Noisy is noisy, but time is not wasted.

The four of them walked along the route they had divided.

Although the difficulty of the specific route is unpredictable. After all, it is a flood, earthquake and other natural disasters. You don’t know what obstacles the original road will have. But among the first few routes drawn out, Mo Shangyun still chose

The difficult one.

Bu Yirong's team is the most difficult.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they were completely separated from the rest of the team, and the muddy road ahead made their movement even more difficult.

Gradually, they were able to see the tragic scene after the earthquake.

The ground cracked, mountains collapsed, and trees rose from the ground. After such a vibration in the mountainous area, it brought about unimaginable tragic scenes.

The rain was still falling, and the sound of rolling floods seemed very close at hand.

In the first half hour, they didn't meet anyone, but the natural landscape along the way made them feel awe in silence.

At first Yan Huihuan spoke loudly with a eloquent mouth, trying to ease the dull atmosphere in the air, but gradually even a man like him who was always full of passion lost his voice, and walked quietly with his head hanging down.

Behind Mo Shangjun.

"There is a village ahead."

Finally, Mo Shangyun, who was walking at the front, stopped.

The villages here are scattered and the houses and buildings are not crowded together, which seriously affects their survey.

After walking for so long, they finally saw an outline of a two-story red brick building in the quiet night. It seemed to stand proudly, but when the light shone through, their hearts were suddenly shocked.

The building that seemed to be erected suddenly collapsed. There were obvious cracks in the nearby ground, and the entire building sank in the middle.

The building was quiet and there was no sound at all.

They had not witnessed the shaking when the earthquake came, nor had they witnessed the moment when the building collapsed. All the movements had nothing to do with them. They only saw what they could see in front of them - the collapsed house, silent and without any trace of it.

sound.

The sound of rain falling on my ears seemed to suddenly become louder.

"If there are people living there, it's probably hopeless." This is what Ding Jing said after a moment of silence.

"Momo."

Yan Gui bit her lip and suddenly called Mo Shangjun.

No one knew what he meant, but they seemed to know what he meant.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Shangyun quickly made a decision, "Go and have a look."

She glanced back and added: "Yan Gui and I are going to see this building. Ding Jing, Yu Yitong, you guys are going to see the other ones. There should be more villagers walking in. Gather the villagers and calm down their emotions."

, organize rescue, but there is one thing - "

After a pause, Mo Shangyun blinked her eyes. She felt rain being blown into her eyes, and her voice suddenly became softer.

"We don't participate in rescues," she said.

The rescue and other follow-up teams arrived and they were responsible for the investigation.

Their mission is more important than the rescue team.

This was the order that the brigade repeatedly emphasized to them before leaving, and it was also the order that Mo Shangjun and Bu Yirong repeatedly emphasized to their team members on the helicopter.

Carrying such instructions, they are destined to encounter something.

"yes."

"Um."

Yu Yitong and Ding Jing responded one after the other.

Without saying much, the two groups dispersed automatically.

Ding Jing and Yu Yitong continued walking along the previous road, while Mo Shangyun and Yan Gui walked around the rice fields and along the path towards the two-story building they saw earlier.

"anyone there--"

As soon as he got closer, Yan Gui shouted at the top of his lungs.

He circled the building and shouted several times.

The only answer to him was silence.

After calling over and over without getting a response, Yan Gui thought to himself: There must be no one living here, maybe the owner has moved out long ago.

But his positive and optimistic thoughts were on the verge of collapse in less than three seconds.

Mo Shangyun stood beside a wall, standing quietly until Yan Gui discovered it after he had circled more than half a circle.

"Mo Mo, what--"

Yan Gui walked over and opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he was stunned.

They were standing in the direction of the main entrance.

The door panel collapsed as the wall tilted, and when the light shone on it, they could vaguely see the traces of the door panel.

Pressed down by the wall.

You can't see the body hidden under the door panel, but you can see the blood seeping out.

Bright red, dazzling.

There was a hand that stretched out from a corner of the door panel. It was only half-cut and was directly crushed. The attached body was just under the door panel.

It was a child's hand, which once belonged to a seven or eight-year-old girl.

On the small wrists, there are several leather rings to tie the hair, and a few red flowers as embellishments, the red is a bit dazzling.

The fingers that belonged to her were mutilated, and the arms were stained with blood and dust. They were washed away by the rain again, and the color became lighter. You can see that the original color of the skin is pale and pale.

It was difficult for Yan Gui to describe his feelings when he saw this scene, whether he was shocked and stunned, or sad and heartbroken.

He stared at it for about ten seconds, then rushed to the side and vomited crazily.

At this moment, he was only confused and dull.

Mo Shangjun still stood there, motionless. After a brief gaze, she removed the lighting flashlight in her hand.

Yan Gui vomited for a while and spit out all the bitter water.

He wiped his mouth vigorously, and then saw a bottle of water being handed to him.

When he looked up, he saw Mo Shangyun standing next to him, quiet and calm, with a stern expression, but not broken.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his head and drank some water, then stood up straight, exhaled and called her, "Mo Mo..."

Mo Shangjun just said lightly: "Time is tight, let's go."

After finishing his words, Mo Shangyun turned and left.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Gui felt that the nausea came back again, and his stomach was twisting and throbbing. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to contain the nausea, then looked down at the ground, quickly walked away from the building, and followed Mo.

Shangjun's footsteps.

Before arriving at the next house, Yan Gui's stomach was twitching all the time. When he closed his eyes, he saw the half of his arm and the leather band with the flowers.

The peaceful and quiet scene exudes unspeakable sadness.

He couldn't help but think about what kind of girl she was, seven or eight years old, wearing a beautiful little skirt, with long hair. She would occasionally let her hair down, and occasionally tie it up with a leather band, and she would be sweet and beautiful when she smiled...

He doesn't even know what she looks like.

He would never know what she looked like.

This made Yan Gui couldn't stop thinking about it, and his heart twitched one after another, as if being grasped by invisible big hands, with a strong sense of pressure and suffocation.

The mountains are no longer mountains and the water is no longer water. They collapse and shatter here. Everything that comes into view is cold and sharp weapons. Every step forward is like stepping on a knife. Blood flows across the ground and the land is desolate. (
Chapter completed!