I’m In Charge of SCP

The weather is gloomy and a little dull, and the sandstorm is coming soon.

This kind of storm in the desert is very scary, if they are not in the site, it is very likely that they will not see the sun tomorrow.

The three returned to the main building.

But he didn't go straight up and look for it.

Because Zhang Jue has already suffered a loss.

The black shadow moved very fast, even Zhang Jue could barely keep up with it.

Even if they go all the way, it must have escaped long ago.

Anyway, they will stay in this building all night, and there is still a lot of time to play hide and seek with it.

The three returned to the room where the researcher was in a coma. Zhang Jue took out food and water from the alien space. The three ate something to replenish their energy.

It is estimated that this night, they will never have the opportunity to eat again.

Lori looked at the unconscious colleagues, then looked at Zhang Jue.

"Can't you wake them up?"

Zhang Jue threw away the chicken bones in his hand, squeezed his fingers, and didn't even look at her: "No."

"why?"

"You don't understand it."

"you--"

Seeing their tendency to quarrel again, Yang Xue explained: "Lolise, the reason why your colleagues fell into a coma is still unclear, and ordinary methods cannot wake them up."

"What about me?" Loris said, "How did you wake me up?"

"..."

Whether Loris was infected by 3125 is still uncertain, so there are some things that cannot be explained to her.

Zhang Jue said, "I'm sorry, no comment."

Seeing them, Lori was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I know you don't trust me, and I will prove my worth to you."

It seemed that Gray's death had a great influence on her. When they first came here, it was hard to imagine that Lorice would say such a thing.

Zhang Jue shrugged: "I hope you are not just a strong mouth."

...

After eating, the three rested for another half an hour.

This time, even Zhang Jue leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and resting.

He had been carrying SCP714 before, and he was very mentally burdened, so he had to adjust.

Once you start to act, there will be no more time to rest.

The time is eight o'clock.

The squally wind has begun to scream, and a huge storm will soon come.

The three of them locked the door of the main building and prepared to move.

The main building has a total of 32 floors, divided into Zone A and Zone B, with an elevator and a stairwell on each side.

Before the operation started, Zhang Jue jammed two elevators on the first floor.

They divided the soldiers into two groups, Yang Xue and Luo Lisi all the way, Zhang Jue all the way, looking up together from the two stairwells.

Before leaving, Zhang Jue handed Yang Xue a pistol and a whistle.

"Every time you check a room, turn on the light. Before going upstairs, blow the whistle and shoot when you encounter danger. I will rush over immediately. Also, be careful of Loris."

Zhang Jue's voice was not small, and he didn't deliberately lower his voice, as if he had deliberately said it to Loris.

Lori looked at him without speaking.

Yang Xue said, "You are also careful."

Zhang Jue laughed.

"Don't worry about me, I'm a special adviser to the Foundation. Those monsters have not had time to hide when they see me-secretly tell you that I'm invincible now, and it's not that easy to kill me."

Zhang Jue habitually sells himself to boast, but this time Yang Xue didn't roll his eyes.

She hummed, and then took Lorice to the stairwell on the other side.

Seeing them disappear around the corner, Zhang Jue shrugged, took out SCP714 again and put it in his hand.

The wind roared outside, and the sound became louder and louder.

The sand in the wind hit the glass, making a crackling sound.

Zhang Jue raised his head and looked at the ceiling, pressing the knuckles of his fingers.

"I see this time, where else can you go."

The first floor was searched by three people together, so Zhang Jue took a step forward and headed for the second floor.

According to the agreement, every time a room is explored, the light in the room is turned on.

Zhang Jue's body is strong and can already be immune to most physical damage, so his search speed is very fast.

In less than ten minutes, he completed the search of the A area on the second floor, and then waited at the entrance of the stairwell.

"Beep—"

The sound of the whistle came from the corridor, and Zhang Jue knew that Yang Xue and the others had also searched this floor.

He put his finger in his mouth, whistled in response, and then proceeded to the next level.

In doing so, it can be ensured that both parties will always search on the same floor. First, it can ensure that when one party encounters danger, the other party can quickly rush to the scene. Second, it is also afraid of being run away by the dark shadow.

The storm will stop in a few hours, and it is difficult for them to have the opportunity to trap it here again.

Three floors, four floors, five floors, six floors...they went all the way up.

If you look into this main building from the outside.

You can see that the lights on each floor are being lit in turn, as if you are playing some game.

A few hours passed, and the time came to the middle of the night.

At this time, Zhang Jue had already stepped onto the twenty-second floor, and the process was already halfway through.

During the period, they only rested for a few minutes and drank saliva.

The squally wind outside was still roaring, and it didn't mean to stop at all. It seemed that it would not stop until the next day.

To some extent, it is also a good thing, at least they can definitely explore this building.

The three of them are like fishermen, compressing the space where each other can move a little bit.

There are the last ten floors.

They can finish exploring in less than two hours.

However, the later, when the danger is approaching, you can't be careless.

Zhang Jue kicked open a locked door, but the inside was empty and there was nothing.

He has done this kind of action many times, and his feet are numb.

After exploring this floor, Zhang Jue, as usual, waited for Yang Xue and his whistle at the door of the stairwell.

However, this time, there was no sound coming from the far corridor.

Zhang Jue glanced at his watch. It was already half past one in the night.

He waited for a few minutes, but there was still no sound.

This time he could finally confirm that something went wrong on their side.

Why didn't Yang Xue shoot?

Before he could think so much, Zhang Jue trot all the way, rushing in the direction of Area B.

Fortunately, the tactics they developed were very reasonable. Zhang Jue skipped many lighted rooms all the way without even looking at it, saving a lot of time.

Waiting until the last corner, Zhang Jue slowed down and approached little by little.

Stopped at the door of the last room opened.

He held his breath and looked inside carefully.

I saw the two women looking at the things on the table attentively, each holding a book in their hands, and examining them carefully, they were completely in a state of ecstasy.

It seemed that the two of them were fine, they just found some clue and forgot to blow the whistle.

Zhang Jue breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the room.

"I said, what are you doing?"

He suddenly made a sound, and the two of them were startled.

Yang Xue instinctively drew out the gun, only to pat her chest when she saw him.

"Come and see."

Yang Xue pointed to the shelf behind her.

Zhang Jue looked up and found that there were all books on it.

"What's wrong? Is there anything special about these books?"

Yang Xue pointed to the bookshelf: "You take a closer look."

After Yang Xue reminded him, Zhang Jue looked at the books displayed inside again, only then realized Yang Xue's subtext.

There are many books in the bookshelf, both in Chinese and English.

There are not many Chinese in this site, and the decoration of this office is exquisite, and it must be a good job.

Then the identity of the office owner is ready to be revealed-it is most likely Yang Xue's father, Yang Wensong.

"This is your father's office?" Zhang Jue asked.

Yang Xue nodded: "At least he has been here for a while."

"Why do you know it is him, maybe there are other Chinese."

"No, I'm sure it is him." Yang Xue opened a book and turned to a page, with some comments on it.

She pointed to a certain word and said: "I know my father's handwriting, which is what he did when he wrote the tick."

Zhang Jue followed her fingers and saw that the stroke was indeed very recognizable, and Yang Xue had already been injected with an X-level memory enhancer, so she should remember correctly.

It seems that this is probably where Yang Wensong once worked.

This is a very valuable discovery.

After Yang Wensong came here, he has been committed to helping Director Heri to re-contain 3125. If he can see his work notes or some other information, he can judge the direction of their experiment.

Although they failed in the end, they can still be used as a reference, at least to know which method does not work.

Lori looked at the place where Yang Xue’s finger was, and said strangely: "Sister Yang Xue, what are you talking about? Why can't I see the handwriting you said?"

Zhang Jue glanced at her and probably guessed the reason.

He brought SCP714, and Yang Xue was able to see these words because of what Yang Wensong left behind on her.

And Loris and Gray have lived on this site for so long, turning a blind eye to these books, they must have been influenced by those antimemes.

If it weren't for Yang Xue to be here, she might not have even noticed these books.

Zhang Jue did not waste time explaining to her, but turned around and looked at the bookshelf.

They were all very professional books, and he couldn't understand them in English, so he just picked basic Chinese books and read them.

The books are very miscellaneous, both new and old.

Some books have some creases and comments every few pages. It is obvious that Yang Wensong has put a lot of thought on them.

Zhang Jue is preparing to collect the books he often reads to see if there is anything in common.

"It's all here." Yang Xue pointed to the book on her own side and said, "Father read mostly spiritual-related books."

What Zhang Jue could think of, Yang Xue had already thought of it. Her thoughts could already keep up with Zhang Jue's thoughts, and she was even more careful than that.

Zhang Jue nodded, he flipped through a few books and found that it was so.

"Spirit books?"

He squeezed his chin. At present, he can only determine the direction of Yang Wensong's research, but there is still no practical way to contain 3125.

Zhang Jue said: "Look through all these books to see if there are any valuable discoveries."

Yang Wensong is a very strict person.

He has a very good habit of reading books, that is, comments.

He will write his thoughts on the margins and front pages of books that are useful to him. The handwriting is very neat.

Luo Lisi couldn't see these words, so Zhang Jue and Yang Xue worked together, one reading Chinese books and the other reading English books.

There were not many books, and the two worked closely together, and soon found valuable clues.

"Look!" Yang Xue pointed to a certain page in her hand, looking excited.

Zhang Jue looked intently and saw a string of words written in Chinese on a gap beside a certain page of the book in Yang Xue's hand.

"As for how to deal with'it', I thought of a possible way, but the place here is too small for me to write. In addition, this method is quite dangerous and uncertain, and I may need to experiment by myself. "

? ? ?

When Zhang Jue saw this passage, the veins on his head slowly bulged.

What the he|mom is this?

Yang Wensong's theorem?

Is Yang Wensong a hidden joke for such an important thing? !

Zhang Jue inspected it carefully and found that the book should be a pirated copy. The printing was rough, and the left and right were narrow when typeset. It was really hard to write anything.

He hated it so much that the roots of his teeth tickled.

Squeeze a word from your mouth.

"Go back and remember to remind me to ask Huang Xingwen to improve the treatment of the staff on the site, even if he can't even buy the original books, how **** delay is this!"

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth for a while before returning to the content of the book itself, but his English was so bad that he could not understand such professional books.

He returned the book to Xue Yang: "Dr. Yang Da, you translate for the translator, what is said in these pages."

Yang Wensong saw this and wrote the commentary, which should have been inspired by something.

Yang Xue nodded, opened the book, and quickly scanned it.

After a few minutes, Yang Xue closed the book and frowned slightly.

"This chapter is about how the brain nerves of a patient will be different from normal people after suffering from schizophrenia."

"Aha?" Zhang Jue looked at Yang Xue with strange eyes~www.novelmt.com~ The two have been together for so long, Yang Xue still doesn't know what is thinking in his head.

She sighed and said helplessly: "At least in the memory of my uncle and I, my father is a normal person and has never had a history of schizophrenia."

"Oh, that's good, that's good. I heard in some folk sciences that it may be inherited. You have to be careful — don't beat people, I am kind — well, since your father is not mentally ill, You are not mentally ill, so we can guess, why did he write this sentence here?"

When it comes to business matters, Yang Xue didn't have the intention of quarreling with him, and focused on thinking.

But Yang Wensong is so knowledgeable, even as her daughter, Yang Xue can hardly imagine why his father wrote this passage here.

"Ah, I get it!"

Zhang Jue snapped his fingers suddenly.

"Do you see this possibility? If you want to defeat 3125, you must first suffer from schizophrenia!"