By midnight, the lights were dark throughout the national station of journalists,

The minutes passed quietly, and at one o'clock in the morning, a loud roar was heard, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

"Car?!" Gu Miqing bounced up from the bed in an instant, and Yan Jiucheng also rushed to the window for the first time, opened the corner of the curtain, and saw four off-road vehicles roaring not far away, with a lot of movement, and it felt like walking sideways

"Who's coming? Gu Miqing thought to himself, and when the car got closer, he saw that the red, white and blue national flags were hanging on the car, and then he realized that it was Scorke's country who sent someone.

"No wonder we have bugs at the door, it seems to be in preparation for them to come. Yan Jiucheng winked at Gu Miqing, Gu Miqing immediately understood, and immediately walked to the box with a cat's waist, and quickly put some commonly used anti-espionage equipment into the hidden compartment of the box, which had a high-tech shielding film that could hinder the detection of the instrument.

The three cars pulled up in the courtyard of the international correspondents' station, and then a group of people in suits and leather shoes came down, not looking like top agents, but with big bellies, but like embassy staff stationed in nearby countries.

After Gu Miqing put away his things, he quickly lay down on the bed, the gun was still in his hand, and so was Yan Jiucheng.

The watch screen lit up, and Lao Hang and Xuan Lin sent a message, it seems that they are also awake.

"Xuanlin, turn off all surveillance and protect our network. Yan Jiucheng issued an order, although this group of people didn't look like high-level agents, but it was always right to be careful.

There was a sound of footsteps in the stairwell of the wood, loud, and there was no intention of slowing down.

"Rude enough. Gu Miqing muttered in a low voice and frowned, you must know that usually when any reporter returns late from an interview, he will gently go upstairs for fear of disturbing the rest of others.

Footsteps stopped at the door of Shorer's room, and then the door was heard.

Gu Miqing got up lightly and wanted to see what was going on at the door, but Yan Jiucheng grabbed her arm, hinting that she should not move, and at the same time issued an order: all pretend to be asleep on the bed and do not move.

Gu Miqing was a little puzzled, but it could be seen that Yan Jiucheng's face was serious, so he stopped moving.

Yan Jiucheng didn't notice anything, just in case, this is a person from a country with red, blue and white flags, in case there are top spies here, such a close contact, the slightest carelessness will be exposed.

Top agents or spies have very sophisticated PA systems, and they don't have the equipment to accurately capture footsteps. How could an ordinary war correspondent run to the door in the first place to listen to the door in the middle of the night while he was still asleep?

Knock knock!

Suddenly, a very strong knock on the door came, and Gu Miqing's face turned blue in shock.

How did you knock on our door? In an instant, the bullet of Gu Miqing's gun was loaded.

I was nervous, but I heard a knock on the door of the other room, and all of a sudden, the lights of the entire international reporter station were turned on, and all the reporters were woken up.

To be precise, they were all woken up.

Yan Jiucheng got off the bed just now, and when Gu Miqing was about to come down, he stretched out his hand to block it and ordered her to stay on the bed. After getting out of bed, Yan Jiucheng did not wear the shoes he usually wore, but put on the slippers prepared by the side, walked lazily to the door, and stretched out his hand to yawn heavily.

"Who?" Yan Jiucheng said in a very impatient voice, and opened the door a little bit.

There were two strong men standing outside the door, with white skin and blue eyes, with a seemingly polite smile on their faces, but they couldn't hide their arrogance in their eyes.

Yan Jiucheng could feel that the other party wanted to push the door open more, but he didn't let the other party go, but leaned hard against the door, and at the same time put his face on his face, stretched out his finger and pointed to the small flag of his country hanging at the door: "Dude, in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

The two looked at each other, took out a document from their pockets and slapped it on Yan Jiucheng's face, the national flag on it was very clear, red, white and blue.

"From the embassy, Shorke is our reporter and died today, so I hope you can cooperate with us and restore the specific situation. One person spoke, then put the document in his pocket and raised the watch on his wrist: "Fifteen minutes is enough." ”

That tone is not a 'please' tone, but a command tone.

At the same time, other reporters opened the door, and the people at the door said almost the same. It seems that someone was indeed sent over there to investigate.

But......

What are you in a hurry to investigate so late?

The cause of Sholk's death was very simple, he didn't see them paying attention to him on weekdays, so why did he come to investigate with such fanfare? Yan Jiucheng looked at the opposite door, and saw that several people in Sholk's room were searching, taking down some of the classic photos he had taken on the wall one after another, and taking pictures one by one.

The man in the hat at the head sat on a shabby couch, and the person next to him was looking through with Mr. Shore's camera.

Yan Jiucheng understood, I'm afraid that they didn't come to investigate the cause of Shaloke's death, but because they were worried that the report material he interviewed would cause trouble, so they came to wash the goods in advance.

"Oh, okay. Yan Jiucheng opened the door a little, walked out of the door, and was about to close the door, but a man's foot was instantly put on the door, blocking it.

"Huh?" Yan Jiucheng raised his head and looked directly at the person who did not allow him to close the door.

"Can I come to your room and talk?" the man smiled and pointed to the camera hanging on the wall in the room, "Do you have any pictures of Shorer in it?" ”

This is excessive.

Even if you investigate Shorke, you still have to look at a camera that is not a citizen of your own country.

"No, you don't have that right. Yan Jiucheng did not flinch, nor did he intend to settle down, but once again pointed to the national flag hanging at the door: "This gentleman, I am reading about Shaloke's feelings, and I can cooperate with your investigation." But that doesn't mean you can search my personal belongings, this is not your country, and I am not a citizen of your country. ”

As he spoke, Yan Jiucheng looked at the foot blocking the door again, and his face became cold, as if a few big words were written on it: Release your foot.

The man hesitated, made eye contact with the other for a moment, landed on the flag hanging at the door, and then retracted his feet.

The reporters of the entire international reporter station were questioned by these people in turn, especially Yan Jiucheng, who asked in detail and detail, tossing and turning for half an hour, and during the whole period, the noisy sound of moving things could be heard in Sholk's room.

They packed the things that Sholk had photographed into boxes, and three large suitcases were full.

All these years, all the hard work of Scholke has been in this.

"This is Scorke's stuff, it has to be left to his family to sort it out, right?" a reporter couldn't help but open his mouth, only to see some photos being put in a mess, which was distressing.

Every picture was taken by him at the risk of his life! Fellow war correspondents knew very well how hard it was and frowned.

The few people didn't speak, but just picked up the box and walked downstairs.

Yan Jiucheng understood, saw what information they got over there, knew that Sholk was investigating the ore underground, and was afraid that he had interviewed something important, so he came to search.

It was about one o'clock in the morning that the men had left, and the door to Shorke's room was open, and there was a mess inside.

The reporters walked in one after another, only to see that everything had been turned open, and even the mattresses had been thrown to the ground, as if they had been ransacked. The photographs hanging on the walls disappeared, as did the evidence maps he had drawn.

It's all gone.

It's as if Scholk has never been here.

"What are they doing?" said one of them indignantly, and in distress he picked up the stool that had fallen to the ground.

"Politics, hey. Others sighed deeply and bent down to tidy up the house.

Yan Jiucheng picked up a few pieces of clothes that were still on the ground, and Xiao Erke was just a few clothes, tattered, and had been stepped on by some people, he trembled, and smelled the cigar smoke he often smoked.

Looking at the time, there is no play in the night prospecting today, and the hard work of Xiao Erke is treated like this, which makes Yan Jiucheng's mood heavy. As journalists, we all know what it means for these people to come.

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When the sky was dark, the news came out.

"Our journalist Shorke died in the war zone. A short line of news that sums up Scholk's life.

Even though Yan Jiucheng's report was overwhelmingly in the headlines of major media outlets, Scholke's country chose to report briefly.

There is no report of Gesang, no report of civilians participating in the war at the risk of his death in the war zone, and no report of the mine eye he photographed.

Just such a short line of words ended his fate with his country.

The media is the mouthpiece of the party.

This is true no matter what country it is, it's just that some countries have multiple parties, and different parties control different media.

No matter how brilliant Shorke is in the reports of Yan Jiucheng and other war correspondents, his country still chooses to keep a low profile, because the more low-key, the less likely it is that the news will be mined, and the less likely it is that the news will be mined, the less likely it is that the public will know that Scorke stayed here for four years for the sake of the dirt under the mine's eyes.

"It's a virtual world, and what people see is what the upper echelons want them to see. Gu Miqing's hand trembled slightly, she turned her head sideways, and tears flowed down.

What about the praise of Sholke's heroes from war correspondents?

Does he need those compliments? He doesn't need them.

What he needs is the truth, the truth of why the war zone has been fighting for so many years, and the truth that no matter how it can't be peaceful, the truth under the mine. Now, he can't even get the truth about his death.

I can't even get the truth about why I'm here to interview.

He quietly turned to ashes and was poured into a box, and in this war-torn place, he was not loved by the people in the war zone, did not get sensational reports, and was not recognized by the state, and quietly ended his life.

"Hypocrisy! these hypocritical and cruel politicians!" Gu Miqing stretched out his hand and slapped it on the quilt, which reminded her of a poem by Cao Cao: White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines.

Cao Cao wrote this poem "Artemisia Lixing" to mourn the people in the war. And what is embarrassing is that he choked with the merciful side, but used the murderous side to slaughter the city.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Before dawn, there was a loud roar in the sky.

The roar swept overhead, sweeping through the terrifying aura that instantly woke the entire city to its senses.

[After the fourth volume, the next volume, the top spy and the top counter-spy will face each other.] 】