Although Shork's shutter pressing was extremely fast, from the perspective of the reporter's professionalism, his professional level was undeniable, especially when the little girl threw a small stone at him, the method of pressing the shutter was fast, steadily and accurately.

\tIt is very difficult to take good photos in such dark nights, and it is not a tripod to help.

\tWarfield reporters, they are shooting battlefields. Just as the sentence posted on the wall in Sholk's room: If you can't stop the war, then tell the world the truth of the war.

\tIndeed, after the fact that the other party was dead was formed, I picked up the camera and took pictures of these things immediately, and then told the world that the war correspondents should do. But Sholk was too calm and made people feel cold-blooded.

\tThere was no tremor in his hands.

\t His heart seemed to have no tremor.

\tThe feeling of distance he was wearing a mask further exacerbated the coldness on his body.

\tIn just a dozen seconds, the shutter was pressed crazily.

"Hey, go home quickly." Sholk put down his camera and looked at the little girl in a low voice: "Go quickly, go there, there should be no conflict over there tonight."

The little girl grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it at Sholk again. This time she threw it directly on his forehead. Sholk did not hide, but turned his head after being hit.

Under the night, the crying little girl was blindfolded by tears, and she couldn't see the expression on Shork's face clearly, but Yan Jiuzheng could see clearly, and Shork had no expression.

"Go to the other side, hurry." The sound of running came from a distance. Sholk immediately squatted down, turned his head and looked at it. He squinted his eyes slightly to make himself see more clearly. A strong man ran over there, wearing a dark red short sleeve. After seeing this scene, Sholk decisively took two steps back, hid in the room, and pointed his hand in the direction to the west: "Run over there!"

Then, Sholk turned around and disappeared into the corner of the room.

When Sholk disappeared, Yan Jiuzheng had no idea. He rushed out decisively, picked up the little girl, and in order to prevent her from screaming, he immediately covered her mouth, hid in the room, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

The little girl looked at Yan Jiucheng in horror, and then the horror in her eyes disappeared, and she quickly flipped through her pocket and then took out a candy.

She recognized Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng easily opened his hand and took it in his pocket. Unfortunately, he threw all the candy that Gu Miqing handed him outside the car, and there was not much on his body.

"Sorry, I'm gone." Yan Jiucheng said suicide, picked up the little girl and hid in the basement.

"I grabbed one, and only ate half of it. This half was intended to be left for my brother, but..." The little girl's tears flowed out. She pursed her lips tightly. She lying on the ground, she wanted to share the only relative of the candy. Her head had been chopped off. I don't know where the head had gone. The little girl's body trembled, and her tears fell down, and she said in a very small voice: "But..."

Speaking of this, she gently tore open the candy paper and saw half a milk candy lying inside. The cut surface of the milk candy can also see the cute marks bitten by her little baby teeth.

The little girl raised her eyes and looked at Yan Jiucheng, and tears fell on the back of his hand.

"But I can't find his mouth."

Yan Jiucheng's eyes turned red after hearing this.

This is the saddest thing he has ever heard of so old.

The little girl put the candy in her pocket again, sniffed, stretched out her hand to wipe it hard on her clothes, and the clothes were covered with blood. In the dark space, the little girl in black was almost swallowed by the darkness.

The only thing that was not swallowed were the tears in their eyes and the occasionally exposed little dental teeth.

"Gesan!Gesan!" A low voice came from the ground. It sounded like a man, probably the voice of the man who had just run over.

"Red!" The little girl immediately raised her head, pushed Yan Jiucheng away, and ran outside. Yan Jiucheng quickly grabbed her and looked out vigilantly.

"He is my neighbor, Red." The little girl stretched out her hand and touched Yan Jiuzheng's face: "Thank you for your candy, I have to go and help."

As he said that, the little girl ran out, and the man in dark red clothes squatted down and hugged her: "Okay, baby, let's go, don't be afraid, let's go."

The little girl nodded, knelt on the ground, and gently helped the people on the ground to stroke the cracked clothes on their chests: "I'll take you home, brother."

Her thin shoulders were trembling, her tears were falling, and her little skirt was trembling slightly because of her trembling body, but her voice was firm.

The kind of perseverance that flowers in greenhouses do not have.

"My Gesan!" Another woman ran over next to her, with her curly flax hair, and suddenly rushed towards the little girl, picked her up and cried: "Don't be afraid, follow us in the future, don't be afraid."

The little girl's eyes were still looking at the headless man on the ground, and the young woman begged: "Suri, can you take my brother home? You have to be buried beside my parents. He said that you should be with your family even if you die."

As she said that, she reached out to cover her little chest: "When I die, I will sleep next to my family."

Speaking of death, the little girl about five years old still had a tits. She seemed to think of something, and tilted her head and added: "I can draw a head for my brother."

"Yeah, OK." The young woman with curly hair in linen kissed the little girl gently, then saw Yan Jiucheng. After seeing Yan Jiucheng, she looked around and then took two steps back.

The young man Red also saw Yan Jiucheng, and he immediately stretched out his hand to pull the woman and the girl behind him.

"He is a reporter, and I have eaten his candy." The little girl said.

Yan Jiuzhen took out the national flag of his country from his pocket and said, "Hey, my name is Yan Jiu. I am a reporter here. I will not hurt you, don't be afraid."

The young man did not say much, but bent down and carried the person on the ground. Yan Jiucheng planned to come forward to help, but the man named Red stared at Yan Jiucheng very vigilantly.

Yan Jiucheng quickly took a few steps back.

They disappeared into nearby buildings, and the blood along the way ticked into a dark red dotted line.

In the nearby building, a camera was aimed at Yan Jiucheng, and behind the camera was Shork.

Instead of leaving, he walked around from the dungeon to another building and continued to stare at this area.

Sholk's eyes were very complicated. He turned his head slightly, looked at Yan Jiuzheng in the camera, then put away the camera and disappeared into the night.

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Back in the basement, Yan Jiucheng no longer looked for Sholk, but ran in the dungeon according to the memory of the terrain in his mind, heading towards the International Press Station.

There were waves of stench coming from the passage of the dungeon.

When he ran, the little girl, the headless corpse, and the blood in the air attacked Yan Jiucheng's brain. This was not the first time he saw a person die. In the Gate of Hell, life was so lowly.

But the Gate of Hell is a place where evil people stay. Everyone who is sent in has blood donated in their hands. It is in line with the traditional values ​​they have accepted.

But this was the first time he saw a civilian die.

Although Yan Jiucheng didn't know that the dead man was the boy who lent him a gun, the clothes that the boy wore were ordinary clothes. He did not wear military boots or the uniform of the government army.

Even that young man was a civilian, but there were too many civilians with guns in this place.

If it weren't for war, how happy and beautiful the people on this land with rich mineral resources given by God. How wonderful the little girl who should have enjoyed her childhood would have.

The little girl's name is Gesang. In Tibetan, Gesang means happiness and beauty. Unfortunately, beauty or happiness is out of reach for the people in this land.

If I had known that when I came, I would have stuffed a few bags of candy and brought a few dolls like Gu Miqing, Yan Jiucheng thought.

"Hey." Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the fork in the road, blocking Yan Jiucheng.
Chapter completed!