Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 41

People here can’t get out

“Brother Wen, put this on and the safety helmet on.” He Liang handed Wen Di a body armor with “PRESS” printed on it in large white material, “We are ready to enter area J.”

“Yes.” Wen Di took over the heavy body armor and put it on, with a serious look on his face.

After leaving the hotel, we took the embassy’s car and drove all the way to area J. The atmosphere on the road became increasingly tense.

Originally, you could still see complete buildings, but the closer you got to area J, the more ruins you saw.

There were bursts of black smoke rising from some of the dilapidated buildings, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The two underwent security checks at all levels, and after their passports were checked eight times, Wen Di was finally released into Area J.

Behind high walls, refugees struggle in their former homes.

Wen Di followed He Liang out of the outpost and asked in a low voice: “Can the people here get out?”

“We can’t get out.” He Liang walked forward without squinting, holding two huge black bags in his hands, which contained equipment for interview and shooting and a backup generator: “Those who come in here, as long as you have the blood of people from country B flowing on your body, even a fly will not be able to fly out.”

Just as Wen Di was about to say something, he suddenly felt his feet sinking. He lowered his head and saw a thin and small child hugging his legs and reaching out to him.

If you say it’s a child, it looks more like a top-heavy puppet.

It was impossible to tell whether the child was a boy or a girl. We could only roughly judge his age based on his height. He looked about six or seven years old.

The small clothes he was wearing had become dirty and smelled bad.

The length of the pants is a bit strange. Maybe it’s because I’ve grown taller, or maybe I can’t go back home and don’t have new, well-fitting pants to wear.

The child was very thin, his face did not have the chubby look that a child of this age should have, his skin was rough and cracked, and his lips had a lot of skin due to drinking too little water. Because he was too thin, his cheekbones were extremely prominent, his eyes were too sunken, and his limbs were like four hemp poles, with only skin and bones left. He was currently coiled on Wen Di’s legs.

Seeing that Wen Di was staring at him without any reaction, the child pointed to his mouth and made an “eating” gesture, and then tightly grasped Wen Di’s trouser legs with his dirty little hands.

Wen Di:……

He could only put down his luggage first, push the child away from him bit by bit, and repeat softly in Arabic, “Are you hungry? Wait a moment, I will find you something to eat.”

Wen Di didn’t like snacks. He only ate spicy sticks as snacks, but after getting together with Lu Huaichu, he rarely touched spicy sticks.

He searched in his bag and could only find a half-eaten pack of dry compressed biscuits.

The pack of compressed biscuits had just come out of the bag and seen the light of day again. The next second I heard the whistle, I saw a little black hand reach into my arms and snatch the biscuit away.

“Huh? No…” Before Wen Di could react, the child ran away.

He was barefoot, but he ran very fast. He ran to the base of a wall. The wall had been blown up so much that it was impossible to tell what kind of building it was originally. Now only some bricks were left to build it up to a height of more than two meters. An adult could climb over to the other side of the wall by pushing hard with his hands.

The child was hiding in the corner, his back pressed against the wall, looking around warily, for fear that others would come and snatch his food, like a little beast learning to hunt for the first time.

Seeing that there was no one around, he tore open the package and stuffed half of the compressed biscuit into his mouth. However, because he hadn’t drank water for too long, the moment the compressed biscuit entered his mouth, it sucked up all the precious water in his mouth.

The child choked and coughed instantly.

Cookie crumbs were ejected from his mouth and fell into the soil at his feet.He was so panicked that he stood up and squatted on the ground. He quickly picked up the garbage with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Maybe it was because he coughed too loudly just now, or maybe his actions attracted attention.Two other older children suddenly ran out from somewhere, but they were equally skinny and scary.

The two older children pounced on the child like hungry wolves, grabbing biscuits from his muddy hands and his mouth.

The three of them soon struggled together, but the child was obviously no match for the two older children. Within ten seconds, the biscuit was taken away, and he was beaten until he curled up on the ground and groaned.

Wen Di was stunned on the spot, unable to calm down for a long time: “They are…” He couldn’t believe his eyes, this was actually something that would happen in this modern society.

“Let’s go, Brother Wen, stop looking, it’s like this every day. The blockade in country L is too severe. It’s difficult to send in humanitarian relief supplies from various countries. When people are extremely hungry, all laws and morals are empty talk. You can even see the most primitive beastliness in them.” He Liang was obviously not surprised. He walked over and picked up Wen Di’s luggage on the ground. He stood between Wen Di and the child, blocking Wen Di’s sight.

“Okay…” Wen Di looked away with difficulty and followed He Liang. When he passed by the child, he didn’t dare to look, but the child’s weak moans like a kitten fell into his ears.

The J area has been bombed several times by the L people in the past few years. There are no intact buildings in the entire area. People have opened up a large open space in the northwest of the J area. The open space is adjacent to part of the upper reaches of the Jordanes River. The other side of the river is also heavily guarded by the L people.

If you want to escape through the Jordanes River, you will only be greeted by countless cold bullets.

The people of Country B who were blocked in Area J pitched tents in this large open space and turned it into a home, or a refugee camp.

Wen Di followed He Liang and looked at the refugee camp carefully.

There was a heavy rain here in the morning, and the dirt road instantly became muddy. There were many potholes on it, as if they had been stepped on by people here.

Wen Di thought of the child without shoes, and then remembered that the two older children also didn’t wear shoes. Maybe the people here were always used to going barefoot, or maybe when the bombs fell from the sky, they ran out of the house and had no time to put on shoes.

Also, at this moment when life is at stake, who would think about putting on the shoes delicately, tying the laces, and then leisurely running out of the door to avoid an air raid?

Some of the potholes that have been stepped on still have rainwater accumulated, and there are some plastic fragments and food residues floating on the water.

The hot and hot air is always mixed with the smell of excrement, which makes people want to cry.Wen Di rubbed his nose and sneezed.

Looking at He Liang’s back in front of me, I admired him even more. He has actually been living and working here for two years.

The entire refugee camp is made up of tents.

It was said to be a tent. Wen Di took a closer look and found that the so-called tent was actually a space supported by a few wooden sticks, and a layer of low-quality, blue and white striped plastic sheeting was covered on these wooden sticks.

Most of those plastic sheets were faded, and some had quite a few holes in them. People used wires to find a new piece of plastic sheet and fixed it in the place with the holes. Finally, they had a place to protect themselves from the wind and rain.

Just in time, a gust of wind blew by, causing the plastic sheet to rustle and the corners to lift up. Wen Di saw the figures huddled in the tent.

Their eyes were exactly the same as that of the child, timid, frightened, and without hope.

The tents here are all connected from front to back, with some narrow gaps left on the left and right for people to move in and out. The gaps between tents are the “streets” of the refugee camp.

Walking on these “streets”, Wen Di felt a pair of eyes shooting out from the darkness of those tents and staring at him.

He couldn’t help but quicken his pace and stayed close to He Liang.

It was lunch time, and there was a larger tent at the back of the refugee camp. That place was the “canteen” here.

“The food here is air-dropped at regular times every week and is very scarce. In order to prevent conflicts among everyone when sharing the food, we set up a place where everyone can eat from a big pot. When the air-drop comes, no one should grab it. It goes directly to the government, and the government will prepare the food and distribute it to everyone.” He Liang explained.

Wen Di took the camera, climbed to a relatively high ruins, and pressed the shutter button towards the “canteen”.

There was only a stove made of several large stones. Looking at the texture of the large stones, Wen Di felt as if some family’s load-bearing wall had been blown into pieces and then moved there.Several women in headscarves were gathered around the stove, using dead branches they picked up to light a fire. The thick smoke made them cough.

A shirtless middle-aged man stood next to the stove, holding a long-handled spoon in both hands and constantly stirring the pot.

Wen Di took a closer look. What was being cooked in the pot was batter porridge that was so thin that a human figure could be seen in it, with a few green cabbage leaves floating on it.

Behind the man is a large iron bucket, which contains turbid water with a layer of oil floating on the surface. It is drinking water for everyone.

Men, women, and children, all carrying broken pots and pans, lined up in front of the stove one by one, waiting for the man to use an iron spoon to share the food for the family today.

The smell of sweat, excrement, rotting garbage, burnt batter and porridge…all the smells were mixed together. Wen Di felt that his stomach began to contract irregularly, and he felt vaguely like vomiting.

He pressed his stomach hard and followed He Liang away.

The place where the two live is the place with the best sanitary conditions in the entire refugee camp, the “health center” here.

The health center is also near the refugee camp. The only difference is that the tents in the health center are arranged neatly and orderly. They are divided into tents for surgery, tents for patients, tents for doctors, and tents for people sent to support people from other countries like Xiang Wendi and He Liang.

Moreover, the health center has a special fence to separate them from the refugee camp.

Wen Di followed He Liang into a small tent in the corner. The tent was not big, and there were two camp beds inside. He Liang had already hung a hanging plastic sheet in the middle of the tent as a partition between the two beds.

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