"How's it going? Bo Yu is nothing serious? " He asked.

"Don't worry, I can't die, but I will delay the process for some time." Mi Ran'er touched the bandage on his neck. "Did you check the whole thing?"

The director nodded, "yes, the props group said that before shooting, they had checked everything, absolutely no abnormality! What's more, these things have been fixed when setting up the scenery. How can they not come down early or late, but at such a time? "

Miran'er said that if she knew the reason, she would stand foolishly under the lamp post waiting to be smashed.

She came to all the props group, Falcon's eyes in these people's face one by one swept.

"Who is on this side of the lamp rack?"

The group leader came out, pointed to a small boy in the second row and said in a low voice, "it's all Xiaojiu. He also built the light shelf here, but Xiaojiu is an old employee. He certainly won't make such a low-level mistake! I can guarantee it. "

"Are you sure you can guarantee it? Now, an Baiyu is still lying in the hospital, and his life and death are uncertain. Moreover, he may still have a lifelong sequela. He is an actor, and his scars will affect some scenes later. Who will be responsible for these losses? It's the guarantor. How about you? Or is the real murderer found out later responsible? "

Mi Ran'er's continuous questioning made the patriarch's face turn white. He opened his mouth and could not say a word.

Miran'er's mouth was filled with a sneer, and her eyes fell on the little wine.

Xiaojiu looks very "shy" and does not dare to touch mi Ran'er's eyes. Mi Ran'er directly attributes her performance to "guilty heart".

"Little wine, right? You come out and we'll talk. "

Miran'er felt that the more he looked at an honest man, the more suspicious he was.

Little wine's face was stiff, and almost instantly, cold sweat came out of his forehead.

"I... I didn't! I didn't do it, really... "He began to argue in a panic," I managed to find a fairly well paid job. How could I lose my job like this? Miss Gu, don't be unjust

Miran'er said with a faint smile, "do I say that you are the murderer now? I want to know something about the structure of the lamp holder. Is that ok? Or do you subconsciously feel that I doubt you? "

Xiaojiu was speechless, opened his mouth, and finally looked at Mi Ran'er, but his eyes were full of panic.

Mi Ran'er didn't want to deal with him. He turned his eyes to the director beside him.

The director frowned, "come out! Just a few words. What are you doing in such a hurry? Is it really your boy who did it? "

"I... I'm not..."

Xiaojiu gritted his teeth and followed mi Ran'er to the rest room.

"Xiaojiu, where are you from? How many years have you been in this business? You just said that this job is a high paid occupation. How much is your monthly salary? " Mi Ran'er asked Xiaotao to pour a glass of water for Xiaojiu and let Xiaojiu sit down. She asked with a faint smile.

She was also wearing a military green costume. When she asked about Xiaojiu, it really seemed that the leaders were concerned about the grassroots staff.

The little wine sat stiff.

"I'm a stranger. I've been doing this for more than three years. I've got more than 10000 yuan a month... Almost... Enough to support my family..." Xiaojiu's fingertips trembled when he spoke.