I’m In Charge of SCP

Three days later, Zhang Jue did not return directly, but first took the Foundation's car to the ruins of site 237.

After so many days of cleaning, most of the antimemetic objects have been recovered from the ground and recontained.

Because of the explosion underground, the foundations of the three buildings on the ground were unstable, and they had tilted to varying degrees.

After the foundation has emptied all the supplies, it plans to do explosive treatment. When the yellow sand is buried, no one will know that there used to be a foundation site here.

Zhang Jue is a bit regretful, he is now the honorary webmaster of site237, but this site will disappear forever in the long river of history.

He looked into the distance, but found that not far from the three buildings, a huge stone monument stood on the sand dune.

This was something he had never seen before.

Looking at it, it is still very new, obviously it has just been shipped here in the past two days.

You know, this is a desert.

To transport such a large stele here, even the Foundation would have to spend a lot of manpower and material resources.

Besides, isn't this place about to be abandoned?

Seeing that he was puzzled, the staff next to him explained: "Consultant Zhang, this is a monument set up by the headquarters for the colleagues who died in this site. Their bones have been found and buried there."

It turned out to be like this.

Zhang Jue nodded.

Not counting him, the last Minister of Antimemetics was Hurley.

In order to prevent 3125 from spreading within the foundation, she resolutely led most of the employees infected with 3125 to commit suicide.

Zhang Jue still remembers that she was lying in that crystal coffin with a peaceful expression.

Now that 3125 has been defeated again, I believe that she and those employees who sacrificed, including Yang Wensong, can finally rest in peace.

The huge stele is more than ten meters high.

It reads in both Chinese and English: "I would like to commemorate those heroes who fought in the dark. Your names are unknown, and your achievements will last forever."

...

The latter sentence sounds familiar to Zhang Jue,

Probably a famous quote from someone.

But this sentence could not be more appropriate when applied to all the employees of the Antimemetics Department.

There are probably many people who have never been remembered until they died.

Zhang Jue sighed and walked slowly to the stele.

He saw that there was already a bunch of flowers in front of the stele, but it had dried up.

Probably there is no wind in the desert these days, so I'm still lying here.

Without Zhang Jue asking, the employee explained: "Dr. Yang Xue came here after the stele was built."

Zhang Jue hummed.

Yang Xue had searched for her father for more than ten years, and suddenly saw her, but it was parting of her life and death.

This is actually quite cruel.

After going to site17, Yang Xue was always in a daze, probably also thinking about her father.

Although Yang Wensong is an influence to human beings, as a father, he is really incompetent.

But Yang Xue is also an employee of the foundation, so she should be able to understand Yang Wensong's choice.

Zhang Jue could even foresee that after many years, Yang Xue would become the same person as Yang Wensong.

Thinking of Yang Wenbai who has retired, Zhang Jue couldn't help sighing that her old Yang family is really full of loyalty.

After standing in front of the monument for a while, Zhang Jue planned to leave.

Just as he was about to get into the car, he suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at the person in charge.

"While you were cleaning the site, did you notice anyone else?"

"Other people?" The person in charge thought about it carefully, "No, no one else appeared here except those employees who fainted. What's the matter, Consultant Zhang, is there any problem?"

"There's none."

Zhang Jue shook his head, frowning slightly.

In the past few days after returning to site 17, he reviewed what happened after entering site 237 in his mind, and found some places that he had overlooked before.

In fact, they are all innocuous details, even if you can't figure it out, it doesn't matter.

But in this regard, there is a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, wanting to figure out everything.

Like who killed that interrogator.

For example, who made the fake Yang Wensong AI.

Why did he and Yang Xue pass out in the building on the right? What happened before they passed out?

He always felt that there was another force in Site 237 at that time.

But after so long, these things can no longer be traced back.

Zhang Jue shook his head helplessly, but he was not in a hurry.

According to Yang Wensong, the body of 3125 has not been eliminated.

Sooner or later, it will make a comeback.

If that force really has something to do with 3125, they will show up sooner or later.

When the time comes, the new and old grudges will be counted together, so don't blame him for being cruel.

Think like this.

Zhang Jue took one last look at the monument.

Then he closed the door.

...

After more than ten hours of tossing and turning, Zhang Jue finally returned to site14.

It was early March when I went out with Yang Xue, and it was already mid-April when I came back.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Site14 was decorated with lights and festoons, and all the employees lined up outside to hold a grand welcoming ceremony for Zhang Jue's return.

This time, he can be said to have returned with honor and returned to his hometown in fine clothes.

The station master Huang Xingwen personally went out to greet him, giving him enough face.

Not only that, because Zhang Jue has been promoted to the deputy station master of site14, so he already has his own independent office.

According to the specifications, the Foundation can also assign him a secretary if he needs it.

But Zhang Jue thought about it, but temporarily refused.

There are two reasons. First, he has always been very busy, but he just pretended to be very busy. If he invites a secretary, the two of them will stare at each other, or play match 3 games together during working hours, which is always bad.

Second, and most importantly.

He was afraid that it was sent by the Foundation to spy on him.

The so-called employing people is not suspicious, and if he has a grudge in his heart, there is no need to waste any more time.

The only fly in the ointment is that the pennant that the foundation promised him has not yet arrived, which makes him quite unhappy.

As a leader, there is no pennant in the office, and I am embarrassed to say hello to others when I go out!

Zhang Jue dialed Secretary O5-8 immediately.

After receiving the call, O5-8 apologized very sincerely, bluntly saying that it was too difficult to sign autographs, and he had to give him some time to convince everyone.

His bachelor attitude left Zhang Jue speechless.

In the end, amidst Zhang Jue's abuse, the two reached an agreement that O5-8 must deliver the pennant within three months, otherwise the foundation would give Zhang Jue another 10 million as mental damages.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jue wondered if he wanted to prevent O5-8 from getting the signature. After all, that is 10 million.

In the evening, site14 held a grand dinner.

During this period, Huang Xingwen took the initiative to let Zhang Jue sit in the main seat, pour wine and food for Zhang Jue, very attentive.

Even if Zhang Jue doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he still knows that there is a problem here.

Although Huang Xingwen didn't have much credit, he still has qualifications after working with Yang Wenbai as his deputy for so many years.

Even if Zhang Jue is a newly promoted celebrity, he won't be able to do it for a few years, so there's no need to make it like this.

So Zhang Jue simply grabbed his shoulder: "Old Huang, what's your idea of ​​being courteous for nothing?"

Huang Xingwen had a drink and chuckled: "Consultant Zhang, look at what you said, you have earned so much face for site14, can't I toast you a few glasses of wine?"

"Oh——" Zhang Jue made a long voice, "It turns out that's the case. I'm going to go on a trip. If you want to call me again in the next two days, don't blame me for not answering your calls." .”

"Don't, don't—" Hearing what Zhang Jue said, Huang Xingwen finally couldn't sit still, and he had a bitter expression on his face, "Consultant Zhang, there are indeed some troubles in the station. It depends on whether I, the station manager, can continue to work." is you!"