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

"Takeout box," Lu Yuan said, "with a lid, preferably one that doesn't leak."

The stagehand nodded blankly, "Yes, yes."

Three minutes later, everyone saw Lu Yuan carrying a stack of food containers, retracing his steps back to the safe house.

Shen Yiming stood in the exit hall, the ribbon still draped over his shoulder, his voice weak: "Where did Brother Lu go?"

He Rihuo closed his eyes and said, "This humble monk dares not calculate."

Big Smoke peered down the corridor: "They're not going to go back and tear down the production crew, are they?"

Meng Ying thought for a moment: "He just asked about food storage containers."

Everyone fell silent at the same time.

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji stared at the monitor.

Inside the safe house, Lu Yuan skillfully opened the barely touched lunchbox on the table.

The food storage container is filled to the brim, the lid is tightly closed, and a plastic bag is placed inside.

He packed up all the uneaten boxed lunches! The whole process was clean and efficient!

Xiao Zhao stared at the screen, his throat bobbing, "President Yan, this part..."

Old Fang grabbed him by the back of the neck: "Don't ask."

In the exit hall, Lu Yuan returned carrying a bag.

Shen Yiming's expression had completely lost control: "Brother Lu, are you getting takeout?"

Lu Yuan looked at him: "It's for Lao Liu. Such a high-end business double-flavored drink is a waste."

He Rihuo: "Teacher Lu, this humble monk has attained enlightenment."

Lu Yuan: "What are you trying to comprehend?"

Even the Demon King has to live his life.

Lu Yuan nodded: "That makes sense."

......

A night breeze blew through the parking lot, and the lights at the recording studio were still on. Jiang Yan leaned against the SUV.

Lu Yuan walked over carrying the bag.

"Officer Jiang."

Jiang Yan looked at him.

"We both live in an old neighborhood in the south of the city," Lu Yuan said. "Could you give me a ride if you're going that way? It'll save you some taxi fare!"

Jiang Yan stared at the bag of leftover food in his hand, then at his self-righteous face.

"You just received a six-figure appearance fee."

"The announcement fee is the announcement fee, and taking a taxi is taking a taxi."

Jiang Yan turned around and opened the car door: "Get in."

Lu Yuan sat in the passenger seat, placed the bag of leftover food at his feet, and even straightened the soup container.

As the car drove out of the base and passed two intersections, a rather unseemly noise came from the passenger seat.

*Gurgle*—Lu Yuan's stomach rumbled.

Lu Yuan looked out the window: "The amount of exercise I did just now was a bit too much."

"Didn't you already pack it up?"

"That belongs to the sixth brother."

Jiang Yan turned the steering wheel and parked the SUV outside the roadside barbecue stall.

A tin shed, plastic stools, the smell of charcoal mingling with cumin. The stall owner has a loud voice, and several tables of customers are drinking beer and playing drinking games. The lively atmosphere washes away the cold light in the entertainment studio.

The two sat down at a small table in the corner.

Jiang Yan ordered lamb skewers, chicken wings, and grilled buns, then slapped the menu in front of Lu Yuan.

"Eat. Then you'll explain."

Lu Yuan picked up disposable chopsticks: "What do you want me to say?"

Jiang Yan placed her phone on the table; the screen displayed a slow-motion screenshot of the surveillance footage she had captured.

"Blindly open a three-dimensional logic lock in three seconds".

She drew a line, "Using my sense of smell to determine impurities in industrial dry ice."

Then, he "shrank his bones and escaped the twelve deadly knots of navigation."

Lu Yuan picked up a skewer of mutton and blew on it.

"I've loved watching acrobatics since I was a child. It's a folk craft, something street performers all know."

Jiang Yan's chopsticks snapped and bent.

Lu Yuan took another bite: "Bone shrinking is also acrobatics. I learned it from watching TV when I was a kid."

Jiang Yan: "What TV shows did you watch when you were a kid? 'Shaolin Temple Underground Killing Techniques Tutorial'?"

"It's a local station," Lu Yuan said. "The programs are all over the place."

Jiang Yan put down her chopsticks: "Where's the dry ice?"

"A life hack," Lu Yuan answered sincerely. "The internet says you can't use low-quality dry ice indiscriminately, but I love learning."

Jiang Yan stared at him. The man opposite her had his mouth full of grease, his expression innocent, and he didn't even bother to be polite when he lied.

She had just witnessed firsthand how this body reacted in extreme conditions.

Without any unnecessary actions or hesitation, hazard identification and handling were seamlessly integrated.

Now, he uses "local TV acrobatics" and "life hacks" to put her professional judgment on the barbecue table.

Absurd, and very much in line with Lu Yuan's style!

The vendor brought out the chicken wings.

Lu Yuan casually took the largest string of beads.

Jiang Yan tapped the edge of the plate with her chopsticks: "I ordered it."

"You just told me to eat it."

"I'm asking you to explain."

"I confessed, but you don't believe me."

Jiang Yan sneered: "I don't believe you for a second."

Lu Yuan pushed half a chicken wing back onto the skewer: "Then you eat this, it'll help calm your temper."

Jiang Yan glanced at him, didn't take it, and instead pushed the two skewers of mutton in front of her over.

"Stop playing the victim. You've made six figures, and you're still thinking about my late-night snack?"

"Officer Jiang's treat is a good example of harmonious police-community relations."

"You're paying."

"I just hitched a ride, so I should pay according to the rules." Lu Yuan took out his phone. "But can I get an invoice? It should be addressed to Lao Liu Culture Media."

Jiang Yan almost broke the disposable chopsticks.

In the end, Lu Yuan still paid the bill.

Ninety-eight yuan. He paused for three seconds on the payment screen, confirming that there was no discount coupon, and looked pained.

Jiang Yan saw it, turned her head to drink water, and her shoulder twitched slightly.

Back in the old neighborhood in the south of the city, the two went upstairs one after the other.

Jiang Yan stopped at the door.

"Lu Yuan".

"Um?"

"I will include what happened today in the safety report."

Lu Yuan thought for a moment: "Don't write about leftovers."

Jiang Yan stared at him for a while, then turned and opened the door.

"Go back and feed the cat."

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Good night, Officer Jiang."

The door next door closed.

Inside the house, the sixth dog heard the noise and was already squatting in the entryway, its tail sweeping the floor.

Lu Yuan lifted the bag.

"Son, your dad packed up some things for you and brought them back."

Next door, Jiang Yan leaned against the door and heard the sound of lunchboxes being opened over there.

Lu Yuan lined up the food containers he had packed back.

The braised beef brisket is first blanched in hot water, as the sauce is too heavy for a cat to eat; the chicken thighs are deboned, taking only the meat from the middle.

The sixth cat squatted in front of the cat bowl, its tail curled into a chubby question mark.

"Don't rush."

Lu Yuan shoved the last bit of chicken leg meat into the pot. "Your dad almost got soaked to the bone by the production crew outside. It wasn't easy bringing you a midnight snack, was it?"

The sixth brother lowered his head and started eating.

Lu Yuan leaned against the side, making sure it was eating happily, before washing his hands, turning off the light, and collapsing onto the bed with a clear conscience.

Three seconds later, the breathing rate stabilized.

-

The following morning, in the Escape Room building, in the post-production server room.

A row of monitors glowed coldly in the room. Coffee cups were piled in the corner, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. The air smelled of people staying up late, feeling anxious, and the smell of editing software about to crash.

Yan Ji sat in the control chair, his eyes bloodshot.

On the screen, Lu Yuan closed his eyes and walked through the mirror maze.

In the next section, Lu Yuan unlocks the door in three seconds.

In the next scene, Lu Yuan poked the valve with a wire, and the gas chamber's safety system immediately failed.

Continuing on, three NPCs in the morgue lined up to deliver keys and even accepted spicy snacks.

Yan Ji was pulling at his hair. Old Fang stood beside him, holding a cup of coffee, his face even more bitter than the coffee itself.

"Mr. Yan, how do we announce this?"

No one answered!