Yan Jiucheng stared out the window, there were no lights on the whole street, and only relying on the brightness of the car lights, he could see more and more dark shadows around him, his face was covered with black cloth, he was wearing a hat, and he was in tatters.

"A group of children?" Yan Jiucheng was a little stunned, because although they were masked and made people feel dangerous, they were not very tall, and some even looked like they were in the first and second grades of primary school.

"The car came up from Can's Street, and they all knew there was a new reporter. The reporter frowned and looked at the group of children, and reached out to straighten the steel cap on his head.

"Blocking the road is another trick. The driver cursed, only to see an older child slip two large oil drums across the middle of the road.

The car stopped, and the children cheered.

"Did you bring the passing food?" the reporter asked, looking at Yan Jiucheng.

For the children of the war zone, the cars from Kan Street are full of happiness, because only journalists will drive from Kan Street, which is rarely attacked. At night, it is the most dangerous time in the war zone. At this point, there is no shadow of anyone outside. But this group of children actually gathered here, and they didn't come home so late.

Yan Jiucheng noticed that several children were disabled, with broken arms and hands, they surrounded the car and looked around vigilantly from time to time, for fear that a bullet would go off, but it was more expectation, and the expectation fell on Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing.

"There really are reporters who just arrived!"

"Ahh

The children were in a state of excitement, banging their hands on the windows and doors, and some even climbed up to the front windows to prevent the car from moving away.

Through the car window, Yan Jiucheng noticed that there was actually a little girl in this group of boys, at most five or six years old, her hair was messily combed with a few pigtails, her face was covered with a black cloth, and her black little hands were trying to hook the corners of the window.

The big eyes looked over from the bottom corner of the car window, and met Yan Jiucheng's eyes, her eyes were full of light, like stars in the sky.

Yan Jiucheng felt as if he was God, omnipotent, expected and looked up to, and those eyes looked up to him as if they were looking up to God.

This look is pitiful and overwhelming.

At this time, only a crisp sound was heard in the distance.

The group of children shivered with this crisp sound, especially the little black girl, who was directly frightened by this crisp sound and sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.

Two seconds passed.

"It's not gunshots. The driver breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing: "Did you bring the food on the road?" There are still two hundred meters in front of the reporter station, go over early and be safe, there was a conflict here the day before yesterday and people died, this group of children is noisy, don't provoke the organization to hold you hostage." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the left side of the road.

In the dim light, a pool of dried blood could be seen on the ground.

No place in a war zone is absolutely safe, and international press stations are areas that will be avoided as much as possible during conflicts or conflicts between several countries, but bullets have no eyes, and there have been several cases of hitting press stations in the past ten years.

On this big night, there is still a distance of more than 200 meters from the reporter's station, which is too dangerous.

"I brought food with me. Gu Miqing stood up and grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket, handed it to Yan Jiucheng, and then pointed to the window: "You lose the window here, I throw it there." ”

In the war zone, there are always some children who are waiting for the arrival of reporters, because when they come, they always have candy or chocolate on them to ask for food. Know that there are no shops in this place, only death and bullets.

Candy or chocolate, for the childhood of these children, is the top luxury.

Transit food is something that experienced war correspondents will carry, mostly a handful of candy that is easy to carry.

Seeing Gu Miqing take out the candy from his hand, the children boiled again, and the little girl who was so frightened that she was sitting on the ground instantly got up from the ground, stretched out her hand and slammed it on the window again, full of longing.

Like stars in the sky, they appeared in the eyes.

That kind of desire made Yan Jiucheng count in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to open the window to hand over the candy, but Gu Miqing grabbed him and shook his head.

"Wait for the window to open. The driver turned his head and stopped, and then he yelled in a thick voice, "Get the bucket away!"

The children dragged the oil drums that were blocking the road, and the children who had climbed into the front window of the car also slipped down and gathered on both sides of the car. The one with the most strength squeezed the small one aside, and the little girl was squeezed to the outermost part of the city, squeezed to a place where even Yan Jiucheng couldn't see it.

With the accelerator stepped, the vehicle started again, Gu Miqing opened the window on the left, Yan Jiucheng immediately opened the window on the right, and threw a handful of sugar out of Gu Miqing's hand, and with the rolling wheels, a group of children jumped up and stretched out their hands to catch it.

Yan Jiucheng looked behind him and saw the little girl who was squeezed to the outside, he threw the candy in his hand hard, the wheels rolled, and a group of children jumped up and blocked the little girl.

The little girl was very smart, she knew that she couldn't catch it when she jumped up, so she stared at the ground with her waist and waited for the candy to fall on the ground.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The car roared past, leaving behind the candy-grabbing kids. In just ten seconds, the car drove far away, Yan Jiucheng leaned on the back seat of the car and looked at the children, only to see that under the darkness, the children rolled together, and couldn't find which one was the little girl.

"The front is there. The driver breathed a long sigh of relief, holding the steering wheel with one hand and taking the cigarette from the side and putting it in his mouth with the other: "Fortunately, there was no conflict, this big night is too dangerous."

"You've got experience. The reporter sitting opposite Gu Miqing stared at Gu Miqing, picked up a piece of candy from the ground, put it to his nose and smelled it, and then was reluctant to eat it, so he threw it over again, and Gu Miqing reached out to catch it.

"Well, we've been here before. Gu Miqing's hand once again grabbed Yan Jiucheng's arm: "Which country are you a reporter from? Have you been here for a long time?"

"Well, it's been two months. The man took out a small flag from his pocket and carried the flag of his country with him, which is very common among war correspondents in this area, first, like an amulet, in this war-torn place, only the flag can give comfort, and second, this place is complicated, the parties are intertwined, the organizations are intricate, once in a crisis, take out your flag to identify yourself.

The car drove into the small courtyard of the International Correspondents' Station, which was an ordinary three-story building, but it had a very unusual courtyard: the courtyard was surrounded by various national flags, forming an encirclement, telling the people in this area that it was inhabited by journalists from various countries who were closest to the war and reported on the battlefield.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing got out of the car.

Yan Jiucheng's gaze immediately fell on the window, and two people poked their heads out to take a look, his gaze quickly locked on these two people, and his brain checked the data at a very fast speed.

However, after a time of staring at each other, Yan Jiucheng looked at Gu Miqing, and the corner of his left mouth hooked up and smiled slightly, this is a code. A smile on the left side of the mouth means everything is normal, and a smile on the right corner of the mouth means there is a spy.

With Yan Jiucheng's human brain quick investigation, Gu Miqing, who was mentally collapsed to the limit as soon as she got out of the car, relaxed slightly, the poison needle buttons on her clothes were shining, and her hand slightly left the position of the poison needle buttons.

The reporter didn't take off his steel helmet until he entered the building, turned around and stretched out his hand to Yan Jiucheng: "Hello, my name is Xiao Erke, I hope everyone can live to interview the truth." ”

Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and shook it, slightly surprised in his heart, the reporter's palms were full of calluses, and they all said that the reporter relied on words to eat, obviously the hand in front of him had gone through hardships.

Then, he stretched out his hand to hold Gu Miqing's hand.

Gu Miqing's heart chuckled, but the smile on his face did not change.

How can the calloon in this hand look like a hand holding a gun all the year round? As she thought, her eyes looked at Yan Jiucheng, and she didn't need her to hint at it, Yan Jiucheng knew Gu Miqing's thoughts at a glance.

His mind spun rapidly again, and he checked Scholk, who had taken off his steel helmet to reveal his full face, and finally, he smiled slightly, still with the corners of his left mouth raised.

Not a spy, at least not a spy or agent of record.

"You live in C202. The driver said.

"What a coincidence, I live in C203, next door to you. Shorke walked ahead and twisted his neck, only to hear his neck rattle.

"Scorke, are you crazy! Go to Khumbu Street so late!" A middle-aged man rushed to the stairwell, his face flushed, hugged Scorke, and patted him on the back vigorously: "It's too dangerous! I thought you were going to die!"

If I don't put the camera in, how can I get the truth?" Scholk leaned on the railing disappreciatively, took out a cigar from his pocket, and lit it: "Those grandsons, it's a pity that I didn't shoot it!"

"You're crazy! You're really crazy!" The middle-aged man scolded, glanced at Yan Jiucheng, and stretched out his hand: "Hey, buddy, new here?"

"Living next door to me, a little couple, I said, don't move too much at night, this place is not very soundproof. Sholk laughed, showing his white teeth.

"Shorke, you're in a hurry to kill us!" Another middle-aged man rushed out, the man glanced at Yan Jiucheng, and then, his eyes fell on Gu Miqing, his hand patted Shorke's shoulder, and asked, "How many people just died on Khumbu Street?"

"One* came over and died quite a bit. I'll go back and see how the photos are. Shorke said, patting the two on the shoulder: "Don't worry about me, I'm the eye of the battlefield, hehe." ”

The god of war is a victorious general on the battlefield, and the eyes of the battlefield are the lens in the hands of reporters, who will take pictures of the scene and tell all the people in the world.

As the eyes of the battlefield, it is natural to be close to the flames of war, and then close to the flames of war.

It seems that Scholk is a very brave war correspondent.

"Let's go inside. Yan Jiucheng took the key given by the driver to open the door and pushed the two boxes in, Gu Miqing nodded politely at the person outside the door, and then walked in, and then closed the door.

As soon as they entered, Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing glanced at each other.

Gu Miqing's eyes immediately fell on the curtains, looking for whether there were bugs on the curtains, and Yan Jiucheng immediately entered the toilet to investigate, and at the same time, the two pressed the miniature electronic detector on their clothes.

The electronic device flashed and gave a warning signal.

Here, there are spy devices.

Although there is no investigation whether there is spy equipment in this room or in this building, in the case of spy equipment and the location is not clear, you can't expose yourself, especially during the sensitive time period when you have just entered the door.

And the ears are listening.

Gu Miqing turned around and met Yan Jiucheng who came out of the toilet, then Ying Ying smiled and walked towards him, naturally leaning her body against Yan Jiucheng's body and standing on tiptoe.

"Kiss me. Gu Miqing told Yan Jiucheng with his mouth.

Subsequently, close your eyes.