I’m In Charge of SCP

December 31, 2221.

On New Year's Eve, the whole world is immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Zhang Jue took the last flight to Switzerland.

This is the nominal headquarters of the foundation-site19 site location.

It is called the nominal headquarters because site19 is currently the world's largest site currently being operated by the Foundation, which houses hundreds of SCP projects.

Of the 13 members of the O5 Council, one person will take turns here every year to handle the daily affairs of the foundation.

Those many decisions are spread all over the world from here.

Zhang Jue visited Switzerland once, but he did not enter Site19 that time.

This time he came to the headquarters for a simple purpose.

See SCP-682.

More than a month ago, Zhang Jue and O5-10 reached an agreement. He surrendered the camera found in SCP-1351, and the Foundation gave him a chance to meet 682, and no video or surveillance was allowed at all.

It seems that regardless of past and present, SCP682 occupies a very important position in the eyes of the Foundation.

He arrived at the Swiss airport at 13:00 local time on January 1.

The person in charge of the foundation to receive him had already been there early.

"Hello consultant Zhang, my name is Josue Morales, and I am the person in charge of your trip. I will take you to the hotel where you are staying, and then go to eat something. I know there is a restaurant that tastes very good. , Consultant Zhang, you will love—"

Morales has a kind expression and decent speech, and it seems that he often does reception work.

Zhang Jue smiled at him: "Mr. Morales, don't be so polite. If it's convenient, please take me to the site directly."

"Uh, this..."

Morales's expression changed.

Zhang Jue looked up at him: "Why? Inconvenient?"

"No." Morales was obviously embarrassed. "At the end of the recent year, more people came to site19 to report on their work, so I'm afraid Lord O5 doesn't have time..."

Because ordinary employees do not know which O5 is on duty, they are collectively referred to as Lord O5.

"It's okay." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I can wait."

Morales wanted to say something, but Zhang Jue lay directly on the seat with his eyes closed and rested. Morales sighed and could only let the driver drive the car directly to Site19.

An hour later, the car arrived at Site19, but instead of going through the main entrance, it made a bend and drove the car in through a small door on the side.

Morales took Zhang Jue to a reception room.

The reception room is very shabby, obviously it hasn't been cleaned for a while, and it doesn't look like a place to receive people at all.

Morales looked at the old sofa and was a little embarrassed. He sighed: "Consultant Zhang, you really don't need to be so anxious. Even if you come, what can you do..."

Knowing the other party's good intentions, Zhang Jue smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you can do it first if you have something to do. I can wait here. When our noble O5 Master is free, when will you come to me again."

Zhang Jue's expression is natural, without any reluctance.

"Okay." Morales shook his head and left the reception room.

After Morales left, Zhang Jue sat down on the shabby sofa with his chin in his right hand.

He didn't know which O5 was sitting here at this time, but it was obvious that the other party did not welcome his arrival.

From the moment we met, Morales didn't want to bring himself to Site19. If it weren't for his high level, he might not even be able to enter the site.

And placing him here is probably also a disarming prestige given to him by the other party, and it is estimated that he wants to kill him.

Zhang Jue sneered. If I let you succeed, I would write the name upside down.

Morales walked out of the reception room with a sad face. He walked around the site to a secret office.

A man with rimless glasses was sitting inside the office and saw Morales come in and put down the information in his hand.

"How about others?"

Morales said: "Mr. Bellamy, as you might expect, the consultant Zhang did not want to live outside, and went directly to site19. He is now sitting in the reception room you arranged. It seems that if he If you don't see Lord O5, you won't leave."

Bellamy snorted: "Where does he think this is, his site14? This is the headquarters of the Foundation! If he wants to go wild here, he has to consider whether he can afford the consequences-doesn't he just stay here and not leave? , Yes, tell the logistics department that no one is allowed to give him water and food. He just got off the plane, I see how long he can last!"

Morales responded and said cautiously, "Master O5?"

Bellamy glanced at him.

Morales shivered, cold sweat gradually oozing on his forehead.

Bellamy sneered when he saw him.

"Don't ask more about things that shouldn't be asked. Lord O5 is busy with other things at this time. I will naturally find the opportunity to report to her."

Throughout the afternoon, Morales was a little restless.

Zhang Jue was brought by him, and he was really sorry to leave him in the old reception room without asking.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and it is conservatively estimated that this consultant Zhang has not eaten or water for ten hours.

He went to the monitoring room and no one saw Zhang Jue come out.

Morales sighed.

He is not an obvious faction member and has always been kind to others, but Bellamy is his immediate boss, and he has to obey the other party's arrangements.

At this time, his phone rang, and the name displayed on it was Bellamy.

"The consultant Zhang, he hasn't left yet?"

"Report, not yet."

"You go and see."

"Yes."

Morales thought for a while, and hid a bottle of water and a piece of bread in his pants.

However, before he walked to the reception room, he smelled a scent from the corridor.

A fragrance he had never smelled before.

Morales felt a little strange and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

When he walked to the door of the reception room, he could finally confirm that the smell came from inside.

Morales took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Zhang Jue's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Morales pushed in.

When he saw the scene in the room, he was shocked.

Originally there was only a sofa in the reception room. I don't know when there was a prototype table, the kind used in the hotel, with a turntable.

In the center of the round table is a pot full of water. There is a stove burning underground, and the water in the pot is constantly boiling.

There are many plates around the table.

The plates were filled with meat rolls, greens, kelp, carrots, potatoes and many things that Morales could not name. They were densely packed with more than a dozen or twenty kinds.

The consultant Zhang Jue held a small plate in his left hand, which was filled with unknown sauces, and he was holding two wooden sticks in his right hand, constantly stirring in the pot of boiling water.

I still muttered: "Hey, I remember that I had several pieces of meat, but where did they go? Well, it looks like I have to cut it bigger next time."

He looked regretful, and then poured a large plate of meat rolls directly into the hot pot.

Morales had been to CN. He knew that the two sticks in Zhang Jue's hand were called chopsticks.

And that pot of boiling water seems to be called "hot pot".

Consultant Zhang eats hot pot in the reception room of site19?

Morales couldn't understand the scene before him at all.

Before he came to the reception room.

Almost all the possibilities have been thought of.

For example, Zhang Jue has left, or is furious at himself.

But he did not expect that this consultant Zhang would actually set up a large table here.

Even the food in the Foundation canteen does not have as many dishes as his!

If these ingredients are all packed in consultant Zhang's backpack, how does the table explain, how does the pot explain?

Is it all from him?

Is he here on business or on holiday?

By the way, even if it's a vacation, will anyone carry a table and hot pot on their back?

"Hoo-hh-, so spicy, I won't buy such a spicy pot bottom again, hu-" Zhang Jue kept fanning his mouth with his hands, cursing spicy, and constantly stuffing his mouth. .

He greeted Morales: "Hey, dude, have you eaten, let's have some together, this duck intestines is very authentic, but it's a bit spicy, this time I forgot to bring happiness water, it's really a mistake——"

Before Morales had time to speak, his phone rang again, still Bellamy's number.

Morales glanced at Zhang Jue and found that the other party was obsessed with picking up a ball with chopsticks, and had no time to pay attention to him.

He pressed the answer button, and Bellamy's voice came: "How is the situation, is he still there? Is there any tantrum."

"Uh... this..." Morales really didn't know how to describe the situation with Bellamy.

Could it be that consultant Zhang not only didn't lose his temper, but also invited himself to taste CN food together?

Morales hesitated, Bellamy was a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

"The situation here is more complicated, Mr. Bellamy, why don't you come and see for yourself."

"waste!"

After hanging up the phone, Morales realized that he didn't know when there was a small plate in front of him, which contained the same sauce as Zhang Jue's hands.

Zhang Jue used a pair of new chopsticks to pick up a piece of something he had never seen before and put it on the plate: "Morales, this is called Maodu. You must have never eaten it before. Take a bite. If it doesn't taste good, I will put it. I put my head in the hot pot--"

How dare Morales eat his food, he can only wave his hand in embarrassment.

Zhang Jue sighed, and then put Maodu back into his bowl: "Hey, children without good food."

In this way, while waiting for Bellamy, Morales watched Zhang Jue put the plates of ingredients on the table into the pot and then ate them.

Because Morales forgot to close the door, the smell of hot pot wafted out, and many colleagues were attracted.

Everyone looked at the strange Oriental and Morales inside, very surprised.

But the nose and eyes couldn't deceive people. Zhang Jue was no one beside him, and the food was very fragrant. The saliva of the onlookers was three feet long.

Morales was embarrassed for a while and was about to close the door.

But I heard Bellamy's voice from outside.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Is the research done? Who made you stay here!"

Bellamy is a close friend of O5 who is on duty at site19 this time, so no one dares to touch him.

Seeing him here, everyone is doing bird and beast dispersal.

"A group of idlers!"

Bellamy came to the door of the reception room and was about to call Lales' name, but was stunned by the scene inside.

For a moment, he even suspected that he had gone in the wrong place.

When did the reception room become a hotel room?

Then he saw Morales and Zhang Jue, a consultant who was rubbing his stomach.

Although Bellamy has never met Zhang Jue, as a senior of the foundation, he has read Zhang Jue's information countless times, so he knows Zhang Jue's face.

Seeing this scene in the reception room, he finally knew what Morales said, the situation is more complicated, how complicated it is.

But he quickly returned to normal.

However, Zhang Jue didn't know him. He was standing at the door, staring at the things inside, as if he was very hungry.

"If you don't dislike it, come in and have two bites?" Zhang Jue said.

Morales quickly winked at Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue didn't understand what he meant.

Bellamy squinted: "Counselor Zhang, who allowed you to eat here?"

It turned out to be a fault finding.

Zhang Jue smiled and burped, "No one told me that I can't eat here."

Bellamy's face turned black in an instant: "Consultant Zhang, please see clearly, this is site19, it is the headquarters of the foundation, not the place where you go wild, please figure out your identity!"

Bellamy's back is O5, and his own ability is also strong, and his speech comes with a sense of majesty.

But Zhang Jue had faced O5-12 directly, and he didn't let the wind fall in the slightest. How could he be frightened by a few words.

"I know my identity very well." Zhang Jue lay on the sofa with his hands resting on his head. "Class B personnel, level 4 security clearance. As for the title, I am currently the special advisor of the foundation-oh, I forgot. Last month, the foundation seems to have promoted me to A-level personnel-this boss, who are you sacred, and what authority is it."

Zhang Jue said in a few words, Bellamy was speechless.

He is an O5 confidant and holds real power, but in terms of rank and authority, he is definitely not as good as Zhang Jue, who was specially hired by the Foundation.

But Bellamy would not easily be irritated by Zhang Jue, and then do anything out of the ordinary, he just looked at Zhang Jue gloomily.

Zhang Jue was not affected by him in the slightest, and smiled: "I know that certain senior officials of the foundation don't want me to come here, and even want to contain me, but there is no way, who makes me look so handsome, since the foundation I’ll be hired as a special adviser, even if I’m on the thief ship, I regret it at this time, I’m afraid it’s too late."

Morales looked at Zhang Jue with horrified eyes.

The foundation hired him on a thief ship, and the whole world dared to speak like this, I am afraid he is the only one.

Just listen to Zhang Jue continuing: "I don’t care who your dog is~www.novelmt.com~ please go back and tell your master, I will give her another hour, if she still refuses to let me see 682, then I will Find it by yourself-but the ugly thing is first. I am not familiar with it. If I go the wrong way and release some monsters, don't blame me. After all, I am a foundation consultant. What bad thoughts can I have? ."

"Zhang Jue, don't be too arrogant." Bellamy's eyes were sharp, like a falcon. "Don't think that you are a special consultant and I can't deal with you. At site19, I--"

Bellamy just wanted to say something cruel, when suddenly the phone rang.

"Hey, it's me, my lord... he... well, I get it."

Bellamy looked at Zhang Jue again, with no murderous intent in his eyes.

"Master O5 agrees with you," he said.

Zhang Jue spread his hands: "Can I ask who it is?"

Bellamy would not answer his questions at all.

"Go, you'll know."