It took more than an hour to drive, and the last forty minutes were all dirt roads, because Meng Chuan'er could feel the degree of bumps in his body. She and Li Fenglong were in two cars, and the two light blue robes, one left and one right, sandwiched Meng Chuan'er in the middle, and from time to time she would be asked to lie low, and I don't know why.

Along the way, Meng Chuan'er closed her lips tightly and did not speak. She needs to build up strength, and the things she will have to face for a while may make her nerves in a state of advanced tension every minute.

"Get out of the car. The translation is as sketchy as it was when it came.

"Can you help me take off the cloth for my eyes? The ghost won't remember the way. The whole process was tightened with black cloth, and Meng Chuan'er wanted to scold her mother.

"Yes. The man in the robe on the right side of Meng Chuan'er in the car tried to be less rude, but actually untied the blindfold for her very rudely.

Seeing the light of day again, ah no, the feeling of seeing the sky and the moon again is that there are gold stars in my eyes, and I haven't slowed down for more than ten seconds. Li Fenglong also took off his blindfold and came to the car to pick up Meng Chuan'er, and the two looked at each other and smiled, knowing each other.

The process of body search was very cumbersome, and mobile phones, button cameras, and GPS were all confiscated. And the person who searched Meng Chuan'er was also a man, and he said something in Persian that I don't know what it was.

The interpreter was expressionless and instructed Meng Chuan'er: "Take off your bra and check it." Li Fenglong frowned, and when he opened his mouth, he wanted to protest - let Meng Chuan'er pat it.

What is this, you can't get into the Taliban and you can't take off your bra? You can't give up your children and can't put on wolves, you can't give up your daughter-in-law and you can't put on hooligans.

Without saying a word, in front of the Tali bans with heavy machine guns, she wrapped her hand along the neckline of the short-sleeved T-shirt to the place where the bra strap was, faded to the arm, and then ripped the strap off from the outside of the arm (the girl understands it in seconds. After both arms were finished, he reached for his back to unbuckle the buckle, completely freed the bra from his clothes and threw it on the ground: "Check it!"

The buddy with a machine gun who searched for Meng Chuan'er next to him couldn't help but be happy, and the translator still had a thousand-year-old iceberg face and changed the sigh of the buddy next to him word for word: "What an interesting woman." ”

That expression, with that tone, is simply a professional artificial intelligence robot, and Meng Chuan'er is afraid that he will run out of power for a while.

Continue to transform the language: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Meng Chuan'er opened her clenched hand: "A stone." ”

"Why do you want to bring stones?"

Meng Chuan'er rolled her eyes and quickly replied: "This is my lucky stone, it is my faith, just like the meaning of the Quran to you, the peace of Allah is in you." ”

The body-searching buddy nodded, no longer bothering with Meng Chuan'er's stones.

Li Fenglong's heart sank for a moment, and in less than a second, he ignored his small emotions and returned to his work state, and interjected: "Can you set up a camera now?"

"No, you still need to go through levels. ”

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan'er and Li Fenglong saw what is called a level, 30 heavy machine guns in a row to defend one after another, not 30 heavy machine guns, but 30 defenses!

Walk through layer after floor, and every time you go in, you're confronted with the muzzle of a black hole. They were dressed in clothes similar to camouflage uniforms, but with some differences, serious and neat. It can be seen that Taliban is a disciplined organization.

"You can use the camera. "After the last level, there are several dilapidated courtyards, which are like a maze, and there are naked and upper-body Afuhan people walking around, some with pistols, some with AKs, and some carrying things back and forth.

When Li Fenglong heard the translation's words, he quickly turned on the camera and kept the best shooting distance with Meng Chuan'er, and then followed her step by step. To follow her is to follow your heart and mission.

Meng Chuan'er looked at the camera with a downright and generous attitude, and even brought a professional smile: "Audience friends, this is the Time Weekly Video Center." It's 1:29 a.m. on August 15, Kabu ER time, and we've come to the scene of drug production and trafficking in Taliban after passing through the defense of 30 heavy machine guns, which is the first time in the world that a journalist can enter it, and now I'm going to report on the scene for you. ”

"Feng Leong, you stabilize the shot, and then ask the colleagues in the editing team to garbage the fragmented and nonsense footage in the middle. Meng Chuan'er is no longer the Meng Chuan'er who ridiculed Xiao Fenglong in reality, and immediately became a mature, wise, alert and professional reporter under the camera.

Li Fenglong gestured "OK" with his left hand on the camera.

Meng Chuan'er walked into a busy room where people were busy sorting different drugs made from poppy. There are three main types: opium, morphine, and heroin, the king of all poisons.

"Then you can see that they will put heroin in a bag of 3 grams, and the bag has a label on it. These are mainly used for retail and can be sold for up to 1,500 afhani per gram. Ms. Meng's voice turned into a voiceover, and Ms. Li moved the camera to the labeled bags on the table.

"Most of the buyers come from the slums of Kabuler, where a very small number of people smoke and most resell, and the heroin bought here can be sold for double to two times the net profit. Let's interview this young man. Meng Kuan'er pointed to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old who was looking to be a minor, and he was seriously labeling drugs.

"Ask the guys in the post-editing team to mosaic all the drug dealers. Meng Chuan'er instructed in the recorded video again and asked the child: "How long have you been doing this?" (All of the following dialogues omit the translation of the poker face, so please make up for the way he goes back and forth.) ）

"It's been two years. "This child's skillful movements are distressing.

"What would you want to do if you didn't do this?"

The child looked up at Meng Chuan'er, smiled, and showed a mouthful of small white teeth: "I wanted to be a teacher when I was 8 years old." Meng Chuan'er felt a pang in her heart, remembering that the Vienna Academy of Arts had announced Hitler's admission letter, but she didn't know why Hitler didn't receive this admission letter that could change the world.

If Hitler had received it, would the world have one less warmonger and one more artist? It's like if the child in front of you goes to school and becomes a teacher, there will be one less drug dealer who labels drugs.

The contrasts given by this world are regrettable, frustrating and sad.

Meng Chuan'er touched his head and motioned for him to continue, and then said to the camera: "Drug dealers can take drugs when they work, but they can't drink." Because of the huge demand for drugs, you need to work overtime, and alcohol is strictly forbidden here. ”

In fact, when Taliban first came to power, he vigorously pursued an anti-drug policy: all opium poppy farmers must immediately destroy their fields, and violators of the order must be sentenced to two years in prison and caning in public places. Those who continued to store opium were blackened and imprisoned in a small black room until they confessed and handed over all their stocks.

According to related news reports, in the midst of a vigorous anti-drug campaign, Taliban has a soft spot for public humiliation. The Taliban often forced drug possessors to form a line of defiant drug possession, carrying heavy packages containing heroin and opium as a punishment, and at the front of the procession there were loudspeakers announcing anti-drug laws.

In rural areas where the tribe was strong, Taliban also came up with the idea of joining the village: if anyone in any village was found to be cultivating opium without permission, the village elders would also be shaved off and join the ranks of the people who were humiliated in the streets.

Since 2005, since the loss of economic resources, Taliban has allowed the cultivation of opium and cannabis throughout Afghanistan. Therefore, on the one hand, it is used as a source of military salaries and strategic material supply to it, and on the other hand, it is to encircle the common people, that is, to open up the cultivation of opium poppies, and the whole people can rely on it to make money, so that its influence has gradually expanded.

Meng Chuan'er walked up to the guard at the door and asked him, "What kind of gun are you holding in your hand?"

The guard proudly said, "M2000." ”

"So you're very proud?"

"Yes, I am defending the territory of Afuhan, I am a warrior of Taliban, a warrior of Afuhan!"

"Do you think drugs can save Afuhan? What if the police come?"

The guard was dismissive and waved the M2000 in his hand: "When the police come, just wait to eat the gun, drugs can bring us money, we didn't force anyone to take drugs." ”

Li Fenglong observed Meng Kuan'er from the lens of the camera, he felt that there was really no better war correspondent than Meng Kuan'er, her aura and improvisation skills would not disappoint at any moment, she could easily communicate with people, even a Tuliban drug dealer with an M2000.

This requires extremely strong psychological quality and long-term development of empathy, Li Fenglong is a little proud, this is the person he likes. At the same time, there is also some loss, the good things in this world, the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle. is as tenacious as Meng Chuan'er, but there is no him in his heart.

There were many large trucks with canopies in the yard, each with a guard with a submachine gun, and each car had the same purpose - to buy drugs. Meng Chuan'er and Li Fenglong have been wandering around this courtyard for half an hour.

But it's clear that what Old A wants to show is definitely not just these dilapidated yards, underage drug-labeled children, or shirtless guards holding M2000s. If that's all there is, then Lao A is also a super awesome drug lord, not the spiritual leader of the Taliban.

The artificial intelligence robot translator seems to have enough power: "The boss said, now let you go to see the weapons and tank, and then I will meet you personally, but the boss only leaves you 20 minutes." ”

Meng Chuan'er nodded, asked Li Fenglong to quickly make up a few very precious photos, and then got into the Cadillac he came in and went straight to the core of Tullyban.