() At the campsite, everyone is waiting for the upcoming inspection by the Guardians of Order.

Bollipel sullen, wiping his interview treasure from time to time.

"Friendly reminder, if your interview equipment is very expensive, try to turn on it as little as possible, otherwise it is easy to be damaged before you go out."

"There is no need to wipe it down, and the more you wipe it, the faster it breaks."

The ruins degrade firearms, blades, all kinds of modern instruments, corpses, etc. very quickly, and if you are not careful, your clothes can be easily damaged.

Xu Zhi's reminder is no exception.

"It's so distressing, I spent 2.36 million yuan to buy a high-end camera, no wonder the color is a lot old, and I have cut off a gold-plated layer in this place."

Xu Zhi's reminder seems to be a bit late, and it belongs to the afterthought.

"I thought they were selling me shoddy goods."

Bollipian looked distressed and hugged her expensive camera equipment, she felt that she was losing money by entering this cave.

No wonder there is so little news about caves and relics.

In addition to the qualifications to enter, the high entrance fee, and the wear and tear of interview equipment.

No amount of big news that sells well can make up for this loss.

If you shoot too much, maybe the equipment will break down, and you won't even be able to take out the recorded news.

"Bolivar"

"In"

A Guardian of Order stepped forward, and now it was their turn to inspect their area.

"Xu Zhi, a native of Dongyue, male, twenty-one years old, an expert cultivator."

"Yes," Xu Zhi nodded.

The information was filled in by Xu Zhi the day before yesterday, and the guardian read it again, checked his tent again, and he passed the test.

"Bollician, reporter, hey, you also have interview equipment in your notes."

The Keeper of Order flipped through the materials in his hand, occasionally glancing at Bollician and at the instruments in her hands.

He took out the walkie-talkie for short-range communication and spoke in a low voice.

After a while, the Guardian of Order said cautiously, "Miss Polipiel, we Guardians need a credible reporter to cover this incident, can you interview us?" ”

"Huh" Bolile looked at the guardian, remembered his brother's entrustment, hesitated for a moment before shaking his head vigorously and said, "I'm sorry, we don't get involved in politics, we don't interview people in politics, military and other fields. ”

"They're from the Sand Sculpture Daily."

A Guardian came up next to him and muttered, and the Guardian who sent the invitation instantly had a toothache.

"Please be sure to interview us, if there is no impartial person, we will all be dealt with by military law after we get out of the cave."

The Guardians who sent out the invitation seemed to be the same group of people who kept order in the city, and after thinking about it for a while, he had to bite the bullet, and he also said hello a little and summoned the other two Guardians over.

Apart from this little reporter, Castros did not enter the reporter.

Sand Sculpture Daily, no matter how sand sculpture is, I can't take care of it.

All you need to do is be a journalist at the moment.

"That's right, please cover the incident and give us a correct, objective and detailed report."

"The military intelligence department of the garrison will not listen to our one-sided words at all."

"There are still so many people doing notarization, how can I find these people when I go out."

"Don't talk about it, we won't be able to hold it down after a while."

After a night of duty, the chief was gone.

In addition to searching for Aldrich as much as possible, these Guardians also had to find other ways to try to reconstruct the incident as much as possible, and face a little less punishment when they get out of the cave.

These people know very well what it means to be missing in the cave.

If nothing special happens, Aldrich probably won't come back.

If there is a correct and objective record, it may also be useful in the future to find out the real murderer.

This bolipian of the Sand Sculpture Daily, if not a lifesaver, can at least help a lot.

"No, no, no, our aim is to only interview sand sculptures."

Bolile glanced at his expressionless brother and shook his head vigorously.

"We are sand sculptures, look at us, look at us, all three of us are sand sculptures."

"If you don't have enough sand sculptures, we can find a bunch of them."

"Today we are all sand sculpture people, we are still fans of sand sculpture daily, and we have to buy a copy of the latest edition every day."

The three Guardians fired in unison, and Bolile was tempted to shake his head vigorously at the thought of Bolívar's request.

"Aldrich's body is rotting in the ground, and his soul is bound to the land, and he is constantly screaming to us."

"You can't bear to let such an upright, kind, and brave soldier of the Garrison lie to sleep in the ground."

"It's not just for us personally, but also for Aldridge to avenge one day in the future."

"Our fairness, our justice, can only be entrusted to you."

The high-ranking generals of the garrison asked the young reporter to preside over fairness and justice, and Polipiel felt a little dizzy in his head.

It's not normal, and in reality, this kind of thing can happen.

Dongtian is indeed a magical land.

"For justice."

With a determined face and as if she had made some kind of determination, Bolipier held up the custom microphone of the sand-sculpture daily.

The thin light of the morning sun shone on her face, and the whole person suddenly glowed with some kind of strange look.

"That's right, for justice," the three Guardians rejoiced.

"Eight million," Bolile said, looking up.

"No money," the Guardian laughed, "I know your interview rules, but we don't need to charge an appearance fee, and we don't have such a high appearance fee for making sand sculptures." ”

"2.36 million specially customized cameras, 680,000 customized microphones, 30,000 customized interview machines, 350,000 special A-level special memory cards, and a total of 3.42 million consumables"

Bollipian calculated: "I spent four million on my qualifications to enter the cave, and if I do an interview specifically for you, I will not be able to complete the next interview plan, and I will miss work." ”

"So, if you want me to interview, the cost price of eight million must be given to me," Bollipian said seriously.

"What."

The Guardian's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

They are probably the only ones who the Sand Sculpture Daily asks for paid interviews.

"For the sake of justice, I will conduct a correct, objective, and detailed interview report to confirm that I have interviewed every person who enters the city," said Bolipian. ”

"You can also customize the interview time, the consumables in the cave are damaged relatively quickly, I am only responsible for the interview, if the record is damaged or not completed, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Listening to Bolliciel's words, Xu Zhi nodded slightly, and this girl's head finally understood the rules here.

As long as she hands over the memory card that is most involved, she can stay out of the situation.

maintained her righteous heart, and roughly fulfilled some of her interview wishes.

At the same time, it also helped the Guardians, and also sent the record of last night's murder directly to the military intelligence department of the Garrison.

The recorded information was submitted, and the information was not published in the newspaper, but only assumed the intermediary role of the media, and she was still not involved in politics.

The brain is flexible, can do business, and by the way, he also sold his old camera and other consumables and equipment as a new one.

Count it all in one fell swoop.

"Deal."

The sand sculpture guardians looked pained and began to use the walkie-talkie to discuss the cost sharing.