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Zhang Jue picked up the clay pot and continued to fool around: "Everyone, this is not an ordinary clay pot. After testing by the foundation, it has a very useful feature: the questioner asks the question, and the others answer it." , it can detect whether the respondent is telling the truth or a lie - the respondent will touch his hand to the bottom of the clay pot, if the answer is false, then his hand will be stuck on it and cannot be taken out .”

I see.

Maxim was overjoyed.

It sounds simple enough.

If he had known that Consultant Zhang had such an artifact, he wouldn't have worried.

For some trained people, ordinary polygraphs can be fooled.

Therefore, except for some very important interrogations, the Foundation generally does not use ordinary lie detectors, and even if they use them, they are generally only used as a reference.

In fact, the Foundation does have a program that can be used to detect polygraphs - SCP-1351 (Perfect Polygraph).

But that is a project with a very high level of confidentiality, and it is not in 118.

Even if Zhang Jue sends an application to the foundation now, and waits for the headquarters' approval before transporting 1351, the day lily will be cold.

He doesn't have so much time to waste in this place that doesn't shit, so Zhang Jue plans to use his own way to find the ghost.

The two turned off the microphone and muttered a few words in a low voice. The employees below couldn't wait any longer. They also wanted to see if this clay pot was as magical as Zhang Jue said.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Jue waved his hand.

"Okay, the auspicious time has come, and the polygraph operation has officially begun."

Under the command of the station master Maxim, the employees at site 118 consciously formed a long queue, waiting for Zhang Jue's questions.

The first person reaches into the clay pot and touches the bottom of the pot.

Zhang Jue looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Zakoloff."

"Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

"Report sir,

Nothing to do with me. "

"Okay, take your hand out and let me see."

Zaklov took his hand out of the clay pot as promised, and nothing happened except for some white ashes on his fingertips.

Zhang Jue nodded: "Okay, let's go."

The process is so simple that it doesn't even take ten seconds for one person.

When everyone saw this scene, they felt very awesome.

Instead of checking the heart rate and pulse, you can determine whether a person is lying by placing your hand in it.

This lie detector is too easy to use.

The projects they usually study are all dangerous. Such a safe and easy-to-use project is really rare.

As time passed, everyone put their hands on the bottom of the pot and answered Zhang Jue's question.

Except for the first person, Zhang Jue asked the same questions to everyone else: "Are you an internal agent sent by the enemy? Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

Of course, everyone denied it.

Ten minutes passed, and the line gradually shortened, leaving only the last dozen or so staff members.

If nothing else, the enemy will be one of them—or a few.

The last few, without exception, are middle-level cadres in the site, highly regarded by Maxim, and are the mainstay of Site 118.

If there were enemies among them, it would be the biggest joke since the establishment of Site 118.

Stationmaster Maxim swallowed unconsciously.

The number of people in line decreased little by little, and his heart was in his throat.

But the clay pot still didn't stick anyone's hand.

Another two minutes passed, and there was only one person left in the team who hadn't been tested.

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was the experiment director of Site 118, Vognev.

Everyone looked at him with weird eyes and whispered.

It seems that Vogniev's popularity is not very good, and no one came up to defend him at this time.

Vognev walked to Zhang Jue's seat with a calm expression.

Zhang Jue looked at him and asked with a smile, "Dear man, what else do you want to say?"

"No." Vognev shook his head, his tone not salty, "Please hurry up, Consultant Zhang, I still have an experiment to finish."

With just this sentence, Zhang Jue knew the reason for his unpopularity.

However, working in the foundation is not the same as working in other places. As long as you are strong, you will generally not be buried.

After all, everyone is not stupid, and it doesn't matter if they talk and laugh at ordinary times, but when it comes time to vote, you know who you should vote for, after all, it may be related to your life.

Zhang Jue looked at him and repeated the two questions: "Are you an internal agent sent by the enemy? Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

Vognev shook his head calmly: "I'm not, I don't."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on his arm.

Vogniev completely ignored the gazes of other people, and calmly took his hand out of the clay pot.

Maxim let out a long breath.

Site118 does not have a deputy station master. Apart from him, Vognev has the highest authority. If even he is instigated by the enemy, then the entire site may not have any secrets at all.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Jue.

Everyone is waiting for his statement.

The meeting has been going on for nearly two hours now.

These more than a hundred people also waited for two hours, but in the end, nothing happened.

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Zhang Jue sat firmly on the rostrum with a smile on his face, as if he had a plan in mind.

Seeing that Zhang Jue didn't speak, the employees below seemed to have a tendency to go berserk.

Maxim knocked on the table: "What's the matter, do you want to rebel? I'm not dead yet!"

Although Maxim has just become the station master not long ago, he has served at Site 118 for more than 30 years, and his prestige is quite high.

Seeing him angry, everyone dared not speak.

Maxim turned to Zhang Jue and changed his smile.

"Consultant Zhang, all the people in this meeting room have been questioned. It seems that everyone is not an enemy. There are still a few security personnel outside. Should we call them in and test it?"

Although there is a conference, the most basic security facilities must be controlled and monitored by someone, otherwise once the enemy launches an attack, the site will become deaf and blind.

However, Zhang Jue personally screened those who remained on the job, and their security level was very low, so it was impossible to know information about SCP-1139.

When Maxim said this, he actually wanted to save Zhang Jue some face.

But Zhang Jue didn't appreciate it at all.

"No, those people can't be insiders," he said.

Hearing what he said, Maxim was a little confused.

You were the one who said that the enemy had an internal response, and you are the one who can't find it now. He really doesn't know how to proceed.

Zhang Jue stood up: "Master Maxim, you said just now that all the people in this conference room have passed the test, but in my opinion, it seems that they have not."

There's none? The station master Maxim was puzzled.

It was clear that everyone was waiting in a long queue just now, waiting for your inspection.

Zhang Jue looked around with his hands behind his back, and everyone's eyes followed him.

But Zhang Jue's eyes circled around and finally settled on Maxim himself.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Webmaster, you haven't passed my test yet."

"ah?"

Maxim's eyes widened, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Zhang Jue didn't care what he thought, and said, "Station Master Maxim, if you don't want to be suspected by me and everyone, then please put your hand into the jar and touch its bottom, let's test it." ,how?"

"So that's the case." Maxim nodded.

Everything inside the site is suspected of being stolen, and as the site owner, he is actually a blind spot.

But this consultant Zhang did not make such a mistake.

From the very beginning, the other party put himself in the ranks of suspects.

Maxim's evaluation of Zhang Jue was even higher.

But he is not afraid of the shadow slanting.

The master of the station said boldly: "Okay, just try it! I have also experienced it. Is the stuff of Consultant Zhang really so amazing?"

As he spoke, he put his hand into the clay pot.

When your fingers touch the bottom of the clay pot, the touch is no different from what you imagined.

At this moment, even he doubted whether the jar of Consultant Zhang was fake.

Zhang Jue asked as before: "Station Master Maxim, may I ask if you are the internal agent sent by the enemy to the Foundation?"

Maxim raised his chest and said loudly, "I'm not!"

Questions are over.

Zhang Jue motioned for him to take out his hand.

Maxim did as he was told, and smoothly took his arm out of the pot.

In the end, he raised his hand high, as if to signal to all the employees that he was fine.

Everyone cheered.

Tested and all are ok.

Although it is a bit regrettable, the so-called "internal traitor" was not found out.

But everyone was relieved.

They hugged each other, rejoicing that colleagues are still colleagues, and friends are still friends.

After a few minutes, however, everyone fell silent.

Because they saw that the consultant Zhang sent by the headquarters was still sitting on the rostrum and looking at them.

He's smiling, arms folded, looking relaxed.

This time, the site manager Maxim finally couldn't sit still, he asked directly: "Consultant Zhang, can it be explained now that there are no enemies in our site?"

Everyone's eyes were burning, waiting for his reply.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Jue stood up again.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." Zhang Jue smiled, unfathomable, "After the round of experiments just now, I already know who is the internal response of the enemy in the site."

"What?"

Everyone, including station master Maxim, was taken aback.

Obviously no one had their arm stuck to that clay pot.

Zhang Jue turned to Maxim.

"Sir, can you ask the security team to seal all the entrances and exits of the venue?"

Maxim looked into Zhang Jue's eyes and realized that he was not joking, he really found that person!

"Lermontov! Order your team members to guard all the doors and windows of the venue. Without my order, no one can come in or out!"

"yes!"

Lermontov is the captain of the only exclusive MTF team "Wasp" at site 118.

With his team guarding, the venue instantly became a big urn for catching turtles.

Seeing the MTF members armed with live ammunition, the employees present realized that this Consultant Zhang was planning to get serious.

Maxim looked at Zhang Jue: "Consultant Zhang, can you tell me who is the enemy now?"

At this moment, Maxim's tone became less respectful, but more murderous.

If Zhang Jue could find out the inner ghost, he would naturally not spare him lightly.

But if Zhang Jue tossed and tossed for so long and ended up just fooling him and so many staff, then he didn't mind letting this consultant Zhang know what a fighting nation is.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Zhang Jue's face was calm.

"According to my observation, there is indeed an internal response of the enemy in this site, and this enemy is her—"

He said, pointing his finger to a corner of the venue.

The people in front all moved aside, for fear of being beaten to death as a traitor.

Following the direction of Zhang Jue's finger, everyone blazed a path.

Zhang Jue's eyes finally fell on a woman in her forties.

This woman wears black-rimmed glasses and has sharp eyes, and she is not easy to mess with at a glance.

Seeing this situation, Maxim was very surprised.

Because this woman is none other than the logistics director of the site—Valeria.

Valeria's qualifications at site 118 are not low, it can be said that it is second only to the station master Maxim and the experiment supervisor Vognev.

It never occurred to him that the ghost Zhang Jue identified was actually her.

Maxim said to Zhang Jue, "Consultant Zhang, did you make a mistake, Valeria—"

Zhang Jue waved his hand and interrupted him.

"I'm pretty sure it's her."

Zhang Jue looked at Valeria: "Madam, do you have anything to say?"

Seeing everyone looking at her, Valeria still stood there calmly, showing nothing unusual.

She said calmly: "Consultant Zhang, you need to talk about evidence. You say that I am the enemy's insider who stayed in the site. What evidence do you have? Just rely on the pot in your hand? With all due respect, I work for the Foundation For so many years, I have never heard of such a project, so it must be fake."

Valeria is indeed a researcher who has been immersed in the foundation for many years. She seems to defend herself, but in fact she points the finger at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue trapped everyone in this large conference room for nearly an afternoon, and these employees were actually on the verge of breaking out.

If we let them know that Zhang Jue is just holding a fake thing here to play tricks, then even if Maxim is here, he will not be able to escape unscathed.

Taking a step back, even if these researchers dare not do anything to Zhang Jue, no one will believe what he said.

After all, Valeria is the veteran of the site, and there are many people who support her.

As soon as she finished speaking, several colleagues spoke for her.

"Consultant Zhang, can your clay pot really detect lies? Otherwise, I will lie on purpose, let's try?"

"Yeah, and even if it can detect lies, isn't Director Valeria not stuck with it?"

"Consultant Zhang, you're not kidding us, are you?"

Even the stationmaster Maxim looked at Zhang Jue, expecting him to give a reasonable explanation.

However, next, a scene that surprised everyone happened.

The imagined justification didn't happen.

The consultant Zhang sent by the headquarters nodded sharply.

"Yes, you guessed it right. The clay pot in my hand is indeed an ordinary pot. To tell you the truth, I actually plan to use it to pickle pickles."

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