After I was reborn, I broke my idol

I should have thought of this ending.

Gu Yu wiped the dust off his face, and many images flashed through his mind, some blurred or clear, but his mind was completely blank.People always look back on their life at such times, either relieved or unwilling.Gu Yu thought, he should be free.

At this moment, in the midst of such artillery fire, she lay on the ground and crawled forward with the camera in her arms. The dust and sweat on her face were mixed with the mud and the gunpowder smoke left in the air, and she looked very embarrassed.She was already injured and unable to move, but she was still trying her best to escape from the encirclement.

Maybe it's human nature, she thought, she has to try.

It was clear that she was surrounded—foreign soldiers, militants, bombers whizzing overhead.

But she can't do anything.

The roar of artillery fire in the distance is still continuous, and the bombs dropped by the unmanned bombers flying overhead from time to time are frightening.She saw stumps, dark brown blood, she saw the wounded, and the mourning was everywhere.

Gu Yu gritted his teeth and clenched the SLR camera in his hand.

No... She can't go... She can't save so many people, she's not a savior, she can't save them, she can only record it all.

She suddenly remembered a sentence that the gray-haired, well-known and experienced white professor asked herself in class when she was still studying in the United States: "Gu, if you see the wounded on the battlefield, would you Do you choose to save him, or do you choose to raise your camera and record it?"

Gu Yu still clearly remembers his youthful self-sufficiency and decisive answer at that time: "Raise my camera to record it, so that more people can know the truth of the war."

The truth of the war, the truth of the war?

Does the truth of war really exist?

Do people really want the truth?

When morality and truth are at odds, which side will you choose?

As he got older, such questions puzzled Gu Yu day after day.

"Gu, you are a very talented student, and you will become a very good reporter." The old professor later said to Gu Yu when she graduated, "If you desire peace, if you still have journalistic ideals , then please go to the battlefield to have a look.”

So Gu Yu came.

In fact, there is nothing to do.

But what's the use of saying that now?

There was another loud noise, followed by a cloud of dust and shell fragments.

The pain in her whole body was already numb, and now she could only feel the hot and humid liquid sliding down her head and cheeks.

At this time, Gu Yu suddenly thought that he should not live in the past.

Just... die in a foreign country like this?Bring your own camera, everything you own, mixed with the tragedy of this life, are you going to bury them all in this war-torn land?

"Why do you want to be a war correspondent?" Gu Yu still remembered what the interviewer asked him when he applied to report in Iraq.

"Because I'm not afraid of death." Gu Yu remembered answering like this.

When you no longer have anything, you will no longer be afraid of losing.

But... there will always be someone in my mind...

When I think of that person, I can't help being gentle.

The air-dropped bomb fell, and the shadow of the persistent and unwilling female reporter in the field was no longer seen on the ruins.

In this war-torn land, a seed of peace was planted.

"On November [-], [-], a Chinese female war reporter went missing during the Iraq war and has been confirmed dead."

"Remember the most influential reporter in the world for decades—Huaxia reporter Gu Yu."

"She has reported hundreds of large and small battles, starting from human nature, but she has always treated them rationally."

"Gu Yu—Tell the truth about wars all over the world with words."

"Use death to tell people the truth of the war—Huaxia sacrificed female reporter Gu Yu."

After Gu Yu died, her colleagues in the same unit were more or less interviewed by various media.Among them, Jiang Jin, the most popular gold medal host, as Gu Yu's former colleague, is the focus of inquiries from the media.

"May I ask Teacher Jiang, what impression do you have of your former colleague, Gu Yu who died in Iraq?"

"Mr. Jiang, do you have any thoughts on Teacher Gu Yu's sacrifice?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Jiang, you—"

The voices of inquiries from various reporters accompanied by the constant flashing of spotlights made Jiang Jin's brain feel like a pinprick of pain.Her female assistant, An Hua, led a few bodyguards in black suits to break through the encirclement of the reporters, and abruptly rescued Jiang Jin.

In the three days since he heard the news of Gu Yu's sacrifice in Yiguo, Jiang Jin has hardly slept a wink, but just kept working, as if he would not be sad if he immersed himself in one thing.

Assistant An didn't know why Jiang Jin lost his composure. She remembered that Jiang Jin had nothing to do with that reporter Gu.

"I'm sorry, fellow journalists. After finishing the recording this afternoon, Mr. Jiang went into the editing room to review the film overnight. He hasn't closed his eyes until now. I hope everyone can give Mr. Jiang some space." An Hua said loudly while standing on the high platform.

"Teacher Jiang! I heard about your relationship with Gu Yu—" The faint question reached Jiang Jin's ears.

Jiang Jin, who had already been escorted out of the encirclement by bodyguards, staggered and almost fell when she heard this, she gritted her teeth and stopped abruptly.

At this time, Jiang Jin suddenly remembered that Gu Yu liked reading books the most.Sometimes when I see something I like, I will extract it and take a picture for myself.

【"What will you do if one day I die?"

"I'll run, keep running and forget about them telling me you're dead. Until I forget who I am and why I'm running and stop and have a good meal. Love someone again .”]

At that time, I just praised her lightly, "Gu Ji's handwriting is really good".

The perfunctory tone that anyone with a discerning eye knows, but that person is as happy as a child.

The bodyguard interrupted Jiang Jin's absent-mindedness by asking in a low voice in confusion: "Mr. Jiang, you..."

"It's okay, let me just say something." Jiang Jin took a deep breath, and turned to face a group of wolf-like entertainment journalists and the dazzling spotlight.

She weighed her words.She was a little dizzy looking at the entertainment reporters who fell silent for a moment and the flashing spotlights.

"We don't know each other well." Jiang Jin straightened her somewhat embarrassing clothes without losing her demeanor, but she couldn't hide her pale face at all. She said every word with a loud voice and a serious face: "I'm sorry for Teacher Gu Yu's words." The sacrifice is very sad. The country has lost a very good journalist. But—”

Jiang Jin closed his eyes, but opened them again in an instant, with a trace of determination in his eyes: "But, we don't know each other well."

After that, Jiang Jin didn't miss it, turned around and left.

Gu Yu, you are right, the spotlight hurts the eyes too much.

I kind of, want to get out of here.

If I had listened to you finish your sentence at that traffic light intersection, wouldn't you have gone to the battlefield?

It's all over...it's all over...

Tears fell from Jiang Jin's eyes, and her expression could not be seen clearly under the lowered brim of her hat.

"Look, she is really heartless." Gu Yu, who was floating in mid-air, gave a wry smile, and said to the little round ball beside him, never mentioning how she was always by Jiang Jin's side these three days, watching her He was stunned when he heard the news of his death.

Never mentioning that penetrating kiss as if it didn't exist.

"Ms. Gu, you have exceeded the time limit stipulated by the underworld. Please hurry up and leave the world with me and report to the underworld." The little ball bounced up and down and said impatiently.

"No. 1113, your underworld is too impersonal." Gu Yu raised his eyebrows, looking like a rogue who is not afraid of boiling water: "I just came to see my idol! You look anxious .Anyway, he is also an excellent employee of the underworld, so be calm."

"You've been watching for three days!" No. 1113 pierced her mercilessly.

"Hey, hey, you're too persistent!" Gu Yu smiled coyly, "I'm just kidding."

No. 1113 flew around her in a circle, which seemed to be urging.

"Cheng Chengcheng, let's go with you! Let's go now!" Gu Yu said helplessly.

"Received!" No. 1113 flew around Gu Yu several times again, and the originally lively mechanical voice became serious and staid: "No. 1113 hell-fu actuator application to bring the stranded soul Gu Yu to the hell to report."

"Received request 1113, we are matching you with a vacant consultation room."

"The match is successful, please lead Ms. Gu Yu to the consultation room 1113 on 001 to report."

"Received on the 1113th!"

After receiving the news, the small mechanical eyes of No. 1113 looked Gu Yu up and down again, but they didn't find anything unusual about Gu Yu.

Seeing it approaching him, Gu Yu rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "What are you looking at!"

Isn't the 001 workshop under the jurisdiction of that adult?How can this soul, He De, make that adult look at him differently?Could it be...she has immeasurable merit?

No. 1113 was in awe of Gu Yu.

"Ask you! What are you looking at!" Gu Yu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of it, almost poking its metal shell.

No. 1113 avoided her without a trace: "Ms. Gu Yu, the portal to the underworld is about to open, please sit still and support me."

Gu Yu took one last look at Jiang Jin, then nodded.

So, Jiang Jin, goodbye.

I wish you happiness and may you be well.

Ever since the man named Qiao Buti came down, the underworld has embarked on the road of modernization.

From the handwritten life and death book to the computer entry, it is only a few decades, and the underworld has completely undergone earth-shaking changes.

The staff basically bid farewell to the traditional judges and impermanence, and switched to mechanized intelligent robots to clean up and bring back the lingering souls.

Before entering the consultation room 001, No. 1113 stared at Gu Yu again with a strange look.The latter looked hairy, and immediately asked suspiciously: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," No. 1113 fluttered up and down, "I wish you a pleasant consultation."

Gu Yu rolled his eyes, feeling that this hell is too inhumane - he always says things that people don't like to hear.It is said that popular people can piss people off, but one day I will be pissed off by a system.

Gu Yu's spirit of complaining is burning—what is meant by "sit tight and hold on well" and what is meant by "pleasant consultation", have you made any mistakes?

What the hell is this?What about Po Meng and Hades' underworld?Why is it a little different from what you imagined?

Having said that, I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't show it on the face.So reporter Gu knocked on the door and opened consultation room No. 001.

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Please accept the new article "Shangshen, please stay behind"~

I just want to go to the bar on earth to catch a good-looking young lady who is kidnapped and put into bed. The little overlord x has a lot of theoretical knowledge. It’s a boring job.

双处

As the younger sister of the contemporary King of Hades, Xiu Mu, who is known as the tyrant of the underworld, has an unspeakable problem—fear of ghosts.

Yama of the tenth hall stared at the little ancestor who turned the eighteenth floor of hell upside down with his big eyes like copper bells, helpless——

"Yan Wang, your sister overturned Po Meng's pot again, and Po Meng said she was going to strike."

"King of Hell, Diting Bodhisattva's hair was pulled off by your sister. Diting is gone now."

"Yan Wang, the soul hooked back by Black and White Impermanence was chained by your sister. Xie Bi'an said that the two of them are going on vacation."

"Yan Wang, Judge Cui's judge pen was broken by your sister, Judge Cui said—"

Yan Wang Xiuyang scratched his life and death book with a stab, looked at his restless sister with a headache, waved his big hand, and found her a leisurely job, let her go to the world to see the world.

Who knew that the underworld bully ran to the bar on his first night in the world and was drugged, and had a flirt with a beautiful woman with fair skin and long legs.

After waking up, Xiu Mu rubbed his waist while baring his teeth and waving his claws to show his prestige to the woman: "Do you know who I am?"

The woman with teeth marks on her neck raised her eyebrows slightly, and in the next second, Xiu Mu huddled in the corner with the quilt in her arms and smiled coquettishly, "Hello, Lord Shangshen..."

Before a certain god could speak, a pale female ghost appeared from the corner of the room and said, "My lord, I have been wronged..."

With a groan, Xiu Mu threw herself into the arms of a certain God.

"Sister Shangshen, I'm afraid of ghosts." Xiu Mu rubbed Yan Lingxian's softness flatteringly.

Yan Lingxian: Where are you rubbing your head?

Later, when Xiu Mu was bragging with the friends of the underworld, he put his hips on his hips and looked arrogant: "Do you know who I am, the godly face Lingxian?"

A group of people tremblingly looked at Yan Lingxian behind Xiu Mu.

Yan Lingxian grabbed Xiu Mu's ear and said coldly, "I'm sorry, the children at home are not sensible."

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