I have to say that Li Xueer's death frightened some reporters.

Although the housekeeper gave the final picture, what caused her, such a amorous woman, to resolutely take off her clothes and jump down like this?

Is it an emotional entanglement?

No matter how you look at it, the trembling golden retriever bag who was taken away by the police after seeing the photo doesn't look like a capable person who can make Li Xuehe fall in love and can't extricate himself and then commit suicide.

Because of their professional habits, reporters who have developed a sense of smell for all walks of life are naturally not tired of it, and they really want to stop what happened to the three people who were taken away by the police.

But the housekeeper's operation is too smooth, and procedurally speaking, since these three people are involved in the case, the reporters do not have the right to interview these three colleagues.

After asking a lot of questions around the housekeeper, the housekeeper answered any question impeccably.

Asked: "Excuse me, I heard that there is a black family behind this villa complex, can we go in and interview?"

Answer: "There are a lot of them* that were buried seven years ago, and we fenced them off to protect the refugees from trespassing. ”

Follow-up asked: "Since it is a bomb area, why is the villa so neat?"

Answer: "There are indeed villas, and we are still slowly demining, and we are starting to build houses in the cleared areas, so that when everyone comes to cover the news in the future, they don't have to live outside the reporter station, which is too dangerous." ”

continued to ask: "But the reporter station does not need such a large-scale construction, there are dozens of small villas here." ”

A: "In addition to the press station, there is also a need for a medical station, and a place for the three governments to negotiate. ”

A few enthusiastic young reporters rushed forward and bombarded indiscriminately, but the response was still the same as that of the previous reporters.

Asked that there was no way back, the butler spread his hands: I know so much, and there is nothing else to say.

Yan Jiucheng approached the front, secretly opened the information exchanger, and gave Xuan Lin a look to see if there were any insiders in the villa area nearby who opened the computer connected to the Internet.

Unfortunately, Xuan Lin shook his head and did not find it, the screenshot on the screen was copied.

The crowd gathered around and talked about it, and the whole group visited for about an hour, and several young reporters were exhausted from asking questions, and the old housekeeper was obviously also tired, answering questions from more than a dozen media outlets alone.

Hengzhu: First, it's impossible to let you go in for interviews, because there's thunder. Second, the war here is a problem left over from history, the Three Kingdoms are chaotic, and I don't know when the war will stop.

In the face of war, war correspondents are actually very helpless.

Unable to solve the problem of war, even if you take the most shocking and sad photos and cause a sensation, but the war is still there, and it will not be because of your war, this bullet will be half less.

But if even war correspondents don't come, won't this place become a hell that outsiders don't know?

"In a previous interview, Shorer mentioned that there is a wealth of ore underneath, which is called "colored bread", and his report mentioned that in order to get this batch of colored bread, countries M and Y support certain black organizations behind their backs, what do you think about this matter?" A young reporter threw out this crucial question at the end.

The crowd fell silent.

In fact, all the journalists who have been here know that all the wars here come from the rich mines here, and the coveted mines given by God under the ground are destined to continue the war here.

Only chaos, some countries can get something out of it.

But what about the evidence?

Without evidence, no country's big media can publish news indiscriminately, lest it lead to international disputes.

Most of the old journalists don't ask questions anymore, they have long understood that this is not the news they are capable of digging up, unless they are like Mr. Scholke, who have been here for many years, and maybe they can dig up something.

But Scholke's fate, everyone has seen it.

Heroes are not so easy to be, they have to fight for their lives. This group of veteran reporters is no longer high-spirited, and they know that even if you gamble with your life, it is likely to end up in nothing, just like Shorke.

However, young journalists do not believe in evil, they are arrogant, they always feel that the world can be changed by the camera in their hands, and since they are war correspondents, they should do something for the refugees outside.

Even if it costs with your life.

In the eyes of the old reporters, these young journalists are stupid, as if they were so stupid a few years ago.

But this world needs fools and these enthusiastic people.

They surrounded the butler and continued to ask questions.

After Yan Jiucheng filmed for a while, he picked up the camera and walked around the entire conference room, found an angle to take a picture, he deliberately photographed the roof, and then walked to the window and looked underneath.

Below, Li Xueer's body was covered with a white cloth, and blood seeped through the white cloth, like a flower. In the morning, I saw Li Xue, twisting her waist and saying hello to Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng had to admit that even though he loved Gu Miqing, when Li Xueer came over, his heart was still moved. Her fat but not greasy waist swayed like this, and she walked past her.

Somehow, when I see her, I have a primal impulse.

Yan Jiucheng knew that he was not the only one who would have such an impulse, but also other men. Li Xueer's special temperament catches people's hearts, if it is placed in ancient times, it will definitely make the king not go to the early dynasty and indulge in her gentle township to death.

Such a charming person was lifted up by several people, and several reporters gathered around to shoot, sighing while shooting.

That's a life!

The news in the war zone is unlikely to spend too much ink for a peachy news, and the layout does not allow it, but she did rush down the window by herself without hesitation, which made her peers hard to believe, but they could only accept it. The photo is still taken, what if there is a reversal?

Yan Jiucheng took a photo from a high altitude and took a photo of Li Xue being carried away.

"Let's go, go and see the overall surveillance. ”

"yes, there's got to be a picture over there. ”

At the mention of the monitoring area, the housekeeper's face changed slightly, but the pressure of public opinion was here, and he couldn't refuse, after all, this was a normal appeal, and he glanced at the person around him, and the person nodded slightly.

It seems that the surveillance in the reporters' rooms has been removed.

"Yes, let's have some coffee, rest, tidy up, and in ten minutes, please go to the monitoring area together. The butler nodded.

Soon, the waiter brought refreshments and fruits, and the reporters took the drinks and ate the food, and it was the norm in the journalist circle to sort out the information while eating and drinking.

"The forces behind Li Xueer are very powerful. Gu Miqing's expression was very solemn.

"It's also very sinister. The old man snorted: "How ruthless is it to let a woman commit suicide like this?"

In the distance, a pair of smiling eyes floated over from the left side of the hall very casually and landed on Gu Miqing's body, and then moved away, and the man's Adam's apple moved up and down.

Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Who's next?" Xuan Lin muttered.

[There is something to do today, I write less, I will write more tomorrow, sorry. ] 】