I’m In Charge of SCP

Philadelphia.

Kai Grand Hotel.

"So, now can you tell me? Who the hell are you?"

Smith looked at Zhang Jue.

What Zhang Jue did just now has exceeded the scope of human beings.

Smith has only seen it in those superhero movies.

"My identity is more complicated to say." Zhang Jue said, "Smith, have you heard or encountered any strange things in your life for so many years, such as UFOs, crop circles, superpowers, prehistoric Monsters, such as some myths and legends, demons, gods, the end of the world or something—”

Smith said: "It's just a gimmick for some unscrupulous media to grab people's attention."

"Yes." Zhang Jue nodded, "Ninety-eight percent of these things are man-made or fabricated. Those unscrupulous media hype without limit for click-through rate and traffic. What you don't know is , and one percent, the government or other organizations deliberately released it for people to see, and deliberately left some loopholes so that the group of so-called great gods on the Internet can expose it."

This is the first time Smith has heard of this statement.

He frowned: "Why would they do this?"

Zhang Jue picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

"Of course to cover up the last one percent of the truth."

"What?"

Smith was a little surprised: "You mean, some of those things are true?"

Zhang Jue nodded.

If it was before, Smith must have thought that Zhang Jue was also one of those people who talked nonsense.

But what he had just experienced told him that Zhang Jue did have abilities that ordinary people could not match.

Smith said: "If what you said is true, isn't human beings always living in danger?"

"Indeed."

Zhang Jue nodded calmly.

"Humans have reproduced for 250,000 years,

Only the last 4000 years are relevant, so what are we doing with the rest of the time? Are those ancient myths and legends, demons and ghosts, all false? When human beings still had enough food and clothing, did they already have such a strong imagination to believe in gods? Are those ghost stories really fabricated? "

Every time Zhang Jue asks a question, it will trigger Smith's thinking.

Things that were taken for granted in the past, now seem to be so contrary to harmony, and there are so many things that cannot be explained.

"Could it be that they are all true?" Smith frowned, "But this is not scientific."

"Science?" Zhang Jue laughed, "Is what you think of science really science?"

Smith looked at Zhang Jue, unable to believe his words at all.

Because the information was subversive to him.

Smith is an atheist, he never believed in those things.

He only believed in his fist and the gun in his hand.

"According to you, since so many things are real, human beings are so weak, wouldn't they be extinct at any time, why can they reproduce for so long?"

Smith reacted like most.

"There are two reasons."

Zhang Jue said.

"First, what you see as 'so long' is only a few thousand years, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years. This amount of time is not enough for the entire universe to blink an eye." .”

"Second, the reason why human beings can survive and reproduce until now is due to some people hiding in the shadows."

"who?"

"SCP Foundation."

"foundation?"

"Yes, it's the foundation, but it's not the leek-cutting foundation you imagined—it's an organization independent of each country, and its goal is to contain abnormal phenomena, events, individuals, etc. in the world, so as to prevent They endanger human beings, and their purpose is to control (Secure), contain (Contain), and protect (Protect), so they call themselves the SCP Foundation."

Smith looked bewildered, and still couldn't believe it: "This...is it true?"

"Of course." Zhang Jue nodded, "Simmons and I are currently working here."

Zhang Jue took out his SCP certificate and handed it to Smith.

The title of the special adviser is written in both Chinese and English.

Zhang Jue's certificate is specially made, which is different from the traditional SCP certificate and even more extraordinary.

Smith held it in his hand and studied it for a long time.

Incredible written all over his face.

There will be such a group of people who lead mankind in the dark.

He originally thought that his life was licking blood on the tip of a knife, but now it seems that he is not even as good as a clown.

Seeing that he was still suspicious, Zhang Jue picked up the fruit knife on the table, put his left hand on the table, and stabbed down hard with his right hand.

The blade pierced his palm in an instant.

Smith was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Jue smiled, pulled out the knife, and showed Smith his palm.

Smith didn't understand what he meant, and was taken aback.

Then his pupils dilated slightly, because he saw that the wound on Zhang Jue's palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Exactly the self-healing powers that are common in many TV movies!

No amount of language could have the impact that this scene brought him.

He took Zhang Jue's palm, studied it carefully, and found that there was not even a trace of blood left.

It's a miracle!

"This...Consultant Zhang?" Smith had already changed his title at this time.

Zhang Jue smiled and pointed to the gun in Smith's hand: "If you still don't believe it, you can try it with that one."

"No, I believe you." Smith waved his hand, "But, Consultant Zhang, why are you telling me this? If, as you said, the SCP Foundation has been silently protecting human beings going forward, these things should be understood by the general public. Secrecy is."

"Generally speaking, it looks like this." Zhang Jue nodded, "But there are always exceptions."

At this point in the conversation, Smith has completely believed Zhang Jue's statement, after all, he has seen some of them with his own eyes.

Zhang Jue also deliberately set aside some time for him to digest this amazing news.

Five minutes later, Smith suddenly said, "Consultant Zhang, I have a heartfelt request."

"Ah, tell me." Zhang Jue clasped his hands together and raised his legs.

Smith hesitated for a long time, and said, "Can I... can I join the SCP Foundation you mentioned."

Seeing that Smith really took the bait, Zhang Jue smiled secretly, but his expression was very embarrassed.

"Hey, Smith, you know, the foundation's mission is to save all human beings and protect human beings from those dangerous things. The requirements for everyone who joins are very high. Although you have good skills and willpower Okay, but you have been a mercenary, and you have also fought black fists, this... is a bit strenuous, in CN, you can't even pass the political|political trial—"

"I know."

Smith nodded.

"The SCP Foundation has gone through life and death for the continuation of human beings. It is very great. I not only want to be a maggot that can only eat food, but I also want to contribute a little bit of my strength to human beings—Consultant Zhang, you and Simmons are both human beings. Useful talents, I can only fight and fight, but you will definitely have some dangerous tasks, and I can take on these tasks."

Smith spoke very sincerely, and Zhang Jue's portrayal of the foundation as a protector walking in the dark really attracted him.

You can't deny that there are some people in this world who have the whole world in their hearts and are willing to guard silently where people can't see it.

If the world was full of people like Zhang Jue, he might not be able to survive a day.

I don't know how Smith joined the foundation according to the original process, but now, Zhang Jue has seized this opportunity.

Smith knew little about Zhang Jue.

He thought that Zhang Jue, like the members of the SCP Foundation, put the interests of all mankind first.

That's why he put down his figure and asked Zhang Jue to let him join.

Zhang Jue pretended to hesitate and thought for a while.

Finally, the fox tail was revealed.

"Smith, I'm a special advisor to the foundation. It's not impossible to let you join the foundation, but there must always be a reasonable reason. On the CN side, it's called a nomination certificate. Do you understand—speaking of it, what are those people doing? Something is chasing you."