I’m In Charge of SCP

An important matter has been settled, and Zhang Jue is in a good mood.

Just wait another three days to see what's in the video.

He lay on the bed, thinking about some of the sights he might see.

For example, the video is empty and nothing is recorded, or maybe Dr. Li is lying, but he is the one who pushed me.

But everything is guesswork.

After three days, all the answers will be known.

Just as Zhang Jue was about to close his eyes, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain.

There was no pain anywhere in the whole body, as if every bone was about to split.

Cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead, obviously in great pain.

But he still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Ten minutes later, the pain gradually disappeared.

Zhang Jue got up slowly, sat on the bed, panting heavily.

This is not the first time he has experienced such a situation.

Ever since he returned to site 14 from the foundation headquarters, he discovered that he had this problem.

This once made him very puzzled.

Because he has Shirley's self-healing ability, he hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

At first he thought he had contracted a virus or something, but soon realized he wasn't.

This is probably the aftereffect of contacting Mr. 682.

At that time, he made a deal with 682 and rode on it, one was to grab equipment, and the biggest reason was that he wanted to get in touch with 682.

Even 682 didn't expect this point.

I can obtain the ability of certain SCP items through contact.

After reaching this conclusion, Master 682 has been on Zhang Jue's "must contact" list.

Immortality and indestructibility, what a heaven-defying ability,

With this guarantee, he can die indefinitely.

So when he entered site19 and saw 682, Zhang Jue wanted to hold it and kiss him.

However, things were not as smooth as he had imagined.

He did touch 682, and even rode on it, but contacting 682 felt different from all previous projects.

Generally speaking, if he successfully acquires the power of an SCP, he will experience a special feeling of pleasure physiologically-presumably the result of a rush of adrenaline.

And when he comes into contact with those objects that he can't get the power of - such as SCP343 (God) and SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King), he has no touch, probably because the other party is too high.

But 682 is different from all projects.

At the moment of contact, he seemed to be pricked by something, and it hurt like a needle.

Then there is no special feeling.

Zhang Jue once thought that he would not be able to obtain 682's ability, but the occasional pain told him that things were not that simple.

Every time the pain came, he could clearly feel that his body was changing.

If you have to use a process to describe it, he is probably like a block of iron.

The master blacksmith continuously burns the iron block, beats it, burns it red, beats it again, and after removing all impurities, it can be cast into a peerless knife.

The cycle of this kind of pain is getting longer and longer. At first, it must come once every night, then once every three days, and recently it has been a week.

If this continues, I don't know what my body will become in the end, but it will definitely not be bad.

Zhang Jue began to look forward to it.

But this time the pain also woke him up.

The matter of restoring the video has been handed over to Simmons, so what he should do now is another thing - check the execution records of the 682 uncle.

According to Master 682, it saw the cloud of white mist in Zhang Jue's dream during an execution experiment.

Because there are so many execution records of Master 682, even in his own world, Zhang Jue couldn't read all of them, and the process of this world is different from the SCP he is familiar with.

So he decided to watch it again.

However, there are many experiments in it that break the three views, subverting Zhang Jue's cognition of the foundation.

Only then did he know that the Foundation not only has rigorous researchers, but also has a lot of brain damage.

In this world, there will always be some idiots who tell you with their own existence that the place you live in is not paradise.

For example this one.

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Item 1: An ordinary human child

Termination Test Log: When SCP-682 was introduced into the room, the child began screaming and crying. Subject is immediately consumed by SCP-682.

Note: Well, it looks like this doesn't quite work. Perhaps the cry of the child made 682 feel hostile - Visiting Researcher Dr. W.

Item 2: An ordinary human child, drugged to suppress his agitation

Termination Test Log: Child stands and smiles, giggling at SCP-682, showing no signs of fear. SCP-682 eats the subject.

Note: Hmm...maybe we can try again. I promise there will always be a child who can befriend SCP-053 like it does - Visiting Researcher Dr. W.

Project 3: Visiting Researcher Dr. W

Termination Test Log: Subject screams in terror and slams on door of testing facility, begging to be let out. Subject was consumed by SCP-682 3 minutes after entering.

Comments: Fucking sadistic bastard. I have no sympathy for that bastard. Send the child to that monster? What the hell - Assistant Director █

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Zhang Jue turned off his computer and thought he should relax.

It's hard for him to keep his cool when he sees records like this all the time.

So he found Simmons again.

After the ridiculous actions with Zhang Jue that night, Simmons has returned to normal and no longer competes with himself.

After get off work, I still work diligently in the laboratory.

The door was not closed, Zhang Jue knocked symbolically twice, and then walked in.

Seeing that it was Zhang Jue, Simmons said, "Consultant Zhang, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "I'm just bored to walk around, you do your experiment, ignore me."

Simmons nodded and continued to fiddle with his test tube.

Zhang Jue ran around in other people's laboratories very impolitely.

Like Yang Xue, Simmons is a workaholic. He simply sleeps in the office when it is too late, so many daily necessities are also placed on another table.

Zhang Jue saw a photo.

In the photo, Simmons is hanging shoulder to shoulder with another black friend, and they are very close.

This is not easy for Simmons, who has some slight social barriers.

Zhang Jue couldn't help but look a few more times, and then felt that the black man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But I couldn't remember it for a while.

After finishing the experiment, Simmons saw Zhang Jue staring at the photo in a daze, so he called out, "Consultant Zhang?"

Zhang Jue turned around and pointed to the person in the photo: "This is your friend?"

Simmons nodded: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jue frowned slightly: "I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"No way, how could you have met him?" Simmons laughed. "His name is Will Smith. He was a friend I met when I was studying in Meiguo. At that time, I shared a room with him..."

Simmons began to recall his past, but Zhang Jue could no longer hear what he said behind him.

"Say, what's his name?"

Seeing Zhang Jue's strange expression, Simmons felt a little strange.

"His name is Smith." Simmons repeated, "Will Smith."