\tAt three o'clock the next morning, Ning Jing was broken by a dense gunfire.

\tGu Miqing immediately bounced off the stool, leaned against the window, reached out to the mirror and poked the curtains out of the curtains.

\t"It's their routine gunfire." Yan Jiucheng got up from the bed but did not look at the window. Instead, he immediately looked at the surveillance camera in the notebook. He saw that the reporters in the room had already become accustomed to it. Most of them turned over and continued to sleep, but Sholk lifted the quilt and started to get up.

\tHe rushed to the window and opened the curtains, picked up the telescope and looked out, and then immediately began to pack up his things.

\t "Pack up and prepare to work." Seeing this, Yan Jiuzheng immediately carried his camera backpack, and various spy weapons were already placed inside.

\t "Let's go now?" Although Gu Miqing was a little confused, he rushed to the bathroom quickly and looked at his face in the mirror, making some fake skin more appropriate.

\tNo wonder Gu Miqing was surprised. You should know that it was only three in the morning. Although there were gunfire just now, this was an unwritten custom in this area for many years: people here believe that at three in the morning, those relatives who died of war could be retrieved home by the gunfire. The souls would stay at home until four in half, the sun began to emerge, and when all things resurrected, they would leave.

\tThis is similar to the meaning of the Eastern myth that the Ghost Gate is wide open at one or two o'clock in the morning and the Yin energy is sufficient.

\t"Dongdongdongdongdong." Yan Jiucheng's door was knocked violently.

\tGu Miqing immediately leaned against the back of the door with a gun in his hand, glared at Yan Jiucheng, and signaled him not to stand at the door, in case the opponent shot and was shot.

\t "Don't be nervous, it should be Sholk." Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and patted Gu Miqing on the shoulder and opened the door.

\t "Brother, aren't you going to Area C? I'm leaving. I have to go and take pictures of Gesan in the morning." It was indeed Sholk outside the door. He was carrying a camera backpack, wearing a brown cowhide jacket, and a toothbrush in his mouth. After saying that, he ran to his room.

\t Yan Jiucheng quickly called Lao Dian and Xuan Lin, and in just three minutes, the group gathered at the bottom of the building.

\tAt this time, a gust of cold wind blew over and drizzled in the air.

\tSeveral people shivered.

\tIt's spring here, and it's said that it can last for 30 years and it's hard to endure the spring cold. This is true, but it's suitable here. The spring cold comes as soon as it comes. It was very hot yesterday, but it was like ice in the early morning.

\t "It's so cold here?" Lao Dian took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it, but after thinking about it, he still didn't smoke it, so as not to attract guns from Mars.

\t "So many people?" Sholk ran down the stairs and saw four people standing below, with a look of shock.

\t "Introduction, driver, photographer, and..." Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and hugged Gu Miqing: "My girlfriend is as good as me in battlefield reporting."

\tSholk had met Gu Miqing yesterday, and knew that Lao Dian and Xuan Lin were with Yan Jiucheng, but so many people went there, he seemed very surprised and immediately shook his head: "No, there are too many people, it's not safe. If you go down, you will die."

\t "Then divide into two cars, I'll drive, Xuanlin, Sholk, you and my car, Gu Miqing, you can drive the car." Lao Diao immediately answered and reached out to Sholk: "I've been here two years ago, I'm familiar with this area, and make friends."

\tOld Dian's familiar personality and inexplicable sense of familiarity made Sholk quickly reach out his hand.

\t Yan Jiucheng knew that this thief was best at making strangers feel inexplicable trust in him in a short period of time. She saw Shork nodding: "Okay, but I want to take pictures of Gesang, I'd better have a car with Yan Jiucheng."

\tAs he said that, Sholk walked into the yard where several cars were parked, one of which was prepared by Lao Dian and the others.

\t "Please cooperate, you can go and place the signal immediately when I scanned the place." Yan Jiucheng whispered and patted Lao Dian's shoulder: "Don't be too close to us, nor too far away."

\t "Your car is too new, no, drive someone else's." Sholk turned around the old crane's car, shook his head repeatedly, stretched out his hand to touch the bullet holes of another car, and explained: "A car without bullet holes is easy to catch bullet holes."

\tThis is a little superstition that journalists who have worked in the war zone for a long time have.

\tIt's like the safest place is in the bullet crater. You always feel that cars with bullet holes are better, while cars without bullet holes must eat bullets.

\t Lao Dian hesitated for a moment.

\tThis car looks like an ordinary van, but it actually has a lot of spy weapons. If I change the car...

\t "Our car is better, with a full horsepower." Yan Jiucheng walked up quickly, grabbed Sholk who was about to get on the other car, pulled out the gun from his pocket, and smiled: "New car, new bullet holes, good luck."

With a bang, he hit the car door, leaving a concave bullet hole.

"I've been hit by a bullet in this car today, so I won't be hit again. Get in, brother." Yan Jiucheng opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Gu Miqing jumped to the driver's seat and drove, throwing a bag of dolls into the back seat.

Sholk thought about it and said that this is the reason. Since he got the bullet today, he will definitely not win again.

It's good luck.

Have to get into this car.

So he jumped up and sat in the back seat.

"Go to the east." Sholk pointed, stretched out his hand and pulled the plastic bag, and looked at the doll inside.

"We have been here and know the road. Just tell me where Gesang is. I'll send you over for an interview first, and let's see what you can take pictures of." Gu Miqing stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out of the yard. On the road late at night, the sound of the car starting seemed particularly loud.

Yan Jiucheng took out the national flag from his pocket, opened the window and sucked it to the roof of the car. Sork also sucked his national flag to the other side. Here, both government forces and black organizations knew that the ones who hung the national flag in the car were usually journalists.

In this way, although it will attract the black organization and may take you away, at least you can avoid most of the accidental injuries caused by the three government forces during the firefight. Now we are going to the war zone. This road is full of government forces and there are few black organizations.

"Go to the cemetery. Gesang's brother was buried today, I have to take a photo." Sholk said this, sighed softly, looked out the window, and smiled bitterly: "There are quite a lot of materials over there, and there are so many miserable materials. You can find them."

Yan Jiucheng looked at Shork through the rearview mirror, and saw him opening the plastic bag and taking out a doll from it, his eyes were a little sad.

"After a while, you can give Gesang a doll. This child has always liked dolls. When her mother was still alive, she held a doll every day." Shork handed the doll to Yan Jiuzheng.

"Why don't you give it to her by yourself?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

"You'll give it to me, it's a pity, this kid." Sholk inserted his finger into his hair. The hair was probably not washed for many days, and his dandruff flew straight, messy.

"How long have you been filming her? Do you want to make a series?" Yan Jiucheng, who was a reporter, judged something and asked.

Sholk nodded and sighed quietly.

Shork has been with Gesang for quite a long time, and it will take about six months.

The first time I took Gesan was when the war started, her father was holding her and running across the flying place. Shork just pressed the shutter and Gesan entered his camera.

At that time, he didn't think there was anything different about Gesang.

"You have to know that it is easy to take a child crying under the war here. Now it doesn't even touch the photos of death. There are deaths everywhere, and civilians die every day. When I pressed the shutter that day, I didn't expect Gesang to be the subject of my long-term follow-up, but when I came back to screen the photos, she was really different."

Sholk's eyes burst into passion, the kind of passion that the reporter saw the shocking scene, bright.

As he said that, he took out a photo of some wrinkles from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jiuzheng.

Yan Jiucheng saw it and his heart moved.

This is a photo that is a little dim and does not even meet the golden line of the photo. If it is placed normally, it must be a bad photo. Gesan was held by a young man who tried his best. The man had scars on his face and blood. His thin arms were tightly hugged his daughter. Behind him was the terrified mother of Gesan and a crying little boy. Behind the boy was a young man who turned his head and looked at the flying bricks.

That young man should be the one who died yesterday.

Where is Gesan?

She did not cry or make a fuss, but laughed, holding a small kite in her hand.

Her smile was so innocent, like an angel, and her strong sense of security and trust that could definitely protect her in her parents were fully reflected in a girl of four or five years old.

"I've been photographing her for six months, and her smile disappeared little by little." Sholk once again inserted his finger into his hair. He would do this when he was very uncomfortable, looking out the window: "First, my father died, then my brother died, and just ran on the ground, and then her mother died, and this one was left."

Sholk pointed to the young man who turned his head and didn't take a picture of the front, and stopped talking.

The last relative died yesterday and his head was cut off.

This set of photos records the tragedy of Little Sanger, and the tragedy of a civilian, especially a child, is the most responsive in the world. It caused a response and made people pay attention to it.

Paying attention to this, a place that has been fighting for more than ten years, Sholk used the power of his reporter to try to arouse the attention of international arbitration and to restore peace here.

The car stopped in ruins.

This is close to the outermost part of the war zone.

After getting off the bus, the fog was not visible, but I could hear all kinds of crying sounds, including women, men, children, and elderly people. Some were hoarse, some were hoarse, and some were slapped in the face.

This ruin is a cemetery for civilians, but there is no place to be buried because there are too many people who die, and they are thrown into a big pit, pushing something down and burying it.

Yan Jiucheng took two steps and stepped on something strange. He bent down and saw a hand stretching out from the ruins and was stepped on by him. He quickly bounced away.

This place is full of dead people, and they are in a panic.

"Every week, excavators will come over and make a big hole for these newly dead people and pile them up together." Sholk pointed to the distance: "Gesan is there."

Not far away, under the thick fog, a small and thin body stood high in the ruins, standing on tiptoe to look into the distance, holding a piece of paper in her hand. She was wearing very little, but her skin was dark, and she couldn't tell whether her mouth was frozen or black.

His whole body was trembling.

"Aren't you afraid? Gesang?" A little boy next to him looked around tremblingly: "Let's go almost, I'm so scared, it's too dark."

"I'm not afraid." Gesang shook his head and looked at the distance. The thick fog made her unable to see much farther, but her eyes seemed to penetrate everything, full of hope.

Even, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

It is completely different from the crying around.

"It's too dark." The little boy kept shaking with the cross: "You ran out secretly... If I had known, I wouldn't have come with you."

Gesang raised the paper in his hand, with his brother's head drawn on it: "I like darkness the most, because only at night can my family come here to meet through gunfire and meet with his family. I love darkness."
Chapter completed!