Although Scholk pressed the shutter very quickly, from the perspective of the reporter's professionalism, his professionalism is not to be mentioned, especially when the little girl threw a small stone at him, the shutter was pressed quickly and accurately.

It's very difficult to take good pictures on a dark night without the help of a tripod.

War correspondents themselves shoot battlefields. As the words in Shorer's room are posted on the wall: If you can't stop the war, then you tell the world the truth about it.

Indeed, after the fact that the other party is dead, it is the war correspondent's job to pick up the camera and take pictures of these as soon as possible, and then tell the world. But Scholke is too calm and makes people feel cold-blooded.

His hands didn't shake in the slightest.

His heart didn't seem to flutter either.

The sense of distance he wore while wearing a mask exacerbated the coldness on his body.

In just a dozen seconds, the shutter was pressed frantically.

"Hey, come home. Scholk put down the camera and looked at the little girl in a low voice: "Hurry up, go over there, there should be no conflict over there tonight." ”

The little girl grabbed the small stone from the ground and threw it at Sholk again, this time directly on his forehead, and Sholk did not dodge, but turned his head sideways after taking this blow.

Under the night, the crying little girl was blinded by tears, and she couldn't see the expression on Shoreke's face clearly, but Yan Jiucheng could see it clearly, and Shorek didn't have any expression.

"Go over there, quick. There was a sound of running in the distance, Sholk immediately squatted, turned his head to look, he squinted 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, stretched out and pointed in the direction of the west: "Run over there!"

Then Scholk turned around and disappeared into the corner of the room.

As soon as Shalok disappeared, Yan Jiucheng didn't think about it, he rushed out decisively, and while picking up the little girl, in order to prevent her from screaming, he immediately covered her mouth, hid in the room, and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

The little girl looked at Yan Jiucheng in horror, and then most of the horror in her eyes disappeared, only to see her quickly rummaging in her pocket, and then took out a piece of candy.

She recognized Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng opened his hand lightly and took it out of his pocket, but unfortunately, he threw all the candy that Gu Miqing handed him outside the car, and there was not much left on him.

"I'm sorry, I don't have it on me. Yan Jiucheng said suicidly, picked up the little girl and hid in the basement.

"I grabbed one, and I only ate half of it, and I was going to leave it for my brother, but ......" The little girl's tears flowed out at once, and she pursed her mouth tightly, and the only loved one she wanted to share with the candy lying on the ground had been beheaded, and her head had gone, and 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 wrapper, only to see half a toffee lying inside, and the cut-out surface of the toffee could also see the cute marks of the little baby teeth.

The little girl raised her eyes to look at Yan Jiucheng, and tears dripped to the back of his hand.

"But I couldn't find his mouth. ”

After Yan Jiucheng heard this, his eyes turned red.

It was the saddest thing he'd ever heard when he'd grown up.

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

The only things that weren't devoured were the tearful eyes and the occasional small baby teeth.

"Gesang, Gesang!" a low call came from the ground, and the voice was 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 hurriedly grabbed her and looked out vigilantly.

"He's my neighbor, Red. The little girl stretched out her hand and touched Yan Jiucheng's face: "Thank you for the sugar, I have to help." ”

With that, the little girl ran out, and the man in the 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 person on the ground to brush the torn clothes on her chest: "I'll take you home, brother." ”

Her thin shoulders were trembling, her tears were falling, her little dress was trembling slightly because of her trembling body, but her voice was resolute.

The kind of perseverance that the flowers in the greenhouse do not have.

"My Gesang!" A woman with flaxen-colored curly hair ran next to her, and immediately pounced on 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 on the headless man on the ground, and she looked at the young woman and pleaded, "Suri, can you take my brother home? ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to cover her little chest: "When I die, I will also sleep next to my family." ”

Speaking of death, the little girl, who was still about five years old, still had a milky voice, and she seemed to think of something, tilting her head and adding, "I can draw a head for my brother." ”

"Well, okay. The young woman with flaxen curly hair kissed the little girl gently, and then saw Yan Jiucheng, and after seeing Yan Jiucheng, she looked at the side, and then took two steps back.

And that young man, Red, also saw Yan Jiucheng, and he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the woman and girl behind him.

"He's a journalist and I've eaten his candy. The little girl said.

Yan Jiucheng immediately took out the 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 didn't say much, but bent over to pick up the person on the ground, Yan Jiucheng planned to step forward to help, but the man named Red stared at Yan Jiucheng very vigilantly.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly took a few steps back.

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

In a nearby building, a camera was aimed at Yan Jiucheng, and behind the lens was Xiao Erke.

He didn't leave, but walked around the dungeon to another building, continuing to stare at the piece.

Sholk's gaze was very complicated, he tilted his head slightly, just looked at Yan Jiucheng 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 Xiao Erke, but ran up in the dungeon according to the memory of the terrain in his mind, in the direction of the international reporter station.

There was a stench coming from the passages of the dungeon.

When running, the little girl, the headless corpse, the blood in the air hit Yan Jiucheng's brain, this is not the first time he has seen people die, in the gate of hell, life is so low.

But the gates of hell are places where the wicked stay, and those who are sent to it have blood donations on their hands. Saying that they are innocent of their deaths is in line with the traditional values they have embraced.

But it was the first time he had seen civilians die.

Although Yan Jiucheng didn't know that the dead man was the boy who lent him the gun, as far as the clothes that the young man was wearing were ordinary clothes, he didn't wear military boots or government uniforms.

Even the boy was a civilian, but there were too many civilians with guns in this place.

If it weren't for the war, the people of this land with the rich mineral resources that God has given them would have been so happy and wonderful. What a wonderful life the little girl who should have enjoyed her childhood.

The little girl's name was Gesang, and in Tibetan, Gesang means happiness and beauty. It is a pity that goodness or happiness is far away from the people of this land.

I knew that when I came, I should have stuffed a few packets of candy and brought a few dolls like Gu Miqing, Yan Jiucheng thought to himself.

"Hey. Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the fork in the road, blocking Yan Jiucheng's front.

Yan Jiucheng's face changed, and it was Xiao Erke who stood in front of him.