I’m In Charge of SCP

The weather is overcast and a little stuffy, with a sandstorm coming soon.

This kind of storm in the desert is very terrible. If they are not in the station, they may not see the sun tomorrow.

The three returned to the main building.

But it didn't go straight up to look for it.

Because Zhang Jue had suffered a loss once.

That black shadow moved so fast that even Zhang Jue could barely keep up with it.

Even if they had gone all the way, it would have escaped long ago.

They'd be in the building all night anyway, with plenty of time to play hide and seek with it.

The three of them returned to the room where the researchers were unconscious. Zhang Jue took out food and water from the different space. The three of them ate something to replenish their energy.

It is estimated that they will not have the opportunity to eat again that night.

Luo Lisi looked at those unconscious colleagues, and then at Zhang Jue.

"Can't you wake them up?"

Zhang Jue threw away the chicken bone in his hand, rubbed his fingers, and didn't even look at her: "No."

"Why?"

"You don't even understand."

"you--"

Seeing that they were quarreling again, Yang Xue explained: "Lorise, the reason why these colleagues of yours fell into a coma is still unclear, and ordinary methods cannot wake them up."

"What about me?" Norris said. "How did you wake me up?"

"..."

It is still uncertain whether Luo Lisi was infected by 3125, so there is no way to explain some things to her.

Zhang Jue let out a sigh: "Sorry, I have no comment."

Seeing their appearance, Norris was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I know you don't trust me, and I will prove my worth to you."

It seems that Gray's death had a great impact on her. When they first came here, it was hard to imagine that Norris would say such a thing.

Zhang Jue shrugged his shoulders: "I hope you are not just talkative.

"

...

After eating, the three of them rested for another half an hour.

This time, even Zhang Jue was leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He had been carrying SCP714 before, which put a lot of mental load on him, so he had to adjust it.

Once you start moving, there is no time to rest.

It's eight o'clock sharp.

The wind has begun to howl, and a huge storm is coming soon.

The three of them locked the door of the main building and were ready to move.

The main building has a total of thirty-two floors and is divided into Zone A and Zone B, with an elevator hall and a stairwell on each side.

Before the operation started, Zhang Jue stuck the two elevators on the first floor.

They divided their troops into two groups, Yang Xue and Luo Lisi went together, and Zhang Jue went up by himself, looking up from the two stairwells together.

Before leaving, Zhang Jue handed Yang Xue a pistol and a whistle.

"Every time you check a room, turn on the lights. Before going upstairs, blow your whistle, and shoot if you encounter danger. I will rush over there immediately. In addition, be careful of Luo Lisi."

Zhang Jue's voice was not low, and he didn't deliberately lower his voice, as if he was speaking to Luo Lisi on purpose.

Norris looked at him without saying a word.

Yang Xue hummed: "Be careful too."

Zhang Jue laughed.

"Don't worry about me, I'm the foundation's special advisor, those demons and ghosts can't hide from me when they see me—I'll tell you secretly, I'm invincible now, it's not that easy to kill me."

Zhang Jue habitually boasted, but this time Yang Xue didn't roll her eyes.

She hummed, and then led Norris to the stairwell on the other side.

Watching them disappear around the corner, Zhang Jue shrugged and took out SCP714 again.

The wind howling outside was getting louder and louder.

The sand in the wind hit the glass, making a crackling sound.

Zhang Jue looked up at the ceiling, and pressed the joints of each finger with a rattling sound.

"I'll see where you can go this time."

The first floor was searched by the three of them together, so Zhang Jue stepped forward to the second floor.

According to the agreement, every time you explore a room, turn on the light in the room.

Zhang Jue's body is strong and already immune to most physical damage, so his search speed is very fast.

In less than ten minutes, he finished searching the part of Area A on the second floor, and then waited at the door of the stairwell.

"Beep—"

The sound of the whistle came from the corridor, and Zhang Jue knew that Yang Xue and the others had already searched this floor.

He put his finger in his mouth, whistled in response, and continued on to the next floor.

Doing this can ensure that both parties are always searching on the same floor. Firstly, it can ensure that when one party encounters danger, the other party can rush to the scene quickly.

The storm will stop in a few hours, and they will hardly have the chance to trap it here again.

The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor...they go all the way up.

If you look into the main building from the outside.

It can be seen that the lights on each floor are being turned on in turn, as if playing some game.

A few hours passed, and it was midnight.

At this time, Zhang Jue had already stepped onto the twenty-second floor, and the process was already halfway through.

During this period, they only rested for a few minutes and drank saliva.

The violent wind outside was still howling, showing no sign of stopping. It seemed that it would not stop until the next day.

To some extent, it is a good thing, at least they can definitely explore this building.

The three of them are like fishermen fishing, compressing the space where each other can move little by little.

And the last ten floors.

In less than two hours, they can finish exploring.

However, the later, when the danger is getting closer, we can't be careless in the slightest.

Zhang Jue kicked open a locked door, but there was nothing inside.

He has done this kind of action countless times, and his feet are numb.

After exploring this floor, Zhang Jue waited for Yang Xue's whistle at the door of the stairwell as usual.

However, this time, there was no sound coming from the corridor in the distance.

Zhang Jue glanced at his watch, it was already half past one in the night.

He waited for a few more minutes, but still no sound came.

This time, he could finally confirm that something must have happened to them.

Why didn't Yang Xue shoot?

Before he had time to think so much, Zhang Jue trotted all the way and rushed towards Area B.

Fortunately, the tactics they formulated were very reasonable. Zhang Jue skipped a lot of houses with lights on all the way, without even looking at them, which saved a lot of time.

When he reached the last corner, Zhang Jue slowed down and approached bit by bit.

Stop at the door of the last room opened.

He held his breath and looked inside cautiously.

I saw two women concentrating on looking at the things on the table. They held a book in each hand, looked at it carefully, and completely entered a state of ecstasy.

It seems that the two of them are fine, but they found some clues and forgot to blow the whistle.

Zhang Jue breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the room.

"I said, what are you doing?"

He suddenly made a sound, which startled the two of them.

Yang Xue instinctively drew out her gun, and when she saw it was him, she patted her chest.

"Come and see."

Yang Xue pointed to the shelf behind her.

Zhang Jue looked up and found that there were books all over it.

"What's the matter? Is there anything special about these books?"

Yang Xue pointed to the bookshelf: "Take a closer look."

After being reminded by Yang Xue, Zhang Jue looked at the books displayed inside again, and only then did he realize Yang Xue's subtext.

There are many books in the bookshelf, both in Chinese and English.

There are not many Chinese people in this site, and the decoration of this office is exquisite, presumably the position is not low.

Then the identity of the owner of the office is ready to be revealed - most likely Yang Xue's father, Yang Wensong.

"Is this your father's office?" Zhang Jue asked.

Yang Xue nodded: "At least he has been here for a while."

"What's the matter with you? You know it's him, maybe there are other Chinese people."

"No, I'm sure it's him." Yang Xue opened a book and randomly turned to a page with some notes on it.

Pointing to a certain word, she said, "I know my father's handwriting. It was like this when he wrote the tick."

Zhang Jue looked along her finger, and saw that the stroke was indeed very recognizable, and Yang Xue had already been injected with an X-level mnestic, so she shouldn't remember it wrong.

It seems that this is probably the place where Yang Wensong once worked.

This is a valuable discovery.

After Yang Wensong came here, he has been committed to helping Director Hurley recontain 3125. If he can see his work notes or some other materials, he can judge the direction of their experiments.

Although they failed in the end, they can still be used as a reference, at least you can know which method will not work.

Luo Lisi looked at Yang Xue's finger and asked strangely: "Sister Yang Xue, what are you talking about? Why can't I see what you said?"

Zhang Jue glanced at her and probably guessed the reason.

He brought SCP714, and Yang Xue was able to see these words because Yang Wensong had left something behind her.

Norris and Gray, who have lived on this site for so long and turned a blind eye to these books, must have been influenced by those antimemes.

If Yang Xue wasn't here, she might not even notice these books.

Zhang Jue didn't waste time explaining to her, but turned around and looked at the bookshelf.

They were all very professional books, and he couldn't understand English, so he randomly picked out basic Chinese books and read them.

Books are very miscellaneous, some are new and some are old.

Some books have some creases and annotations every few pages, and it is obvious that Yang Wensong has put a lot of thought into it.

Zhang Jue is preparing to collect the books he often reads together to see if they have anything in common.

"It's all here." Yang Xue pointed to the books on her side and said, "Father reads mostly spiritual books."

What Zhang Jue could think of, Yang Xue had already thought of. Her thinking was already able to keep up with Zhang Jue's thinking, and she was even more careful.

Zhang Jue nodded. He flipped through a few books and found that this was indeed the case.

"Spiritual books?"

He squeezed his chin, at present he can only determine the direction of Yang Wensong's research, but there is no practical solution on how to contain 3125.

Zhang Jue said: "Turn it over, go through all these books and see if there are any valuable discoveries."

Yang Wensong is a very rigorous person.

He has a good habit of reading books, that is annotations.

He would write his thoughts very neatly on the margins and title pages of the books that were useful to him.

Luo Lisi couldn't see these words, so Zhang Jue and Yang Xue divided the work, one read Chinese books and the other read English books.

There are not many books, and the two cooperated closely, and soon found valuable clues.

"Look!" Yang Xue pointed to a page in her hand with an excited expression.

Zhang Jue looked intently, and saw a string of words written in Chinese on the gap next to a certain page of the book in Yang Xue's hand.

"As to how to deal with 'it', I have thought of a possible solution, but the space here is too small for me to write. Also, this method has considerable danger and uncertainty, and I may need to try it myself. "

? ? ?

When Zhang Jue saw this passage, the veins on his head slowly popped out.

What the he|mother is this?

Yang Wensong's last theorem?

On such an important thing, Yang Wensong is a hidden joker for doing such a thing? !

Zhang Jue checked carefully and found that the book should be a pirated copy. The printing was rather rough, and the layout was wide on the left and narrow on the right, so nothing could be written.

He gritted his teeth with hatred.

Squeeze a word out of your mouth.

"When you go back, remind me to ask Huang Xingwen to improve the treatment of the staff in the site. He can't even afford genuine books. What a fucking delay!"

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth for a while before returning to the content of the book itself, but his English was so poor that he couldn't understand this kind of professional book at all.

He returned the book to Yang Xue: "Dr. Yang Da, you translate for the translator. What are these pages talking about?"

When Yang Wensong saw this and wrote that comment, he must have been inspired by something.

Yang Xue nodded, opened the book, and browsed quickly.

After a few minutes, Yang Xue closed the book and frowned slightly.

"This chapter talks about how the cranial nerves of patients with schizophrenia are different from those of normal people."

"Aha?" Zhang Jue looked at Yang Xue with strange eyes.

The two have been together for so long, Yang Xue still doesn't know what's going on in his head.

She sighed and said helplessly, "At least in the memory of my uncle and I, my father is a normal person and has never had a history of schizophrenia."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, I heard in some folk science that that thing may be hereditary, you have to be careful-don't hit people, I'm kind-well, since your father is not mentally ill, You are not mentally ill, so we can guess why he wrote this passage here?"

When it came to business, Yang Xue didn't have the heart to argue with him, and concentrated on thinking.

But Yang Wensong's knowledge is profound, even as her daughter, Yang Xue can hardly imagine why her father wrote this passage here.

"Ah, I see!"

Zhang Jue snapped his fingers suddenly.

"See if there is such a possibility. If you want to defeat 3125, you must first suffer from schizophrenia!"