Yan Ci likes to wander, and free travel is all she has.

One person, one camera, from spring to autumn, from the sea to the mountains, never feel lonely.

Among those masterpieces that she has been praised by everyone, there is a mediocre, even a somewhat ugly photograph in her private collection, taken during a trip to the southeast peninsula of Asia last year.

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At the end of October last year, mid-autumn.

In the Autonomous State of Curron, there is no golden wind to send coolness, only summer steaming.

A gunshot startled the birds in the forest, Yan Ci stopped to hide her figure, she really found the right place.

The sound of gunfire was like a stream of water, and the floodgates were never closed again, far away from the high wall two kilometers ahead.

Yan Ci stood on the top of the mountain, leaning out half of his body from behind the tree pole, raising his camera to point at the evil place where the battle was taking place in front of him, magnifying the scene as much as possible to ensure that the picture was clear.

Camouflage shadows flashed, and golden-red mist of fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and they pursued closely.

Splatters of blood splattered the high walls, and the dead bodies fell vertically.

Yan Ci's fingers kept pressing the shutter, snapping everything he could.

She looked at the captured picture and frowned.

This is not right.

She ventured into the eastern part of the Autonomous State of Curron, and after several days of investigation, found such a perfect location for filming in order to visually document how this infamous three-way zone turned the good green city into a living hell.

Yan Ci's gaze stayed on the photo, the armed man who was doing a freefall movement after being killed.

Why is it different from what she imagined?

Is this beating your own people?

Once again, the camera is focused on a group of soldiers sweeping up from the staircase, with no dead ends to cooperate with the rapid advance, the armbands are bright red, and they are dotted with five golden yellows.

"I ......"

Yan Ci, who suddenly realized, almost didn't hold the camera steady.

She filmed the whole process of the motherland's army sending troops to kill this group of street rats!

It made her even more excited than if she had found the right place.

She uses the lens of her camera as an eye, eager to do off-site assistance.

When she saw sneaky people detouring from the rear and replenishing bullets behind cover, she couldn't help but feel anxious for them.

"Back ......"

The special forces team found out in time and killed the man the moment he came up.

"Beautiful!"

This live broadcast was unprecedented and thrilling.

"Be careful, there's someone up there ......"

Yan Ci's heart jumped up and down with them, and it was just when he was engrossed in it, when suddenly a person covered in blood staggered out of the darkness.

The red on his face was particularly striking, and as he walked, he turned around with his gun in his hand, and there were more people chasing him than the people of the special combat team.

I don't know if he was shot, or if he didn't stand firm and wrestled, he fell from Yan Ci's sight and fell down the inside of the wall, and he couldn't see people clearly.

The special combat team and the group finally came face to face, and Yan Ci saw the real sense of firepower suppression.

The screen was full of flickering firelight, dotted with firecrackers, and the thick smoke covered the direction of the air flow, and even the light could not shine in.

After the smoke passed, everything returned to calm.

It was so far away that he could no longer hear the voice from there, but he could still see his urgency from the mouth of the leader of the special combat team, and he didn't even care about his own gun, and the bloody man on his back quickly retreated.

Yan Ci was so shocked by this scene that he forgot what he was here for, so he had to take another picture.

This bloody man, who was surrounded in camouflage and only half of his back, looked as if he couldn't live.

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In the Ya'an Teahouse, Yan Ci put down the photo in his hand, the sound of gongs and drums was deafening, and the drama actors on the stage changed their faces frequently.

There is also a line on the back of the photo, which she copied from a news report from half a year ago.

[Our army contingent successfully rescued more than 80 citizens from the Autonomous State of Curron. 】

In this one-of-a-kind photo, there is an army green that attracts her, a touching blood red, and the collision of red and green, which shocks her heart more than any scene, and makes her have the idea of finding a marriage for herself.

Perhaps, she has an irresistible yearning for that army green.

Or perhaps, it was the bright red color of the bloody man that rushed into her eyes and made her heart move for no reason.

She clipped the photo back into her notebook, took a sip of tea, flipped through the planned itinerary, tapped twice on the three words "Mengding Mountain", packed up the package, picked up the camera and "clicked" at the conscientious Sichuan Opera face-changing actor, which happened to be a black face.

"Today's fortune sign, black."

She didn't know what this black society represented, so she raised her legs and stepped forward, embarking on a new journey.

"Auntie, is there a thousand-year-old red bean tree on this mountain, I heard that I can make a wish."

"There is a tree, the legend is that the god of red joy planted here, can lead to marriage. You go on, and the tree at the top of the hill is covered with red strips. ”

"Thank you."

Yan Ci's body was as light as a swallow, he climbed the steps, put the kettle in his hand on the stone steps in his hand, and squatted down to tie the loose shoelaces.

Suddenly, I felt a slight dizziness.

She paused, closed her eyes and felt it with her heart, but she didn't feel the dizziness.

She didn't take it seriously, picked up the kettle and continued to climb up, wanting to wait until there was a merchant to buy something to eat to cushion her stomach.

As everyone knows, at that moment, the calm water level in the kettle also shook slightly.

Almost at the top of the mountain, she could already see the corner of the fluttering red silk.

Stepping up the last step of the stairs, without warning, violent shaking came from under his feet.

"Boom" –

The sound was like thunder rolling in the clouds, and like the roar of a sleeping beast, it came from the ground, and in an instant, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

There was an earthquake.

Yan Ci didn't stand firm, so he twisted and fell down, and at the moment of emergency, he completely followed his survival instinct, grabbed the direction sign, and avoided himself from rolling down the mountain and burying himself in the crack.

The street signs were all bent by her, and she dared to open her eyes when the messy dizziness had passed and the surroundings were no longer shaking.

Looking back, half of her body was hanging outside the mountain, holding her breath and looking down again, the falling gravel, the broken and fallen trees, blocked the artificially smashed uphill road.

There was also a crack in the mountain, revealing a bottomless black crack that stretched as far as the eye could see and into the unsight.

People recovered from this sudden natural disaster, and the screams of helplessness and cries of fear echoed among the mountains and forests.

"Hoo ......"

She took a deep breath, still reeling from her heart, and used her deep breaths to ease her panic of escaping from death, and dragged herself up the slope to the ground with her hands and feet, only to realize that her hands had cut the skin.

She wiped the blood and went to check the camera for damage.

It's okay to break the skin of your hand, but you must not break the camera.

Fortunately, only the corner of the cap was broken, and the lens was intact.

She patches the camera with the band-aid she carries with her, and then goes to check her phone's signal.

Sure enough, the dual SIM cards were all empty, the communication was completely cut off, and there was no way to contact the outside world, let alone ask for help.

She suddenly thought of the black face in the teahouse.

Today's fortune sign - black, is a sign, probably refers to the deep mountains and old forests, there is no return.

Even if he narrowly escapes the hands of death, he is still alone.