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Chapter 327. The Ecological Channel is Destroyed

News Building of the TV Station's Ecological Environment Channel.

The gray and white buildings in the twilight resemble a row of silent reefs, while the Eco Channel News Building, surrounded by forest, is like a unique rock face eroded by moss.

The blind man stood on a rugged mountaintop three kilometers away, his fingers resting on his brow bone, his gaze piercing through the dimming light, staring at the gray-white hue tinged with night through his external field of vision.

The Eco Channel’s building is situated in a valley, surrounded by forests, and its architecture is simple and different from the news buildings of other channels.

At this moment, the last rays of the setting sun are casting an amber halo over the glass ecological observation sphere on the top floor of the building, making it resemble an isolated lighthouse against the darkening sky.

The blind teacher's gaze passed over the layers of tree canopy and fell upon the red dot of an infrared camera flashing at the edge of the forest.

Those devices were originally used by the Eco Channel to monitor the activity of mutated beasts in the forest. However, it seems to have discovered some uninvited guests.

Several muffled roars came from the direction of the building, like the cries of some kind of mutant, echoing through the canyon.

The blind master stood on the mountaintop, behind him a massive army of puppets, like marionettes pulled by invisible threads, frozen into a gray silhouette in the twilight.

They waited silently for the command until that pale hand was gently raised.

"Wow..."

Like a black tide bursting its banks, the puppets swept across the valley and surrounded the entire building.

The first puppet to break through the outer electric fence crashed into the glass curtain wall, and the crisp sound startled the guards leaning against the watchtower.

Immediately afterwards, emergency lights came on inside the building, and in the stark white light, the afterimages of people running away flashed by.

The sounds of fighting started out as scattered as raindrops falling to the ground, but soon they became a dense, sharp cacophony, accompanied by the startled cries of mutated beasts in the forest.

At the same time, the communicator in the earpiece also transmitted the voice of the conspirator who was in charge at the rear:
"Where is the geographer? Did the blind master let him go?"

The surveillance drones of the strategist department roared overhead, transmitting the latest images back to headquarters.

The blind man, with both hands resting on his cane, smiled and replied:

“I planted mind control in one of his eyeballs. He won’t come back to get in the way. A non-combat support puppet is of little use anyway.”

After saying that, she changed the subject:

"If I haven't forgotten, the henchmen under the schemer's command are also idle."

"You calculated the route his navigation ability was most likely to take, but instead of sending your own henchmen to crush him, you insisted on sending a message to the control center, making me go through all this trouble..."

Tantai Huiyi made a pointed remark:

"Isn't it also because I wanted to let him off the hook?"

Understanding the meaning behind the blind fortune teller's words, Xu Huan chuckled twice and said:
"I know about your situation, and you know about mine. Now that we've achieved our goal, why dwell on the details?"

The strategist on the other end of the communicator coughed uncomfortably twice, then continued:
"We need to hurry. The TV station's mental attack system's Light Giant was just severely injured by a missile, but that person recovers very quickly, and it's likely to sweep over here soon."

Xu Huan reminded him:
"There is a signal tower that is still in operation 10 kilometers ahead."

The blind master didn't speak; she simply raised her hand, signaling for the puppets to surge in faster.

The black sea gradually covered the gray-white building, and when the last sound of human struggle dissipated in the night wind, the entire gray-white building finally fell into complete silence.

Most of the windowpane was shattered, but no light shone through. Only black, surging puppets continued to move in and out sporadically, like waves repeatedly washing over the eroded reefs.

The blind man turned his head and glanced behind him with his external glasses.

Lin Xin'an wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped out from the gap in the puppet.

He walked slowly, the hem of his white coat brushing against the shattered glass on the floor, making a soft, rustling sound. He didn't look at the still convulsing puppets, nor did he glance at the mountains of corpses inside the building. He walked straight around the base of the news building and headed towards the dark forest behind it.

The trees at the edge of the forest grew crookedly, their branches adorned with dewdrops.

Lin Xin'an walked through the bushes, the soil under his feet gradually becoming soft and damp, until a faint blue light appeared ahead.

It was a lake.

The lake was as calm as a mirror forgotten by time, reflecting the shattered starry sky.

But in the middle of the lake, strands of silver light floated on the surface of the water—they were as thin as hair, yet they shimmered with a soft, cold light, like a spider web formed from crushed moonlight, trembling gently in the breeze.

Lin Xin'an stopped, the hem of his white coat dampened by the mist from the lake.

He gazed at the silver threads, a faint glint of light flashing deep within his pupils.

—The anchor point of the truth of time.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Rose Transportation Front.

With Black Eye Pharmaceuticals suddenly shifting its main focus to the television station, the military pressure on Rose Group was abruptly reduced.

After several days of continuous victories, the soldiers' faces lost their weariness and gloom, replaced by a flushed red with high morale.

Just as this fervent morale was about to reach its peak, a delegation from the Rose Group arrived at the front lines to offer their support.

"It's a singer! The singer from Rose Media has arrived!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the military camp.

Although all the soldiers had heard of the custom of sending singers to hold consolation concerts during wartime ceasefires, witnessing the preparation process for this "battlefield carnival" firsthand was still a novel experience for most.

The Rose Group controls the renowned Rose Media, so the list of singers invited this time is naturally star-studded.

When Jiang Jianxin took a gold-embossed promotional leaflet from Cecilia, he found that it was covered with stage names.

Among them were the names of the male and female leads from the phenomenal idol drama she had followed before the apocalypse.

Most of the stars who once portrayed love and hate on screen have now transitioned into singers under Rose Media.

"I never imagined that concert tickets would be so hard to get even before the apocalypse."

Jiang Jianxin touched the gold-embossed artist signature on the promotional flyer and smiled, saying:

"After the apocalypse, we can watch as much as we want for free."

Perhaps due to a lack of timely communication, the military camp was not adequately prepared for this unexpected performance.

The makeshift wooden stage stood somewhat hastily on the open ground, with a few searchlights casting swaying beams of light in the night, illuminating the area around the stage as if it were daytime.

The soldiers spontaneously brought folding chairs and formed a fan-shaped area in front of the stage, while many others simply sat on the ground, looking expectantly toward the stage.

Jiang Jianxin had nothing to do these past few days, and when he heard that the singer had come to the front lines to offer his condolences, he decided to go and see her.

Because of her remarkable achievements in battle, her new vest had already become a legend among the soldiers on the front lines.

Therefore, when Jiang Jianxin appeared on stage carrying a black broom, the singers behind the stage started discussing it almost immediately.

I had some urgent business to attend to this afternoon, so the update is late. I'll write the second update tomorrow; I can't finish it today.