I’m In Charge of SCP

If there is a clock that can precisely control the time, we can turn it forward three notches to see what happened before and after Zhang Jue entered the temporary storage room of 682.

"Consultant Zhang, I want to reiterate to you one last time. From the time you enter 682's containment room, the countdown will start. If you don't come out after three hours, we will break in no matter whether your conversation with 682 is over or not." go."

Bellamy looked at Zhang Jue with a vague look in her eyes, wondering if she was implying something to him.

"Of course, because you don't agree to surveillance and video recording, if you are in danger, we won't know. Maybe when we open the door, you have become the prey of 682."

After Bellamy finished speaking, Zhang Jue shrugged.

"If this is the case, please tell the staff at Site 14 the date of my death, and they will burn the paper for me."

After speaking, Zhang Jue laughed, walked into Room 682, and closed the door.

Bellamy pressed the switch of the stopwatch.

After Zhang Jue entered the temporary containment room, he looked around first.

Although he acted indifferent in front of Bellamy, no matter what, safety first.

After all, what he wants to see is Mr. 682, so be careful, don't be ashamed.

The structure of the room is very simple, it is spherical.

He is in the southern hemisphere, 682 is in the northern hemisphere.

The middle is separated by a transparent glass wall.

The glass is obviously custom made and very thick.

On the wall of the glass wall, there is a two-way sound reinforcement device.

At this time, 682 was imprisoned in a transparent container filled with hydrochloric acid. Its body was only a few meters in size, and it was obvious that it had already undergone special treatment.

After Zhang Jue closed the door, a switch in the transparent container was turned on, and the level of the hydrochloric acid solution began to drop slowly.

682's figure slowly emerged from inside.

This set of organs should be specially set up.

Although some people in the foundation do not want Zhang Jue to meet 682,

But the rigor of the Foundation is fully reflected here.

Such a device can greatly reduce the possibility of accidents.

Just a little time consuming.

As the hydrochloric acid disappeared little by little, 682's head emerged from it.

It made a strange sound.

ten minutes later.

With the last bit of hydrochloric acid expelled, 682's body was completely exposed to the air.

It is like a sleeping lion, coiled in the container, with its head resting on its tail.

It opened its eyes, glanced at Zhang Jue, then closed them, neither speaking nor attacking.

Apart from facing 053, this is the first time 682 has behaved so docilely in front of humans.

"Hey, big guy." Zhang Jue yelled into the loudspeaker, "Can you hear me?"

682 remained motionless.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, it's not easy for me to meet you."

Still motionless.

"682, you are delicious, lazy, eat your clothes, eat your clothes, you are shameless, gentle, sweeping the floor, dead, you are more than enough to harm the country and the people to a duel?"

Zhang Jue recited a series of idioms in one breath, and tried to provoke 682, but 682 didn't respond to his provocation.

What's going on here? 682 Uncle Deaf?

It shouldn't be, with Master 682's ability, it's impossible for such a thing to happen.

The only explanation is that it doesn't care about itself at all.

why?

Zhang Jue looked around.

In order to ensure that there was no surveillance, the walls were covered with special glass. Zhang Jue walked around his side and found nothing suspicious.

He turned off the light and walked around again, but still found nothing.

Did he guess wrong, 682 simply didn't want to talk to him?

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, and then his eyes fell on the two-way loudspeaker.

It was a palm-sized black box, just two meters above him, embedded in the glass wall.

If it's just a loudspeaker, why should it be placed so high? Wouldn't that make his voice softer?

Zhang Jue let out a hey.

He used the reality extraction tool to materialize a ladder, put it on the glass curtain wall, and climbed to the position of the two-way voice amplifier.

Sure enough, he found a green light flashing in the small black box.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

Needless to say, this must be the method of that old boy Bellamy.

The Foundation agreed not to monitor and record, but did not say that it would not record and monitor.

However, he was afraid that Zhang Jue would not reveal the secret under the monitoring situation, so he came up with this method.

He took out a pair of slender scissors, reached in and cut off the wires inside, only to find that the green light was still on, which seemed quite tenacious.

Zhang Jue became playful.

He chuckled, and materialized a gong, a stick and a pair of earplugs.

He put the earplugs on his ears, and deliberately said a word in a very small voice next to the amplifier.

In the next second, he placed the gong next to the sound amplifier, swung the stick with his right hand, and slammed it on the gong.

"Duang!!!!!!"

The sound of the gong resounded throughout the room.

The sound of the gong was very penetrating. Even though Zhang Jue had put on earplugs in advance, he was still a little ringing from the shock.

If Bellamy was really eavesdropping, she would probably be scolding her now.

After using this tactic of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, Zhang Jue was in a good mood.

He laughed, and turned into a flame spray gun, completely roasting and destroying the entire instrument.

A hole with a diameter of about ten centimeters appeared in the original glass curtain wall.

Zhang Jue lay on the edge of the void, shouting at 682.

"Hey big man, I've broken the monitor, now you can talk."

682 still doesn't respond.

"Grandma has a leg."

According to his pulse count, half an hour should have passed, but he still hasn't made 682 speak.

Something has to be done.

Just as he was about to do a striptease in front of 682, the big lizard finally moved.

It adjusted its posture slightly, raised its eyelids, and looked at Zhang Jue.

"Who are you?"

There are doors.

As long as Uncle 682 is willing to speak, there is hope.

Zhang Jue said: "My name is Zhang Jue, do you know me?"

Uncle 682 looked at Zhang Jue, and after five minutes passed, he said in a strange voice, "You don't have those things on you, you are not from here..."

Zhang Jue immediately asked, "What? What do you think I don't have?"

682 didn't respond to him.

682's attitude towards him is obviously different from that of other people. Although the communication is not smooth, as long as it is willing to speak, Zhang Jue has confidence.

"I saw you in a dream, a place with heavy fog, do you have any impression?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Fog..." 682 said slowly, "I seem to have seen that fog..."