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The weather in August is extremely hot. In the early morning of the 10th, the sea tide gradually receded, and the sea breeze carried a fishy smell. On a high ground a hundred meters in front of the beach, there is an isolated cement wall. The graffiti on the wall is colorful. At first glance, it looks like a Pioneer concert style. Seven or eight workers yawned and carried the iron barrels piled up like a hill. These barrels were piled up seven or eight levels, totaling more than fifty. The two workers put the iron barrels into the container in order, wiped the sweat from their faces and prepared to continue working. At this time, a worker who was continuing to carry the iron bucket by the wall shouted: "Here, help, there is something in this bucket." "There is something? Didn't it mean that it is all empty?" A worker said, "Isn't there some equipment that was not taken away?" "You will know if you open it and take a look." They opened the four catches on the lid of the bucket, but the lid did not move at all.

The night was already very deep, dark clouds obscured the stars, and the shadow of the moon hung dimly behind the clouds. The wind had become so biting at some point, and the long wind was like a herd of crazy bison running wildly on the ground full of piles of debris. In a blink of an eye, it poured into the few open windows on the fifth floor of the building. Wrapped in a dirty cotton-padded jacket, he ran into the room fearfully. Suddenly, the water under his feet made him shiver, as if he had heard a strange sound a minute ago. The sound was still banging, mixed with a young man's cry for help, dull and anxious. His flashlight shone on one of the lockers in the row opposite, and the sound came from there! "Help me, let me out! Is there anyone? Is there anyone outside? Help me out!" The voice seemed to shout for a long time.

In a refugee camp in China, a dirty rescue medical team flag fluttered over the refugee camp. One kilometer away was a fierce battlefield. The sound of small-arms fire was as dense as an airtight net. There were also constant sounds of explosions. The rumble of helicopters circling shook the devastated land. In the first-aid tent, an Oriental man held a scalpel in his hand. He wore a mask on his face and could only see a pair of eyes full of anger and sorrow. In front of him was a seven or eight-year-old girl with pale complexion and dilated pupils.