I’m In Charge of SCP

Will Smith.

The name Zhang Jue is very familiar.

Not only because he is a legend.

It was also because the captain of the MTF "Black Pearl" who entered SCP1451 (Mobius Cave) was also called by this name.

After returning from Mei Guo, Zhang Jue had investigated this person.

It's just that the current foundation does not have an MTF team called the Black Pearl, nor does it have a person called Will Smith.

The only explanation is that he has not yet joined the Foundation, and the Black Pearl team he leads has not yet been established.

Three years later, Will Smith and his Black Pearl squad went out on a mission, and escaped a disaster without encountering any accidents.

Under the circumstances of "the end of the world", he hid in SCP1451. After a series of changes, his subordinates and the doctor were all unaccounted for.

Their importance to the foundation is self-evident.

If you can find Will Smith, and then find the doctor who was rescued by them, you can know what happened in the world three years later.

But Zhang Jue's investigation has never yielded anything.

Simmons must have known him "three years ago"—that is, Will Smith in this timeline.

But even if Smith can't predict what will happen later, a person's behavior pattern is fixed, and maybe he can get some other clues from him.

Therefore, Zhang Jue does not intend to let go of any detail.

"Smith is a friend I met when I was studying in Meiguo, and I shared a house with him."

Simmons said: "I got along with him for a long time, and then I learned that he was actually a black boxer."

"Black punch?"

Smith's career was a bit beyond Zhang Jue's expectations.

He knows the process of selecting MTF players for the Foundation. It has to go through several rounds of screening, which is very strict, let alone the captain.

Smith's identity is so sensitive, yet he can be recruited by the Foundation, and he must be exceptional.

Zhang Jue asked: "Can you contact him now?"

"Sure." Simmons nodded.

It was 11:30 in the evening on CN, which happened to be the morning of Mei Guo. Simmons picked up the phone and dialed Will Smith's number on the other side of the ocean.

The phone rang for a minute and no one answered.

"No, Smith never sleeps in."

Simmons felt a little strange, and dialed again, but still no one answered.

Simmons wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Zhang Jue.

His instinct, which was always accurate, told him that Smith was likely to have something wrong.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes: "Apart from the phone, do you have any other contact methods?"

Feeling the change in Zhang Jue's aura, Simmons nodded quickly.

"Yes, he has a dedicated email address. Only the two of us know the address. I will try to send him an email now."

Simmons immediately logged into his mailbox and sent an email to Smith's secret address. The content was just a simple sentence: "Are you okay?"

He just clicked the send button, and received a reply immediately, which made him excited.

That is an automatic reply.

"Simons, I'm glad you still remember my friend, this mailbox is only known to the two of us, so I know it must be you."

"I feel that there are always some weird incidents happening around me recently, which makes me feel very scared."

"I decided to investigate."

"If you receive this email, it means that my investigation has failed, and I may have completely disappeared from this world."

"Don't be sad for me, my brother."

"Don't even risk investigating anything."

"I have stored some things in the safe of the Kerada Bank, and these things will be treated as gifts for you."

"The password is the day we pay the rent every month, you must remember it."

"Wish me luck."

"Your best brother—Smith."

After reading this email, Simmons froze for a while.

Some of them couldn't accept this fact. They had made phone calls a few months ago.

The friendship between him and Smith has surpassed ordinary friends.

In the words of CN.

It is the turn of life.

He used computer technology to help Smith avoid enemy hunts again and again.

And Smith also helped him teach many gangsters who bullied him.

The automatic reply set by Smith is more like a suicide note.

What happened to him?

Simmons turned to Zhang Jue.

"Counselor Zhang, can you tell me what happened to Smith? Why do you know his name?"

Simmons thought that Zhang Jue would tell him the answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue shook his head.

"No, at your level, I cannot disclose any information about him to you."

Simmons looked at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue's face was calm.

Finally, Simmons sighed slightly.

"I see."

The rules of the Foundation are sometimes so cruel.

Zhang Jue patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Don't be too pessimistic, maybe he just got into some kind of predicament and can't leave for a while."

"Really?" Simmons was like a family member outside the ward, and he didn't want to let it go.

"I don't know if it's true."

Zhang Jue did not intend to lie to him.

"Smith encountered some kind of weird incident. After he went to investigate, it is not known whether he is alive or not, Simmons, it is useless for you to worry about it here, but I can help you find out what happened to him. Life is death, I will help you find out."

Anyone who knows Zhang Jue knows that, despite the fact that this person is usually not a good man, but once he gets serious, he is very trustworthy and can even entrust his life to him.

This is something that everyone in the entire site14 knows deeply.

Simmons has just arrived, but after several contacts, he unconditionally obeyed Zhang Jue's words.

He stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Consultant Zhang, Smith is my best friend. Anyway, please help me find him."

The two are talking.

Zhang Jue's phone rang suddenly.

It's a trumpet from inside the site.

Who will it be at this late hour?

Zhang Jue answered the phone.

"Consultant Zhang? It's not good. Didn't you operate the computer in the central control room a few days ago? Something went wrong!"

Zhang Jue frowned: "Don't worry, UU read www.uukanshu.com first, tell me what's the situation now."

"Oh, I don't know. Just after I got back from drinking water, a dialog box popped up on the computer desktop. I couldn't understand what was written on it, and I couldn't turn it off."

"What kind of dialog box?"

"It's just a pop-up window covering all programs, still flashing."

"Blinking constantly?"

Zhang Jue said in a low voice, Simmons asked, "Is it green?"

The other party replied: "Yes, it's the green box, what should I do now?"

"Don't move yet." Simmons was a little excited and said to Zhang Jue, "The video recovered faster than I thought. It took only two days and it was completed! Now we can go and see if the video you want is restored. No more."