I’m In Charge of SCP

An important matter has settled, and Zhang Jue is in a good mood.

Just wait three more days and you will be able to see the content in the video.

He lay on the bed, thinking about some sights he might see.

For example, the video is empty and nothing is recorded, or Dr. Li is lying, but he is actually pushing himself.

But everything is speculation.

After three days, all the answers will be clear.

Just as Zhang Jue wanted to close his eyes, he suddenly felt a burst of heart-piercing pain.

There was no pain in the whole body, as if every bone was about to crack.

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, which is obviously very painful.

But he kept gritting his teeth and made no sound.

Ten minutes later, the pain gradually disappeared.

Zhang Jue slowly got up and sat on the bed, breathing heavily.

This is not the first time he has experienced such a situation.

Since the foundation headquarters returned to site14, he discovered that he had this problem.

This time made him very puzzled.

Because he has Shirley's self-healing ability, he hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

At first he thought he was infected with something like a virus, but soon discovered that he was not.

This is probably a sequelae of contact with Uncle 682.

He made a deal with 682 and rode on it, one is to grab equipment, and the biggest reason is that he wants to contact 682.

This point, even 682 did not expect it.

Oneself can obtain the ability of certain SCP items through contact.

After reaching this conclusion, Uncle 682 has been on the list of "must contact" Zhang Jue.

Immortality is immortal. What a heaven-defying ability is this. With this guarantee, he can die indefinitely.

So when he entered site19 and saw 682, Zhang Jue couldn't wait to hold it and kiss him.

However, things were not as smooth as he thought.

He did touch 682 and even rode on it, but contact with 682 made him feel different from all the previous projects.

Generally speaking, if he successfully acquires the ability of a certain SCP, he will have a special pleasure physiologically-probably the result of a surge in adrenaline.

And when he comes into contact with objects that he can't acquire abilities, such as SCP343 (God) and SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King), he doesn't feel anything, probably because the other person is too high in personality.

But 682 is different from all projects.

At the moment of contact, he seemed to be stabbed by something, and it hurt like a needle.

Then there is no special feeling.

Zhang Jue once thought that he could not acquire the power of 682, but the pain from time to time told him that things were not that simple.

Every time the pain comes, he can clearly feel that his body is changing.

If he had to describe it in a kind of process, he was probably like an iron block.

The iron master constantly burns the iron block, beats it, burns it, and beats it again to get rid of all the impurities, and then it can be cast into a great knife.

The cycle of this kind of pain is getting longer and longer. At first, I must come once every night, then once every three days. Recently, it has been a week.

If this continues, I don't know what my body will become in the end, but it will definitely not be worse.

Zhang Jue began to look forward to it.

But this time the pain also reminded him.

The restoration of the video has been handed over to Simmons, so what he should do now is another thing-check the execution record of Uncle 682.

To root out Uncle 682's statement, it had seen the white mist in Zhang Jue's dream, just during a execution experiment.

Because Uncle 682's execution records are so many, even in his own world, Zhang Jue could not read them all, and the progress of this world is different from the SCP he is familiar with.

So he decided to watch it again.

However, there are many experiments that make people break the three views, subverting Zhang Jue's perception of the foundation.

Only then did he know that the Foundation is not only a researcher with a rigorous attitude, but also a lot of brain damage.

In this world, there will always be some idiots who use their own existence to tell you that the place where you live is not heaven.

For example, this one.

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Item 1: An ordinary human child

Termination test record: When SCP-682 was introduced into the room, the child began to scream and cry. The subject was immediately eaten by SCP-682.

Note: Well, it doesn't seem to work. Maybe the cry of the child made 682 feel hostile-visiting researcher Dr. W.

Project 2: An ordinary human child uses drugs to suppress his excessive emotions

Termination test record: The child stood and smiled, giggling at SCP-682, showing no fear. SCP-682 ate the subject.

Note: Well... maybe we can try again. I promise that there will always be a child who can be friends with it like SCP-053—Guest Researcher Dr. W.

Project 3: Guest researcher Dr. W

Execution test record: The target screamed in fear and slammed the door of the testing facility, begging to let him out. Subject was eaten by SCP-682 3 minutes after entering.

Note: **** sadistic bastard. I have no sympathy for that bastard. Send the child to the monster? What the hell-Assistant Director █

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Zhang Jue turned off his computer and felt that he should relax.

Always seeing such records, it is difficult for him to remain calm.

So he found Simmons again.

After the absurd action with Zhang Jue that night, Simmons has returned to normal and no longer fights with himself.

After get off work, he still works diligently in the laboratory.

The door was not closed, Zhang Jue knocked symbolically twice, and then walked in.

Seeing that it was Zhang Jue, Simmons said, "Consultant Zhang, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "I'm just walking around in boredom. Do your experiment and ignore me."

Simmons nodded and continued to fiddle with his test tube.

Zhang Jue was rudely scurrying around in other people's laboratories.

Simmons, like Yang Xue, is a workaholic, and simply sleeps in the office too late, so many daily necessities are also placed on another table.

Zhang Jue saw a photo.

In the photo, Simmons hooked up with another black friend, which was very good.

This is not easy for Simmons, who has some minor social barriers.

Zhang Jue couldn't help but glanced a few more times, and then he felt that the black man was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But for a while, I couldn’t remember ~www.novelmt.com~ After Simons finished the experiment, he saw Zhang Jue staring at the photo in a daze, and he called out, "Consultant Zhang?"

Zhang Jue turned his head and pointed to the person in the photo: "This is your friend?"

Simmons nodded: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Jue frowned slightly: "I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"No, how could you have seen him?" Simmons laughed. "His name is Will Smith, a friend I met when I was studying in Meiguo. At that time, I rented with him together..."

Simmons began to recall his own past, but Zhang Jue could not hear the words behind him at all.

"You said, what is his name?"

Seeing Zhang Jue's expression strange, Simmons felt a little strange.

"His name is Smith." Simmons repeated, "Will Smith."