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Erin returned to Ling Feng Television Station, and her appearance caused a stir. When her colleagues saw her coming back alone, their faces were filled with shock and confusion. Everyone knew she had gone with the team to the town of Esperanza in Spain for an investigation, but they never expected that she would return alone.
"Erin, what happened? Where is everyone?" a colleague asked urgently, worry and doubt evident in their eyes.
However, what puzzled everyone even more was the strange aura that surrounded Erin. Although her face appeared tired, her gaze was unusually calm and resolute. A peaceful atmosphere seemed to envelop her, creating an inexplicable sense of tranquility that contrasted sharply with the brutality and chaos she must have experienced, leaving others bewildered.
Erin did not immediately respond to her colleagues' questions; she simply stood there quietly, her gaze distant and profound, as if she had traversed countless times and spaces.
Marvin "Mad Dog" Jenkins did not care about Erin's strange aura or the fact that she had returned alone; he was only concerned about whether the thirty thousand dollars he had invested would yield any returns. As soon as Erin stepped into the office of Ling Feng Television Station, Marvin immediately called her into his office. His face was filled with anxiety and impatience as he roughly fiddled with a gold necklace, his eyes betraying pressure and restlessness.
"Erin, come in!" Marvin barked, his voice laced with authority. He slammed the door shut, gestured for her to sit down, then walked to his desk and slammed his hands down on the surface, staring intently at her.
"What did you find out?" Marvin asked bluntly, his tone impatient. "I spent thirty thousand dollars; what results did this investigation yield?"
Erin looked at Marvin with inner calm. She understood his personality and temper, as well as his current anxiety and unease. She nodded gently to appear composed and then spoke slowly: "Marvin, please don't be anxious. Everything is under control. This report will definitely not disappoint you."
Marvin's brow furrowed even tighter; he was clearly dissatisfied with such an answer. "Erin, I'm not asking if you have everything under control; I want to know the specifics! What exactly did you find out? What did those villagers say? What was the ritual about?"
Erin avoided his direct gaze and turned her eyes toward the window, her voice still calm: "It's not convenient to disclose those details right now, but I can assure you that this report will definitely create a sensation. You just need to give me some time to organize and edit it; the results will exceed your expectations."
Marvin's expression darkened as he placed his hands on his hips and paced back and forth in the office, impatience and skepticism flickering in his eyes. "Erin, what I need is concrete information, not vague assurances. Thirty thousand dollars is no small amount for me; you'd better not let me down."
Erin took a deep breath and then stood up, looking directly into Marvin's eyes with a firm yet calm tone: "Marvin, I understand your concerns, but please trust me. This report will change everything. I just need some time to organize and edit it; you will see the results."
Marvin's gaze softened slightly, but it was still filled with doubt and dissatisfaction. He let out a heavy sigh and waved his hand, signaling that Erin could leave.
The next day, Ling Feng Television Station launched an extravagant advertising campaign, deliberately shrouding the event in mystery to attract viewers' attention. The station's promotional team worked tirelessly to create a series of eye-catching ads, making the entire incident seem full of intrigue and excitement.
"Returning Alone: The Female Reporter!" The slogan flashed across the television screen in bold letters, accompanied by music that was tense and mysterious. The image showed Erin's solitary and determined figure, prompting viewers to wonder what she had experienced in Esperanza.
"Mysterious Cult! Death Sacrifice!" The next scene was filled with eerie and terrifying elements, instantly igniting the audience's curiosity. In the blurred images, one could vaguely see some rituals and bloody scenes that sent chills down the spine.
"Tonight at nine, the moment of truth is revealed!" The final voiceover was deep and powerful, as if heralding a thrilling revelation. The Ling Feng Television Station logo flickered on the screen, capturing the attention of countless viewers.
The entire station buzzed with tension and excitement over the promotion, as staff busily prepared for the upcoming program. Erin became the media's focal point; her story of returning alone and those mysterious experiences became hot topics of discussion.
Many people gathered in front of their televisions, eagerly awaiting the program's timely broadcast. On social media, hashtags like ReturningAloneTheFemaleReporter and MysteriousCult quickly climbed to trending status, with countless individuals sharing their opinions and expectations. Some speculated about what Erin had gone through, while others focused on uncovering the truth behind those mysterious rituals and death sacrifices.
"This is going to be a heart-stopping report!" one viewer commented on social media.
"I hope to see the moment when the truth is revealed!" another viewer agreed.
As the time for the program drew closer, anticipation among viewers reached its peak. Predicted ratings indicated that this program would surpass any previous broadcasts, marking a milestone in Ling Feng Television Station's history.
When the clock struck nine, the program officially began. Viewers at home held their breath in anticipation for that thrilling report. Erin's story was about to unfold.
However, as the program commenced, what viewers expected to be a revealing report was replaced by a shocking image. The screen displayed Jenkins, covered in blood, bound tightly to a chair. A deep gash cut across his neck, blood gushing from the wound and staining the floor. Jenkins' eyes were filled with pain and fear, but he was too weak to struggle.
The camera shifted to the side, revealing Erin calmly seated in another chair. Her expression remained steadfast and serene, creating a stark contrast with the brutal scene around her. Her voice was low and resolute as she slowly spoke, "I am the Pioneer... the harbinger of will. I will become the pollen that spreads, showering the world with the light of the divine."
There was an irresistible power in Erin's tone, as if each word resonated deeply within the hearts of those who heard it. A mysterious glimmer shone in her eyes, making it difficult to look directly at her. As she spoke, the sound of flames crackling echoed from behind the screen, as if the entire world were ablaze.
The television station's staff erupted into screams and wails, their chaotic voices filling the air. Some ran in panic, while others desperately called for help. Yet amidst this turmoil, a portion of them stood with vacant expressions, seemingly infected by some unseen force. Their faces were blank, their movements stiff, as if they had lost all sense of autonomy.
"Erin! What are you doing?" a staff member shouted in despair, his voice filled with terror and confusion.
Erin did not respond; her gaze remained firmly fixed on the camera, as if conveying a profound belief and mission to the world. Her words continued to echo in the air, imbued with an undeniable strength.
"The light of the divine will shine upon the world, bringing forth a new order and redemption," Erin said slowly, her voice brimming with determination and faith. "We are all part of this grand plan; whether through suffering or hope, it is a fate we must endure."
The camera continued to pan, revealing more scenes of chaos. Flames consumed every corner of the office, thick smoke billowed through the air, nearly suffocating those present. The staff members with vacant stares remained rigidly standing, as if awaiting some command or revelation.
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