At this moment, Yan Jiucheng didn't have time to think, too late to grieve.

The wind blew, mixed with blood, this was the bloody breath of Shorer, the one he had always suspected and kept his distance. Just lying there, I could feel through the camera that his life was about to disappear.

Such a person, when he was dying, was still thinking about shooting.

There was no reason to doubt him anymore.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing have a very tacit understanding that one person recorded the video and the other took pictures.

In the camera, this is probably the most beautiful appearance of this wishing street, before Yan Jiucheng came here, he read a lot of reports, and almost every war correspondent who came here would shoot in this scene. But the picture they shot here was less than one percent of what it was at this time.

Streamers on both sides of the street flutter in the wind. Nearly an hour had passed since the previous bombardment, and the dust had fallen, and the clouds in the distance were as beautiful as blood.

There was even a flock of birds flying by, so free.

Yan Jiucheng only felt that his camera trembled slightly, he quickly took a deep breath, stabilized, and zoomed in the camera to focus on Shore.

It couldn't be more poignant.

Mr. Scholke curled up and struggled to open his eyes to face the camera, and the reporter's instinct allowed him to know better than the average person what the camera wanted, and he just looked at the camera directly.

Click, Gu Miqing pressed the shutter.

Click, click, click, she pressed several times in a row, and then tears struggled out of her eyes, and after the photo was completed, Gu Miqing's emotions were completely crushed.

Yan Jiucheng has been turning on the video mode to record the last moments of the war correspondent before his death.

Sholk opened his mouth slightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, so much blood that it was impossible to tell whether it was flowing out of his head and flowing into his mouth, or from his mouth.

He wanted to say something.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly approached the camera to Xiao Erke so that his voice could be clearly recorded, he knew that this would be the last thing Xiao Erke said in the face of the world, at this last moment, what did this man in his thirties want to say?

According to the information provided by the old man, his wife was divorced because he had been filming here for a long time, and he had two daughters, one was ten years old and the other was four years old. It can be said that the opportunities for his youngest daughter to meet him are very rare.

Feel guilty about them, wife and children.

His father has long since passed away, and there is still an old mother at home, and his health has not been very good, although the social welfare is very good, but he looks forward to his return every day, and the information provided is only a short line: The old mother waits near the post office every day, waiting for her son to return.

Feel guilty about your mother, love your mother, this is human instinct, and it is not much different from which country you are from.

He had been shooting here for more than four years, and he had lost his fortune just to get a picture of the direction of the underground diamonds, and according to Mr. Scholke, he had already identified several figures here, and he was quite confident that he would reveal this side. Even if he knows that he can't reveal a deep insider, he can at least hope to reveal the tip of the iceberg.

I regret the interview, but now, even the tip of the iceberg has not been revealed, and it has come to an abrupt end.

Yan Jiucheng didn't know if Sholk had written a suicide note, as if they would write it every time they went on a mission, and they would write their words to say goodbye to this world clearly.

But at this time, Yan Jiucheng knew that even if you wrote a 10,000-word or even 100,000-word will, when death really came, you would still feel that you had missed a lot of words.

The camera is close to Shorer, and his eyes are looking hard at the camera.

"May ...... Sincere...... ”

After saying this, there seemed to be a great pain that struck him, causing the muscles of Shorek's face to twitch, and saliva flowed uncontrollably along with blood.

Yan Jiucheng's heart was tugging, and it hurt, Gu Miqing on the side hid his face and cried in a low voice, while Yan Jiucheng had to control his emotions so as not to shake the camera.

This is Shorke's last moment in the face of this world, and he cannot shake.

"May the world ...... Peace. ”

Scholk's voice was soft, weak but clear.

After saying this, his whole tense and twisted body instantly relaxed.

Yan Jiucheng did not stop the camera in his hand, but shot silently, but the camera shook slightly uncontrollably, he knew that Xiao Erke was gone.

This war correspondent, who fought with a camera in the midst of the war, just left.

Yan Jiucheng squatted near Xiao Erke, while Gu Miqing lowered her head, tears fell down one by one, her hand gently stroked the helmet that Xiao Erke gave her, and felt more and more sad.

"With such a big brick, this helmet is useless. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and touched Gu Miqing's back, trying to comfort her. Gu Miqing became more and more sad, her head twisted to the side, she stretched out her hand to cover her face, and tears flowed from the gap between her fingers.

The helmet was in tatters, and it was indeed ineffective.

But if there is a time given to the helmet, it may be possible to avoid this brick. If you're a little faster or a little slower on the road, you'll dodge the brick for just a second.

"People can't dodge bullets, just like spring can't dodge autumn, don't shoot. Almost everyone at the press station has said this to Mr. Scholke.

How can a war correspondent dodge bullets? A man like Sholke, who has been filming in the most dangerous places in the war zone for a long time, will die sooner or later.

Sholk laughed, turned his head to look at the clouds in the sky, the people under this cloud hated him so much, and he paid with his life for the people under this cloud.

I don't know how many times Shaloke has looked at this beautiful sky.

What is known is that today is the last time the sky sees Shalck.

"He's still hungry. Gu Miqing's voice was full of sadness, and his voice was accompanied by tears intermittently: "He hasn't eaten lunch yet, so he left on an empty stomach." ”

During the interview, what are the normal three meals a day?

You should eat a meal, eat enough and go on the road, and don't be hungry on the road.

In the war zone, there is an MSF organization, and MSF is a doctor without borders, but there are only two doctors without borders in this war zone, Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing are by his side, watching the sun in the sky slowly set, and when it is a little dark all around, he sees two doctors hurrying over, and then announces his death.

Because he is a journalist, others cannot move the body casually, there must be a process, and there is no Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing in this process, only Doctors Without Borders and representatives sent by the tripartite government army.

When the representatives of the three government forces came to Scholke's side and learned that he had been killed by falling bricks, they all seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief. Yes, it is better than being killed in a war and not being condemned by public opinion.

"It's pathetic. ”

"Hey......"

A few representatives said a word, and I said a word, and as I spoke, I walked aside to smoke, and not long after, I don't know what they said, they all laughed.

Death is so common that it is already numbing.

The reporters from the International Reporter Station arrived one after another, standing next to Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing, crying but no one spoke, at this time, no matter what they said, it was useless. It is not uncommon for journalists to die in war zones.

After sunset, a special send-off person came over with a stretcher, and according to the process, Scholk was carried on a stretcher and transported to an area some distance from the war zone, where there was a rudimentary crematorium, and everything else was communicated between the government.

The event in the underground auditorium ended, and the surrounding people also gathered around.

"Isn't this Shorke? He bought a lot of information from me, and a lot of it hasn't been paid yet. An information monger frowned.

"Listening to those government soldiers, they were killed by the stones that fell from the top, it seems that the people of the demon country have their own demons. ”

"Hey, I think he's okay, the last time I came to the interview, he gave my child a piece of chocolate. ”

"What are you doing? It's a storyteller, and they come and go, and they shoot and write, and then they leave. ”

People talk a lot, and they don't think that Scholk, who fell to the ground, is a hero, he hasn't finished the interview with the ore shady, he is not a hero yet.

Even if he had been here for a few years, the move would have been heroic enough.

In the crowd, a small figure squeezed over, it was Gesang.

Gesang's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Scork who had fallen to the ground, Sholke's head was covered with blood that made it difficult to see his face, so Gesang looked at his face carefully, and then looked at Shorke's fingers.

In the past, when Sholk and his parents were good friends, when he picked her up and teased her, Gesang's little hand touched a bulge on Sholk's right hand, where there was an obvious scar.

Gesang rubbed his eyes, kept staring at Shorer's hand, and then at Shorer's head.

Suddenly, her eyes were shining and filled with tears, which she wiped away in disbelief, trying to make out again. Yes, the man had a bulge on his finger, exactly like Uncle Shorer's, she thought.

She was too young to understand why there was a war, only that there were deaths every day, only that her loved ones were leaving one by one, and she didn't understand why Shorer was here to shoot. It's just that after the relatives left, I heard people around me saying that Scorke's country was a demon's country, and Scork was also a bad person.

The young Gesang vented all his hatred on Shorer.

Kelke, whom Gesang hated, died.

But she couldn't be happier.

Who should he hate next? Gesang didn't know.

Uncle Shorer is dead, and then, who do you hate, that person won't hurt you because you hate him?

Several men lifted Shork up, put him on a stretcher, and were about to take him away.

Suddenly, Gesang rushed out of the blockade and rushed directly to Shorek's side, and the government troops on the side turned around and picked up Gesang: "Little ghost, this is not the place for you to play!"

Gesang didn't speak, just shed tears, kicked his legs in the air, and waved the doll in his hand.

At the moment of being snatched away, she threw the doll in her hand on Shorer's stretcher, and without saying a word, no one knew what she was thinking or why she was doing it.

She was just in tears, her eyes full of sadness and despair.

The doll fell off the stretcher and got Shork's blood.

Gesang rushed over again, picked up the doll on the ground, and threw it at the stretcher again.

"Little ghost, don't make trouble!" several government soldiers turned their heads and yelled at Gesang at the same time, and then looked at the crowd: "Whose child!"

No one answered, the adults of the Gesang family died, and since then, she has been alone, no longer a child of anyone's family.

"Gesang. Gu Miqing walked over and stretched out his hand to pick up Gesang, but Gesang immediately avoided her hug and kicked her viciously, like a cactus, covered in thorns.

Still didn't speak, just picked up the doll on the ground again, threw it towards the stretcher, but it didn't get right, hit the person who carried the stretcher, and fell to the ground.

Shork on a stretcher was lifted to the car, the door was closed, and he walked away.

Xiao Gesang picked up the bloody doll on the ground and ran frantically behind the car, the wind was whistling in her ears, but the car was getting farther and farther, she fell down with a pop, Gu Miqing hurriedly ran over and wanted to pick her up again, and Gesang glared at her viciously again, and then ran away and disappeared into the night.