Sholk looked at Gesang, but Gesang didn't look at him, just twisted his head to the side, tears in his eyes. He understands that Gesang hates him and doesn't want to see him, a person who appears every time a family member dies and takes out his camera to pat him, little Gesang naturally doesn't like it.

What's more, in the eyes of the people here in this country, it is not the world policeman, but the world hooligan.

Her eyes were full of disgust and hatred.

Even Scholke himself agrees with this, and after interviewing here for several years, he has discovered a sad pattern: whenever three countries are at war and an overwhelming victory is about to come for one of them, the forces behind it will intervene and disrupt the situation here again, weakening the victorious side and strengthening the losing side.

Since then, after the balance of power has been re-balanced, the three countries will have to compete again, again and again, and never stop.

A small area has been fought for more than ten years, and no one will believe it if there are no foreign forces involved. According to common sense, if you fight for a year at most, one side will always win, and once you win, peace will come.

Sholk turned his head to look at little Gesang in the contempt and hatred of the crowd.

He has been following little Gesang for more than a year, from the original little Gesang Uncle Shorek shouted all day long, and put the bear he gave her at the head of the bed, and hugged him to sleep every day. At that time, Xiao Gesang's favorite journalist uncle was pediatrician.

Now, it's only been a year, and it's like a lifetime.

When the words 'dog offal' came out of little Gesang's mouth, Sholke didn't feel humiliated, he only felt sad, sad for Gesang: you know, when her parents were there, little Gesang never said such things, and was a polite and good child.

At that time, she didn't even know what 'dog offal' was.

Now, she has become a lonely and helpless neighbor who is willing to take her and snatch it from a group of adults for five pieces of bread.

The sun was too hot, and the black skin of the little Gesang was shiny and shiny, and her face no longer had the smile that was still bright in the shelling, and there were no eyes that shone like the sun. Although he was also held by others, his hands were tightly clenched into fists and placed on his chest, making a gesture of protecting himself.

She's not the same little Gesang she used to be.

"You go, they ......" The government soldier with the key glanced at the group, needless to say, obviously, Gesang would definitely not go with Shorke.

Sholk nodded, then turned, his face expressionless, reached out and felt in his pocket, felt for the little cigarette butt that was left, lit it and took a deep breath. In the middle fingers raised by everyone, he just turned his head lightly and left. Turning around, Gesang behind him glanced at him, and then tears flowed, she wiped quickly, tilted her head, pursed her mouth, I don't know what she was thinking, but her little fists clenched tighter.

Yan Jiucheng's watch vibrated for a moment, he pretended to look at the time and raised his wrist, and further locked on Sholk for information according to his request: Sholk has indeed been in the war zone in the past few years, and the two houses in China have been sold, and it is said that they have been invested in filming and buying materials, because of this, his wife divorced him last year. Although there is no flaw in terms of identity, you still need to be vigilant, maybe this is just the identity of raising.

Just like Yan Jiucheng, his identity is false, no matter how others check, they won't be able to find flaws for a while, this is an identity that has been raised for more than 20 years.

The sound of Sholk's footsteps came, and Yan Jiucheng put down his wrist and turned his head to look at Sholk.

"How do you organize the events in the underground auditorium? Yan Jiucheng asked, he looked at Shorek, a pair of torn jeans, crumpled short sleeves, and cigarette butts that he was reluctant to throw away until he smoked a little bit, it was unimaginable that there would be a reporter who sold his family's house just to shoot here.

"It's been half a year since the last event in the underground auditorium, and they need to do it again, just take advantage of the situation. Scholk sneered: "It's just a bunch of bread, make a little money, get a good reputation, and they are willing, I promised them a 5,000-word college interview." ”

After saying that, none of the three spoke again.

I just sighed silently in my heart.

Trading interviews is something that journalists are not ashamed of, but Scholke did it, after all, he couldn't get that much bread, and each person got five loaves of bread, which could make these people happy for a while.

"It's nothing, it's just a report, are there still few fake news we report?" Shaloke spat out a smoke ring into the sky, and seemed to say it to Yan Jiucheng, and seemed to say it to himself: "I must find out the demon behind this, even if this demon is my own country!"

Scholk's voice was loud, but it was also tragic.

Yan Jiucheng was moved by his words, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, but he still didn't let down his vigilance in his heart, after all, tomorrow night, the scientists will arrive, and there can be no slightest mistake.

After the three of them passed through the long tunnel, three holes appeared in front of them, and the government troops of three countries stood at the three entrances, and the activities of the dungeon were divided according to the people of different countries, and whichever country they belonged to, they would enter the underground hall of which country.

It can't be held together, after all, the people of these three countries hate each other.

How can you not hate? It's such a big place, and it's going to be called around. At first, the country that occupied this piece said that this was my territory, and then it was pushed back, and the country that won said that this was my territory. Tearing back and forth, even if the people here believe in the same god, it is difficult to untie the rope of hatred.

"Gesang is from this country. Mr. Scholk pointed to the hole in the middle, walked up, handed over his camera and mobile phone, and then spread out his hands, and the two government soldiers searched up and down before letting go.

Filming is not allowed inside, and the common people think that if they are filmed, it is an insult to the gods and will bring bad luck.

There is enough doom here to add another one.

Once, a reporter secretly took out his mobile phone in the winter to take a photo, and after being discovered, he was beaten to death, and the local government army will not hold the people accountable for this kind of thing, because you are humiliating their faith.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing also handed over their mobile phones and cameras, and before handing them over, they pressed a secret button to turn off all the hidden switches on the camera.

Even so, Gu Miqing still felt a little worried, after all, if he had a heart, especially a top spy or agent, took a closer look, he would be able to find that he was tired.

"I'm very dizzy, the smell is so bad that I want to vomit, so I won't go in. Gu Miqing took the camera and mobile phone in his hand, frowned in embarrassment, blocked his nostrils with the back of his hand, shook his head and took a few steps back: "I'll wait for you here, take pictures of them going in and out." ”

Yan Jiucheng was a little worried that Gu Miqing was outside alone, but there was no other way, the camera and mobile phone were really not at ease in other people's hands, and he hesitated for a while.

"Alright, let's go. Xiao Erke took over the conversation, turned his head and urged Yan Jiucheng: "Come in, someone is coming behind." ”

Not far away, many people crowded into the tunnel, and hoarse shouts could be heard from the tunnel. "Go ahead. Gu Miqing's hand stopped at her waist, suggesting that Yan Jiucheng didn't have to worry, she had a gun with her.

"Let's go!" Shaloke urged again: "Only about a hundred people can come in each underpass, and we have to go in first to grab the front position!"

Some of the crowd behind him had already passed through the tunnel and ran wildly towards the entrance.

"Get in!" the government soldier then fired a shot into the sky and shouted in the loudest voice: "No crowds! No crowds!

As he spoke, the soldier pulled Gu Miqing behind him.

Every time there is an event in the underground auditorium, there will be a stampede or crowding incident that will always hurt some people. No way, the activities of the underground auditorium were too tempting for them to fight.

"Come in!" the government soldier yelled, pushing Yan Jiucheng and pushing him into the hole.

[I worked until nine o'clock in the evening, and I was still very tired after drinking coffee after going home, and I didn't write a WeChat public account recently, so I was too tired. Write in a few days. 】