I’m In Charge of SCP

　　 Happy days are always short. In life, tomorrow and accidents always do not know which comes first.

　　 Old man Chen was sick, and he became ill suddenly.

　　 Cerebral thrombosis, if it weren't discovered early by the neighbor, it is estimated that the person is gone.

　　 It is said that the person has been rescued, but the situation is still not optimistic. The hospital has issued critical illness notices several times.

　　 When Zhang Jue got the news, it was already the third afternoon.

　　 He and Yang Xue came to the First People's Hospital of Jiangzhou City.

　　 Guan Peng was sitting outside the ward, his expression was not very good, he probably didn't sleep much in the past two days.

　　 "Uncle Guan, how is Mr. Chen... how is he?" Yang Xue asked.

　　 Guan Peng, who already had a little white hair, sighed, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

　　 Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder: "It's fine if you are still there."

　　 Guan Peng can only nod his head.

　　 Several people came to the ward.

　　 The old man is already awake, but he is a little sluggish.

　　 Seeing Zhang Jue and Yang Xue coming, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. When he was about to talk, he saw Guan Peng, and then blackened his face again: "What are you doing so crying? I'm not dead yet!"

　　 Guan Peng's parents died since he was young, and he was brought up by Mr. Chen. He was taught by Mr. Chen.

　　 For him, Mr. Chen is also a master and a father.

　　 Without Mr. Chen, he would have died long ago, let alone being the captain of the MTF.

　　 Old man Chen is a martial artist. He has a very good physique, so he didn't care about it. He didn't expect to get sick all his life, just so serious.

　　 Guan Peng blames himself a little.

　　 Seeing Guan Peng being scolded, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue hurriedly stepped forward to help each other, squeezing their waists and thumping their legs. Only then did Mr. Chen calm down.

　　 The two talked to the old man for a while, and the old man seemed to be in a better mood, but the doctor had already ordered them, and they didn't talk for too long.

　　 Zhang Jue thought that the old man would get better, but he didn't expect this to be the last time they saw him.

　　 Early the next morning, the old man left in his sleep.

　　 According to the doctor, there is no pain.

　　 The old man has no children, and everything at the funeral is simple. Only Zhang Jue, Yang Xue, Guanpeng and a few familiar neighbors were buried directly on the mountainside behind the village.

　　 Guan Peng poured a glass of wine in front of his grave, but did not speak.

　　Neither he nor the old man are talkative.

　　 Zhang Jue lighted another cigarette and placed it in front of the old man’s grave.

　　 The old man is free and easy, even if he is defeated at the peak, his mood is not even dusted.

　　Probably his only regret is that he did not see Guan Peng marrying a wife and having children.

　　 Guan Peng didn’t know, but his job was too dangerous, and he lost half of his face. He was really embarrassed to harm other girls.

　　 The old man has no relics, there are only a few books left. They seem to be quite ordinary, not like some martial arts cheats. Guan Peng gave Zhang Jue and Yang Xue one copy for the right to be a souvenir.

　　 People's lives are still too fragile, and the death of Old Man Chen silenced Zhang Jue for a while.

　　 But life is going to pass, and Zhang Jue is not someone who will always be immersed in sad emotions.

　　 Soon, he was overwhelmed by the work of the Foundation again.

　　 On this day, another uninvited visitor, blond and blue-eyed, came to site14. It is estimated that which site encountered some trouble.

　　 Zhang Jue was trying to drive off, but found that others were not looking for him.

　　 "Excuse me, is Dr. Xue Yang here?"

　　 speaks fluent Chinese.

　　 Zhang Jue blinked.

　　 Seeing that Zhang Jue didn't recognize him, the man took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to him.

　　"I am an expatriate from the Secret Service Division of the Foundation Headquarters. My Chinese name is Tang Mo. At an academic exchange meeting, I was fortunate to discuss a few issues with Dr. Xue Yang. This time I asked her for help on behalf of the Headquarters."

I see.

　　 Zhang Jue looked at him up and down, checked his credentials carefully, and then shouted: "Dr. Yang, your old friend is here!"

　　 There are many sites under the foundation of the foundation. The talents in them are different. When encountering problems, it is common to ask each other for help in private.

　　 But if the headquarters directly sent someone to the site for secondment, it means that the matter has reached the point where it must be resolved.

　　 The special commissioner from the headquarters talked with the stationmaster Huang Xingwen for an hour. They called Yang Xue into the office, talked for another hour, and left until the evening.

　　 After dinner, Zhang Jue went to the roof to blow a hair, only to find that Yang Xue was already there.

　　 This is a little tacit understanding between the two.

　　 "Wow, what a coincidence." Zhang Jue walked to Yang Xue, leaning against the railing side by side with her, "The sun is quite round tonight."

　　 Yang Xue glanced at him: "Is there no new words?"

　　 "Yes." Zhang Jue smiled, "I am boiling water and you are instant noodles, I am nine and you are three."

　　 Yang Xue was stunned, then sighed: "boring."

　　 Zhang Jue shrugged: "Say business, what is your old friend doing today?"

　　 Ignoring Zhang Jue’s weird address, Yang Xue said: "They are in trouble and want me to come over and help."

　　 Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "What a coincidence, you also have a sister outside? She wants to see you too?"

　　 Yang Xuebai glanced at him.

　　 Zhang Jue smiled.

　　 Yang Xue is a dual Ph.D. in biology and organic chemistry. She is also regarded as the top talent in the entire foundation system, otherwise the headquarters will not promote her.

　　 This time, the headquarters sent someone to pick her up. Maybe there is indeed something that cannot be solved.

　　 As for what was going on, Yang Xue didn't say, Zhang Jue didn't ask.

　　 Yang Xue is already the deputy director of site14, and she has her own pride.

　　 Since this chick is confident, let her go.

　　 The two said goodbye to each other, and Yang Xue set off the next day.

　　 Looking at her back, Zhang Jue was suddenly a little upset. He should have installed a GPS locator on her.

　　 Time passed day by day, and a week later, the blond guy came to site14 again.

　　 The first person I saw was still Zhang Jue.

　　 "Your old friend is not here." Zhang Jue said, "Isn't she already picked up by you, she hasn't come back yet."

　　 At the end of the Tang Dynasty: "Counselor Zhang, I am here to see you this time."

　　 Stationmaster’s office, Zhang Jue sits in a chair.

　　 Huang Xingwen and Tang Mo looked at him eagerly.

as usual.

　　 "There is something wrong with that chick, you came here to ask me to save her, right? I knew she was unreliable."

　　 Zhang Jue sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, with an expression I already knew, expressing disdain for this clichéd plot.

　　 However, Tang Mo shook his head: "On the contrary, after Dr. Yang arrived at the scene, he gave us a lot of help. Under her leadership, our research has made great progress."

　　 "Huh huh?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows~www.novelmt.com~ So why did you come to me for? Report to promote? "

　　 Tang Mo sighed: "Because we encountered a new problem and couldn't solve the problem, we asked the headquarters for help, but the response from the headquarters was only two words-your name, consultant Zhang."

　　 This statement sounds pretty cool, as if he is the savior, but Zhang Jue is no longer a person who can be fooled by such tricks.

　　 He said, "It's not impossible to help you. Can you tell me about the situation."

　　 Tang Mo's expression is tangled, it seems that there is something hidden.

　　 Zhang Jue shrugged: "Let's forget it, hey, let's not hide it, I am very busy discussing life, ideals and children's education with those young female researchers every day."

　　 Seeing that he was about to leave, Tang Mo quickly glanced at the stationmaster Huang Xingwen.

　　 But Zhang Jue is directly under the O5 Council, and Huang Xingwen can't command him, so he can only pretend not to see him.

　　 At the end of the Tang Dynasty, he was forced to do nothing, and said: "Consultant Zhang, please wait a moment-okay, let me say."

　　 Zhang Jue turned around and looked at him.

　　 At the end of the Tang Dynasty: "Counselor Zhang, do you know Kramingda?"

　　 Claminda? The name seems familiar.

Zhang Jue thought for a long time before remembering that when he was eating in the Foundation cafeteria, he saw an international news article saying that the residents of the small town of Craminda, Meiguo, had contracted the plague and the entire town had been sealed off. No one is allowed to enter or leave.

　　 Needless to say, I can see that there is a problem.

　　 Zhang Jue nodded and motioned for him to continue.

　　 "The residents of Kraminda are not infected with the plague."

　　 Tang Mo's expression became weird, and it seemed that what he was about to say made him feel a little uncomfortable.

　　 "They... they all became'devil'."