera footage from the front of the stage was playing on the screen.

She dragged the progress bar to one second before the incident, then switched to 100x slow speed.

In the scene, Lu Yuan takes a step by tiptoeing on his right foot. He staggers forward. His right hand extends.

During the straightening process of the A4 paper, the contact angle between the paper surface and the skin of the wrist is seventeen degrees. The pad of the thumb completes a pressure force accurate to the millimeter within a 0.05-second window of contact with the carpal tunnel.

From the start to the completion of the strike, his eye movements showed no searching or aiming process.

He had already completed all his calculations the moment the attackers broke through the fence.

Jiang Yan pushed the chair away from the monitoring station and sat there for a long time.

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The premiere attack became the number one trending topic on all platforms that night.

The video of Lu Yuan rescuing people amidst the chaos while holding a thermos cup garnered over 100 million views in three hours.

Because none of the camera angles and resolutions could capture the detail of the paper cutting the wrist, the version seen online is: the thugs rushed up, Lu Yuan stood in front of Su Qinghan, and the thugs accidentally dropped the bottle.

Trending topics: #LuckyKoiGodLuYuan# #SuQinghanHoldsLuYuanHoldingHold# #BlackGoldPremiereAttack#

The second term generated more discussion than the attack itself.

The comments section was flooded all night.

"The thermos cup warrior strikes again! It can barely stand, its life is truly tough!"

"When Director Su hugged Lu Yuan, I was totally blown away! I was totally blown away! I was totally blown away!"

Fun fact: Pinduoduo's goji berry water can neutralize strong acids. Fun fact: Lu Yuan might be the luckiest unlucky guy in all of China.

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The following afternoon, the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division.

Jiang Yan finished typing the last line of the "Assessment Report on Extremely Dangerous Persons" on her computer.

"Given that the target possesses the ability to inflict precise injury in any public place using any personal belongings, and that their behavior patterns cannot be effectively predicted through long-distance monitoring, we request that the target be placed under close-range daily surveillance."

Sign and submit.

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

Lu Yuan opened a boxed lunch that cost a little over ten yuan on the coffee table. It was Kung Pao Chicken rice; the rice was packed tightly together, and the amount of chicken was decent.

Old Liu squatted on the corner of the coffee table, nudging his nose twice towards the lunchbox.

"There are peanuts in the diced chicken, you can't eat it."

The sixth one meowed defiantly.

A sound came from the corridor: the clicking of a suitcase's wheels rolling over the terrazzo floor.