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

“Are we going to be on TV?”

"Hehe, that's right. Come here, everyone. Let the sister who used to be a host teach you what you should do next to make yourself look better on camera."

"Sister Ji, please help me take a look at my face. I haven't slept well these past two days, and it seems like something is wrong..."

"Don't worry, Jingwen. The prophet said that the filmed content will be edited later, so there's no need to be too nervous. But to be honest, I don't think my knife will be able to be filmed."

"Do you need help with your makeup?"

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

These people gathered there and were having a lot of fun, which formed a sharp contrast with the timid Brother Long at the moment.

In addition to these people, there were some people in military uniforms sitting on chairs, seemingly pulling the arms of a young man.

The young man tightly grasped the phone with both hands, and when his arms were pulled, he howled like a monster: "Wait, wait a minute! I can defeat this monster soon! Give me another ten minutes! Ah! This game cannot be saved!!"

There was a large display screen above the young man's head, and two men could be seen on the screen. One was wearing a stiff suit, with a blank expression and sharp eyes, while 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 two people on the screen probably have relatively high status. Although there is no clear symbol, their temperament and posture still make Brother Long feel that way.

But perhaps because the young man playing the mobile game was so out of tune, the two of them seemed a little overwhelmed.

The scene suddenly became like a riot of demons.

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

The prophet seemed to know what he was going to ask in advance, and simply said, "Shoot, start now."

"These will become valuable historical records in the future," he said. "Even if they don't mean anything, it's good to keep them as a memory."

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

He gritted his teeth, turned on the camera, then hung beside and squatted in the corner, watching the nose with his eyes and the heart with his nose, like a harmless potted plant.

Brother Long was not very clear about what the meeting was about. He could only hear that these people seemed to be arranging the next schedule, intending to make sure everything went well by making advance arrangements.

Among these people, although the prophet did not say much, Brother Long could see that among all the people present, he was the one who made the decisions.

No matter what questions the group of young people had, or what opinions the guy who was playing mobile games with his limbs pulled had, they would eventually look at the "prophet", as if wanting to get a response from him.

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

After a while, he would slowly utter some lines that made people feel awe-inspiring, and then start to make corresponding arrangements in response to those people's questions and opinions.

It’s as if the prophet is the brain of this group of people. Any reaction needs to go through him, otherwise it will not convince others.

This must be some important person.

Brother Long was thinking this in his mind as he fiddled with the camera.

Although he looks a little serious, the mysterious aura around him makes people feel that his identity is definitely not ordinary.

With this thought in mind, Brother Long remembered the prophet's promise "we will protect you", and his originally uneasy heart relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.

No matter what, a big shot like that wouldn't fool me so easily...

With this idea in mind, Brother Long perfectly fulfilled the duties of a "pot plant man" - recording this combat meeting from beginning to end.

He didn't know whether these images would be released in the future, nor did he 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 the time to think about them now.

Brother Long just felt a little hungry at the moment.

He recalled that when he came here from Linjiang City, he seemed to have only eaten a quick lunch. Before he had finished eating, he was urgently notified to gather. Then he took a car for several hours and arrived in Xinhai City.

After such a long drive and feeling uneasy, when Brother Long finally relaxed, his stomach suddenly started growling.

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

As an observer, Brother Long felt that this combat meeting did not seem to achieve the intended effect.

For some reason, Brother Long felt that this combat meeting seemed to be arranged a little roughly.

Many people raised their own questions and opinions, but it seemed that there were still many unresolved issues. At the end of the meeting, many people had frowns on their faces, as if they still had many questions.

However, the prophet calmly announced that this combat meeting was over, and then walked to Brother Long and looked at him calmly: "Mr. Chen must be hungry, please follow me, I will take you to the cafeteria."

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

The two people on the screen are looking at the prophet's back with deep eyes.

Patting his cheek, Brother Long said nothing, but followed the prophet to the cafeteria.

On the way, the prophet suddenly asked, "Mr. Chen's equipment, is it accurate enough to be waterproof and cope with bad weather?"

Huh? Brother Long was slightly startled.

He turned his head to glance at the prophet's profile, but he only saw half of his face.

The other half of the face was hidden in the shadow where the sunlight could not reach, and it was so dark that it was a bit creepy.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay."

Brother Long is 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 finger on his lips: "Please record whatever happens. Even if it is a scene that will scare you, 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 was still daytime, when looking directly into those eyes, Brother Long felt a suffocation that was almost like... fear.

It was like peering into the abyss and vaguely seeing countless pairs of skeleton hands quietly reaching up from below, wrapping around his body in the quiet night, and pulling him down little by little...

He vaguely noticed that the pure white ring on the prophet's raised finger was emitting a long white light.

White light emanated from near the ring, sticking to Brother Long's body like mist and slowly seeping into his brain.

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

He felt that his voice was like a dream: "Ah, I...I know. I will."

After getting the answer he wanted, the prophet nodded slightly: "Thank you."

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

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

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

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

Only then did he realize that his back was covered in cold sweat without him noticing!

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

With a sigh, Brother Long tidied his face and walked into the cafeteria.

Even if it's difficult, you have to do it.

After finishing his meal, he took a few of his teammates and went to find those people who needed guidance as the prophet had mentioned.

As expected, these people were the young people who had gathered in the conference room before.

It’s funny to say that these young people basically did not reveal their real names when introducing themselves, but instead used a “code name” as a substitute.

Some are called "Red Lotus Walker", some are called "Blood Rose", and some are called "Recorder". They sound strange and varied.

Although he felt very happy in his heart, Brother Long still had a stern face and did not show his emotions.

He did his best to instruct these people on how to use the equipment, just like he was instructing his own juniors. No matter what problems arose, he provided careful guidance.

These young people learn things very quickly, and they figured it out in no time. They may not be very professional, but at least there are no major problems in the record keeping.

This made Brother Long very pleased.

After finally pointing out some of these people’s problems, Brother Long yawned.

He glanced at the time and realized that it was almost twelve o'clock.

Scratching his head, Brother Long said awkwardly: "How about...let's just leave it at that for today?"

He is different from these young people. They have plenty of energy, but Brother Long now feels too weak.

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

The young people nodded with satisfaction and returned the equipment to Brother Long and his team members.

Holding the equipment in his hand, Long E led these people back to their rooms - before that, someone had taken them on a tour of several row of houses and told them that this was where they would live.

The room was pretty good. Although I wasn't sure why the comrade who came to inform me had a strange expression on his face, at least all the basic facilities were complete and it looked not much different from a hotel.

After saying goodbye to his teammates, Brother Long returned to his room.

Putting the photographic equipment aside, Brother Long lay on the bed, feeling a little depressed.

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

Brother Long thought so in his mind, tidied his bed, and decided to go to sleep.

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

I slept until the second half of the night.

In the late night, Brother Long was awakened by a burst of urgent phone calls.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Brother Long fumbled around on the bedside table. After searching for a long time, he finally found his cell phone.

Putting the phone to his ear, Long Ge said dazedly, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very familiar. Brother Long had just heard it this morning: "Mr. Chen, do you remember our promise today?"

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

The person on the other end of the phone said calmly: "Keep recording. No matter what happens, no matter what incomprehensible situation you encounter, even if your companions die in front of you, even if you are seriously injured and in unbearable pain, please be sure to keep taking pictures."

"Well, good luck to you."

After saying this, the phone was hung up.

Hearing the busy tone, Brother Long put down his phone in confusion: "What's going on..."

He yawned and was about to turn over and continue sleeping.

However, for some reason, Brother Long shuddered.

"Why do I always feel... that the temperature is lower than before?"

He climbed up from the bed, put his feet on the ground, and then jumped back onto the bed in shock: "What the hell?!"

Looking at the ground in disbelief, Brother Long discovered that the original carpet was covered with a thick layer of ice at some point in time, and the original fiber product was now as cold as the polar region!

He hurriedly took out a pair of slippers from the bedside table. Before he had time to consider why there was a pair of slippers next to the cabinet at a height not far from the ice surface, he quickly put them on his feet and came out of the room trembling.

When he came out, Brother Long discovered that the entire corridor was covered with a layer of frost, as if it was covered with snow. The ice above his head even solidified into sharp icicles, pressing against his forehead, which scared him.

Trembling as he passed by the forest of icicles, Brother Long desperately knocked on the door of the team member next to him: "Lao Zhang! Lao Zhang! Don't sleep anymore, something happened!"

He kept knocking, but no matter how hard he knocked, the players didn't come out of the door.

This made Brother Long feel even more uneasy.

"What's going on?" He scratched his head and took two steps back. "Why is it so cold all of a sudden? Everyone is gone..."

Just as he was thinking this.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from a distance!

Um?!

Brother Long suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the scream.

He heard it clearly. The scream was clearly from his teammate, the ordinary-looking female reporter! What problem did she encounter?! Brother Long didn't hesitate for a moment and wanted to run towards the scream in his slippers! However, before he could take two steps, Brother Long's footsteps came closer and closer, and he fell back into his room.

After opening the door, he rushed to his bedside table in two steps, grabbed his camera on the table, and turned it on without any expression, regardless of how much it hindered his movements, and then ran away with it on his shoulder! The camera was turned on, and on the narrow screen, Long Ge's expression at this moment was like lifeless ice.

After a bumpy ride, the surrounding environment became clearer and clearer in the shaking vision.

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