Lu Shixiu was in the study.

received a call from Darren and opened a Weibo that he hadn't used for a long time.

Seeing the scene of Wen Yiren's Weibo, I thought to myself.

Do you want to send another big red envelope?

Or direct real-name authentication in sending red envelopes?

In the end, Lu Shixiu just left a silent message.

Your Mr. Hugh: You are the only one.

For Lu Shixiu, who has no certification, who knows that 'your Mr. Hugh' is him?

Yes, Lu Shixiu's message was successfully ignored by Wen Yiren.

Recently, the crew has been very busy, and Wen Yiren fell asleep quickly.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the crew, I saw a group of people gathered around to discuss.

"You said that you are a good person, how can you say that it is gone!"

"But no, yesterday was still helping us sort things out, why ...... today"

Wen Yiren subconsciously surrounded him, "What's wrong?" ”

"Yiren, you don't know yet, Zou Xiaoyu is dead."

"Zou Xiaoyu?"

"It's the one who always helps us move things, heck, I'll show you the pictures."

Wen Yiren took a look at it and instantly remembered that he accidentally bumped into Jin Xiaoxi yesterday.

"I think she was fine yesterday, how did she die?"

"It was a suicide, and her roommate found out drinking pesticides and died this morning."

"What happened to her?"

"There shouldn't be, I have a good relationship with her, she just graduated from college and came to our crew for an internship, she is single, there is no suicide because of love, and she opens a small store at home, the conditions should not be bad, and she will not commit suicide because of money."

"Or depression, it's not easy for a depressed person to see unless she says it herself."

"It's possible."

This Zou Xiaoyu, although she can't remember the name, but after looking at the photo, that person is gentle and pleasant.

The staff in the crew is also good, it seems that the choreographer who has learned is now an assistant to the choreographer, occasionally helping with chores, and he looks at it every day with a smile, not like a person who has depression.

"Ahem."

As they were discussing, a cough suddenly interrupted the group.

Wen Yiren subconsciously looked over, it was Song Qingyu.

She looked very haggard, her eyes were already noticeably blue, her lips were pale, and she needed the help of an assistant to walk.

"Sister Qingyu, you are so sick!"

"That's it, Sister Qingyu, why don't you take a leave of absence and go back to rest?"

Song Qingyu shook his head and sat down on the rest chair.

Her illness is quite strange, she went to the hospital for injections after filming yesterday, and today she was stunned that there was no sign of improvement at all, but it was getting worse and worse.

"What are you doing here, why are you all huddled together?"

"Sister Qingyu, it's Zou Xiaoyu, it's the assistant director, the girl who interned, committed suicide by eating pesticides in the rental house last night."

"Suicide?"

Song Qingyu was a little surprised.

"Yes, we were also surprised to get the news, the director and screenwriter have gone to the police station, let us wait first, and start work later."

Song Qingyu subconsciously looked at Wen Yiren.

Wen Yiren shrugged his shoulders, moved a low stool, and slowly walked to Song Qingyu's distance of one meter and sat down.

"Ahem......"

"You didn't go to the doctor?" Wen Yiren asked in a whisper.

"Look, I spent last night in the hospital."

"Why doesn't it feel better?"

"I don't know, maybe the medicine in the hospital is not working?"

Song Qingyu smiled.

Wen Yiren glanced at her pale face, "Give me your hand." ”

Quickly helped Song Qingyu take the pulse and made sure that there was nothing abnormal.

At least, I wasn't haunted by ghosts.