I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Regarding this so-called "combat meeting", Brother Long is not very clear about what it is talking about.

He could only see that most of the people participating in the meeting were relatively young, and many of them even looked as green as if they had just come out of college, with a hint of excitement on their faces.

"Are we going to be on TV?"

"Hmph, that's right, come here and let your sister who was an anchor teach you what to do next to make yourself look good on camera."

"Sister Ji, take a look at my face for me. I haven't slept well in the past two days. There seems to be something wrong..."

"Don't worry, Jingwen. This time the prophet said that the content of the shooting will be edited later. There is no need to be too nervous. But if it is true, my knife may not be able to be photographed."

"Do you need my help with makeup?"

"No!" "No, no, no!" "I...I don't think it's necessary."

These people were very lively over there, which seemed to be in stark contrast to Long Ge who was timid and timid at the moment.

In addition to these people, there were some people in military uniforms sitting on chairs, as if they were pulling the arm of a certain young man.

The young man was holding the phone tightly in both hands, and when his arm was pulled, he let out a monster-like howl: "Wait, wait! I can pass this blame in no time! Give me another 10 minutes! Ah! This game can't Save it!!"

There is also a large display screen above the young man's head, and two men can be seen in the display screen.One was dressed in a stiff formal suit, with a simple, expressionless face, and sharp eyebrows and eyes like a scabbard; the other was sitting in a wheelchair, covering his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him.

The people in these two screens probably have high status. Although there is no clear symbol, their temperament and posture still make Long Ge feel this way.

But maybe it was because the young man who played the mobile game was so out of tune that the two of them seemed to be somewhat overwhelmed.

The scene suddenly showed a situation of a group of demons dancing wildly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Brother Long hesitantly glanced at the prophet next to him.

The Prophet seemed to know what he was going to ask in advance, so he just said lightly: "Let's shoot, from now on."

"These will become precious historical records in the future," he said, "Even if they are meaningless, it's not bad to keep them as a thought."

Listening to his words, Brother Long could only shake his head.

Gritting his teeth, he turned on the camera, and then hung the whole person beside him and squatted in the corner, watching his nose, nose and heart, like a harmless potted plant.

Brother Long didn't know exactly what the meeting was talking about.He could only hear that these people seemed to be arranging the next schedule, intending to be foolproof by deploying in advance.

Among these people, although the prophet didn't say much, Brother Long could tell that among all the people present, he was the one who made the decision.

No matter what problems the group of young people had, or the guy who was dragging his limbs and still playing mobile games made any comments, in the end they would look at the "prophet", as if they wanted to get a response from him.

Brother Long also saw very clearly that every time the prophet faced such a problem, he would first remain silent.

After a period of time, he would slowly say some lines that were unclear, and then he began to make corresponding arrangements for those people's questions and opinions.

It's as if the prophet is the brain of this group of people, and any reaction needs to pass through him, otherwise it will not be convincing to others.

This should be some big guy.

Brother Long was fiddling with the camera while thinking in his heart.

Although it looked a bit serious, but no matter what, the mysterious aura on the other party still made people feel that his identity was definitely not ordinary.

With the support of such thoughts, Brother Long remembered the Prophet's promise of "we will protect you" before, and his uneasy heart relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but feel more at ease.

In any case, a big man like the other party should not fool himself casually...

With this in mind, Brother Long perfectly fulfilled the duty of a "bonsai man" - to record this combat meeting from beginning to end.

He didn't know whether these images would be released in the future, and he didn't know whether these materials would really be engraved in history as the prophet said. Such things were too far away, and he didn't have much time to think about them now.

Brother Long just felt a little hungry right now.

He remembered that when he came here from Linjiang City, he seemed to have just eaten some lunch in a hurry. Before he was full, he was called to gather urgently, and then he took a car for several hours, all the way to Xinhai City.

After such a long drive, coupled with the uneasy state of mind, when he really relaxed, Brother Long's stomach started to growl.

Coincidentally, at this time, the combat meeting seemed to be coming to an end.

As an observer, Long Ge felt that this battle meeting did not seem to achieve the specified effect.

I don't know why, but Brother Long felt that the arrangement of this combat meeting seemed a little rough.

Many people put forward their own questions and opinions, but it seems that there are still many problems that have not been resolved. At the end of the meeting, many people frown, and it seems that there are still many questions.

However, the Prophet calmly announced that the battle meeting was over, and then he walked to Brother Long and looked at him calmly: "Mr. Chen must be hungry, please come with me, I will take you to the cafeteria."

"Ah? Ah, oh." Brother Long nodded subconsciously, and glanced at the two screens behind him.

Right now, the two people on the screen are looking at the Prophet's back with deep eyes.

Patting himself on the cheek, Brother Long didn't say anything, but just followed the Prophet towards the cafeteria.

While on the road, the Prophet suddenly said: "Mr. Chen's equipment, can the precision be waterproof and deal with bad weather?"

what?
Brother Long was slightly taken aback.

He turned his head and glanced at the side face of the prophet, but only saw half of his face.

The other half of the face was hidden in the shadows that the sun couldn't reach, and the darkness was a little creepy.

He hesitated for a while before saying, "Yes."

Brother Long is still very clear about his baby.

Hearing this, the Prophet nodded: "That's good."

"Then I hope that no matter what happens next, Mr. Chen must, must stick to your professional creed."

The Prophet said, with his fingers on his lips: "No matter what happens, please record it, even if it is a scene that makes your heart jump, please always remember-set up the camera."

He looked straight at Brother Long with deep eyes: "This is my only request."

I don't know why, even though it is still daytime, under the direct gaze of those eyes, Brother Long feels a suffocation that is close to... fear.

It was like looking into the abyss, vaguely seeing countless pairs of skeletal hands stretching out from under the abyss, wrapping around his body in the quiet night, pulling him down little by little...

He vaguely noticed that on the prophet's upright finger, the pure white ring lit up with a long white light.

White light escaped from the area around the ring, sticking to Brother Long's body like a mist, slowly seeping into his brain.

In just a second, Brother Long felt a little dizzy.

He felt that his voice seemed to be dreaming: "Ah, I... I know. I will."

After getting the desired answer, the Prophet nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"The cafeteria is just ahead," he said calmly, looking at Brother Long, "Mr. Chen can go to eat now."

"Next is your rest time, and you can officially join the operation tomorrow morning," said the prophet, "but during this time, please also teach my subordinates how to use the equipment."

After saying this, he turned and left, like an iceberg moving away from a ship, and the raging waves gradually calmed down.

Only Brother Long stood there alone, gasping for breath as if he had regained the air.

Only then did he realize that before he knew it, his back was already covered in cold sweat!

Gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, Brother Long's expression was a bit bitter: "I always feel that this job is not easy to do..."

Sighing, Brother Long tidied up his face again, and then walked into the cafeteria.

Even if it's not easy to do, you have to follow along.

After eating, he took several of his team members to find those who needed guidance as the prophet had said before.

Unsurprisingly, these people were the young people who had been reunited in the conference room before.

It's funny to say that these young people basically didn't reveal their real names when they reported their families, but used a name that was the same as their "code name" instead.

Some are called "Red Lotus Walker", some are called "Blood Rose", and some are called "Recorders". It sounds weird and varied.

Although he felt very happy in his heart, Brother Long still had a sullen face and didn't show his emotions on his face.

He tried his best to instruct these people how to use the equipment, just like instructing his juniors, no matter what problems arise, he will guide them carefully.

These young people are also quick to learn things, and it didn't take long for them to understand this stuff.It might not be very professional, but at least there is nothing too wrong with the record.

This made Brother Long very pleased.

After finally pointing out these people's problems, Brother Long yawned.

He glanced at the time, only to realize that it was almost twelve o'clock before he knew it.

Scratching his head, Brother Long said with some embarrassment: "How about... just do it today?"

He is not the same as these young people, they have a lot of energy, but Brother Long now feels that he is too vain.

If he was two years younger, he might still be able to cook with these people, but now he just wants to hold his thermos tightly and put a handful of wolfberries in it.

These young people nodded their heads, and then returned the equipment to Brother Long and his team members.

Holding the equipment in his hand, Long Er led these people back to his room - someone had led them to a few row of houses before and told them that this was where they lived.

The room is not bad. Although I don't know why the comrades who came to inform me have a weird expression, at least all the basic facilities are complete, and it doesn't look much different from a hotel.

After saying goodbye to the team members, Brother Long went back to his room.

Putting the camera equipment aside, Brother Long lay on the bed, feeling a little sluggish.

Maybe it's because I stayed in the car for too long today.

Brother Long thought so, and after tidying up his bed, he decided to go to sleep.

He fell asleep very quickly, much faster than usual, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed.

After this sleep, I slept until the second half of the night.

In the middle of the night, Brother Long was woken up by a rush of phone ringing.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Brother Long groped for the bedside table, and after searching for a long time, he finally found his mobile phone.

Putting the phone to his ear, Brother Long said in a daze, "Hello?"

The voice on the other side of the phone is very familiar. Brother Long only heard it this morning: "Mr. Chen, do you still remember our promise today?"

Ok?
Because he had just woken up, Brother Long's consciousness was still a little fuzzy. He said vaguely, "What... what promise?"

The voice of the person on the other side of the phone was calm: "Keep recording, no matter what happens, no matter what incomprehensible situation you encounter, even if your companion dies in front of you, even if you are severely injured and in unbearable pain, please keep taking pictures."

"Then good luck."

After saying this, the phone hung up.

Hearing the busy tone of "beep beep" in his ear, Brother Long put down the phone inexplicably: "What's the matter..."

Yawning, he was about to turn over and go back to sleep.

But inexplicably, Brother Long shuddered.

"Why does it always feel... that the temperature is lower than before?"

He got up from the bed, stepped on the ground with both feet, and then jumped back to the bed in fright: "Damn it?!"

Looking at the ground in disbelief, Brother Long realized that the original carpet was covered with a thick layer of ice at some point, and the original fiber products were now as cold as the polar regions!

He frantically took out a pair of slippers from the bedside table. Brother Long put them on his feet and came out of the room trembling before he had time to think about why there was a pair of slippers next to the cabinet not far from the ice surface.

After he came out, Brother Long realized that at some point, the entire corridor was covered with a layer of frost, as if it was a world of ice and snow, and the ice cubes on the top of his head even solidified into sharp ice picks, which were pressed against his forehead, scaring him. Jump.

Trembling as he passed by the forest-like ice cone, Brother Long desperately knocked on the door of the team members next to him: "Old Zhang! Old Zhang! Don't sleep, something happened!"

He kept knocking like this, but no matter how hard he tried, the team members did not come out of the door.

This made Brother Long's uneasiness even stronger.

"What's the situation, this is..." He scratched his head, and took two steps back, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden, and everyone disappeared..."

Just when he thought so.

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream in the distance!

Ok? !

Brother Long suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the screams.

He heard it clearly, the scream was clearly his teammate, that ordinary-looking female reporter!
What's wrong with her? !
Brother Long didn't hesitate for a moment, and wanted to run to the place where the screams were happening while wearing slippers!
However, before he could take two steps, Long Ge's footsteps went from far to near, and he fell back into his room again.

Opening the door of the room, he rushed to his bedside table in three steps at a time, grabbed his camera equipment on the cabinet, regardless of how much this thing hindered his movement, he just turned it on with a blank face, and then carried it. Run with it!
The camera was turned on, and on the narrow screen, Brother Long's expression at this moment was like lifeless ice.

There was a jolt, and the surrounding environment became clearer and clearer in the wobbly field of vision.

The camera is like a cold-eyed spectator, recording everything without emotion.

And he also included what happened to Brother Long in his own film.