I’m In Charge of SCP

Huang Xingwen pulled Zhang Jue, and the two came to the terrace.

The other employees watched the two big men leave alone, but they didn't follow them wittily.

Zhang Jue looked at Huang Xingwen, a little strange.

It stands to reason that with Huang Xingwen's ability, it is almost impossible to get promoted. If Yang Wenbai hadn't taken the blame and resigned, he might not have even become a webmaster.

Huang Xingwen himself knows himself well, so he has always adopted a decentralization policy.

There are him, Yang Xue, and Simmons in the site. Huang Xingwen only needs to follow the steps and guard the three-acre site of site14.

Not aggressive enough, but Shoucheng should be more than enough.

But looking at his appearance, he should have encountered some problems this time.

Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder: "Lao Huang, everyone is so familiar, what the **** is going on, let's talk about it."

Huang Xingwen looked at Zhang Jue: "Counselor Zhang, do you know the broken **** cult?"

Cult of the Broken God?

Zhang Jue was stunned. As long as he has read SCP documents, he will not be unfamiliar with this church.

The Church of the Broken God is an abnormal religious organization. They worship machines and believe that life or flesh and blood is inherently evil.

They believe in the "Broken God" and believe that by restoring the "God" to a complete state, they will also gain divinity at the same time.

Simply put, it is a group of lunatics who admire metal and worship machinery.

The God of Broken is called this name, probably because he is really "broken".

He sealed the "God of Flesh" Adabas with his body.

The stories about these two supreme gods are enough to write another novel.

However, as far as Zhang Jue knows, in this world, the believers of the Church of the Broken God, under the attack of the Foundation and the GOC (Global Occult Coalition), can only survive on a small overseas island, not far from Jianghai City. There are also hundreds of thousands of miles.

He asked: "Old Huang, what's wrong with the Church of the Broken God? Can you finish it all at once."

Seeing that Zhang Jue really knew about this organization, Huang Xingwen sighed.

"Since Consultant Zhang, you know this church, you should know that its church members have been trying to resurrect the broken god, and the most important thing for resurrecting the broken **** is to get its'body' together."

What Huang Xingwen said, Zhang Jue is indeed very clear.

After the broken **** was broken, he was in a weak state.

The SCP Foundation contained many of its parts, that is, its "body".

Things like SCP-217, SCP-1139, SCP-882, etc. should all be part of its body.

Huang Xingwen continued: "In order to prevent the restoration of the broken gods, the foundation keeps its bodies in different sites, and replaces them every five years. This year, it will be our site. You went to Meiguo before. At that time, the headquarters secretly sent one of the projects here."

Seeing Huang Xingwen's panic, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Why, Lao Huang, are you afraid of those fanatical believers coming to grab it?"

"Exactly." Huang Xingwen nodded.

"It's not that I said, Lao Huang, you are too courageous." Zhang Jue said, "There are very few believers of Broken God in CN. Besides, these projects have been preserved on other sites for so many years. How do you know those lunatics? Will come to grab this from you?"

Huang Xingwen shook his head: "I didn't believe it in the first place, but some strange things have happened recently, and I always think it is related to this."

"Strange thing?" Zhang Jue frowned slightly.

"Yes." Huang Xingwen nodded, "You'll know when Consultant Zhang goes to see it."

...

The next day, Huang Xingwen took Zhang Jue to a laboratory.

Before entering the laboratory, Huang Xingwen and another staff member put on a thick protective suit.

"Consultant Zhang, you can put it on too." Huang Xingwen said, "Be prepared for it."

"no need."

Zhang Jue shook his head. His current body is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. If something can infect him, then even wearing protective clothing is useless.

Zhang Jue saw that the worker sprayed some special liquid into the room through the machine again.

Wait for the fog to fill the air before opening the door.

Seeing them so cautious, Zhang Jue couldn't help but be a little curious about what was in it.

The three came to the laboratory.

The worker carefully took out a plate-sized petri dish from the freezer.

The petri dish is covered with a hemispherical glass, and a specimen is stored in it.

Zhang Jue glanced at it as if he was a spider.

The staff carefully brought the vessel to Zhang Jue.

Seeing them so solemnly, there must be something special about this spider.

Zhang Jue bends down and observes carefully with a magnifying glass in his hand.

Sure enough, he found an abnormality.

That spider the size of a fingernail, its legs turned out to be mechanical.

The eight legs, each of the joints of the legs, is actually linked by gears.

Huang Xingwen waved to the researcher, the researcher nodded, and then took Zhang Jue to the refrigerating room next to him.

He pulled out a drawer, in which was lying the dead body of a dog.

The dog's limbs have also become mechanical, and even the eyes have been replaced with cameras.

Zhang Jue made an ok gesture to Huang Xingwen, and the three of them exited the laboratory.

After Huang Xingwen and the researcher took off their clothes, Zhang Jue asked, "It's SCP-217, right?"

The researcher shook his head: "It's not certain for the time being, but judging from performance, it should be."

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin and thought.

At this time he finally knew why Huang Xingwen was so worried.

SCP-217 is a mechanized virus that can infect all animals and is 100% lethal.

It can be transmitted through physical contact or touching bodily fluids. The body structure of the infected organism will be gradually transformed into a mechanical structure, and the transformation process is extremely painful.

This kind of virus is very cruel and dangerous. The only people who can master it are the believers of the Church of the Broken God.

The presence of SCP-217's infection here means that the church members of the Church of the Broken God must be nearby.

As for their purpose-if they weren't attracted by the great rivers and mountains of CN and came to travel, then they must have coveted the item in the site.

Huang Xingwen's worry is not unreasonable.

Zhang Jue thought for a while and asked the researcher: "Where did you find these things?"

"It's in a small village a few kilometers away from the site."

"Okay." Zhang Jue nodded, "When we are free, let's go over and have a look."

...

The researcher who set out with Zhang Jue is named Li Sicheng, and he is currently studying for a PhD in biology.

Zhang Jue has seen him and is one of Yang Xue's right-hand men.

When this happened, it was originally more suitable for Yang Xue to go forward, but by coincidence, Yang Xue was detained by the headquarters, and Huang Xingwen was forced to promote him.

According to Li Sicheng, the process of discovering the dog was actually very simple.

A colleague went to collect insect specimens in the mountains, and found the dog's body accidentally, with some other carrion-eating insects scattered around.

They judged based on the dog's footprints that they should have come from the small village on the top of the mountain.

Li Sicheng said: "The site has reported to the headquarters about this matter, but the headquarters side seems to be a bit busy, and there is no constructive reply yet. He just said that the site side will handle it by itself, which is really impossible, and then ask the headquarters for help. "

Zhang Jue nodded.

The headquarters did seem to be overwhelmed by something recently, Yang Xue was detained, and there was no news from Leshan for a long time.

The two walked all the way up the hillside, and when they reached the top, Zhang Jue saw the village that Li Sicheng said.

It was called a village, but Zhang Jue counted only a dozen households, and most of the houses were in dilapidated condition. At first glance, it is the old village of many years ago.

This kind of village has inconvenient transportation and inconvenience to go to school and work. It is estimated that even if there are people, all of them are left-behind old people.

Only they are unwilling to move.

Walking to the entrance of the village, Zhang Jue saw a brand new food packaging bag on the ground. There was not much dust on it. It seemed to be discarded recently.

Zhang Jue picked it up and looked at it and found that it was written in English.

And they also found a lot of fresh footprints on the ground, probably left after the rain a few days ago. They are all footprints of hiking boots, and it seems that many people have come.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

"You stay here, I'll go up and take a look." He said to Li Sicheng.

"This—" Li Sicheng hesitated a little, as if letting Zhang Jue take risks alone was a bit unnatural.

Zhang Jue is already the deputy webmaster of Site14, an A-level personnel. According to the requirements of the Foundation, he should not directly come into contact with those dangerous projects.

But Zhang Jue is a bit special. His so-called rank can only be regarded as a recognition of him by the Foundation. Whether it is power or obligation, it is very different from other people of the same rank.

"What this ah that." Zhang Jue slapped Li Sicheng on the back of the head. "The people and animals in this village are likely to be infected by the virus. You don't bring protective clothing. You and me go in together, be careful I don’t even know how to die."

Li Sicheng knew this was the reason, and he asked, "What about you, that consultant?"

"I don't have to worry about you." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I am possessed by a fairy. Since I was young, I have never caught a cold. Hey, it's really a pity-I can't even ask for sick leave."

...

Walking into the village alone, Zhang Jue put away his joking thoughts.

There is only one road in the village, and houses are built on both sides of the road.

The height difference between the houses is also very large, and the last house has almost reached the top of the mountain.

Zhang Jue went all the way up the stone steps.

Sure enough, as he expected, most of the houses in the village were vacant, and only a few were still hanging clothes outside, probably people living.

Zhang Jue picked one and walked into the courtyard.

An old man is lying on a bamboo chair basking in the sun.

"Old man, how are you—"

Zhang Jue said with a smile.

"What?"

The old man looked at Zhang Jue with confused eyes, wondering whether it was a bad ear or a bad brain.

"Old man, I said, how are you—"

Zhang Jue amplified the volume.

But the old man still looked confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"I said-I want to give you 100 yuan." Zhang Jue almost roared out.

"Oh, well, get it."

The old man stretched out his hand decisively, his speech was clear, his eyes were shrewd, and there was a bit of dementia.

Damn, it's not good to go to a teacher, I was deceived by a hundred yuan in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jue took out one hundred from his wallet and put it in the hands of the old man, his heart dripping with blood.

"Old man, money can't be taken for nothing, let me ask you something."

"Ask it."

The old man looked at the money at the sun, then rubbed it casually, and finally tucked it into his belt, feeling very good.

Zhang Jue pointed to the clothes rail at the door: "Who gave you that dress?"

Of course, Zhang Jue didn’t just find a house and went in. He found that on the clothes rail at the door, there was a piece of clothing that was obviously different from other styles, and it also had a few English letters written on it that Zhang Jue couldn’t understand. It is estimated to be a foreign brand.

Seeing this kind of clothes here is like seeing pasta in Shaxian snacks.

"You said that, a bunch of yellow hairs came a month ago, and they broke one of my clothes. They lost it."

"Oh, it turned out to be so, are they still in the village now?"

The old man looked at Zhang Jue, and returned to that confused expression: "What did you say?"

Yes, Zhang Jue sighed. It seemed that this old guy had a disease of pretending to be stupid without seeing the money.

He took out another hundred yuan and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "Old man, are they still in the village now?"

The old man looked left and right with the money, smiling cheerfully: "Leave early."

"Then what are they doing?"

It's another hundred yuan.

"Then I don't know, ask the village chief to go!"

After successfully being scammed for four hundred yuan, Zhang Jue walked along the steps to the house on the top of the mountain with tears in his eyes.

If I knew it, I went straight up. What a clever thing!

Zhang Jue walked for ten minutes before he came to the house of the so-called village chief.

There was an old man in the yard who was younger than the one just now. He seemed to be only 60 or 70 years old. When Zhang Jue came, he was feeding chickens in the yard.

"Excuse me, are you the head of this village?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Yeah, who are you looking for?"

"Ah~www.novelmt.com~Hello, I’m from the Jianghai Public Security Bureau." Zhang Jue took out a certificate and shook it in front of the village chief. "Our bureau is investigating a case recently. There are several suspects from foreign countries. I would like to find out if they have been to our village."

"No." Without thinking about it, the village chief said directly: "This village is almost deserted, and I don't want to come back. There are no foreigners."

"Really not?" Zhang Jue stared at the village chief's eyes, and then shook his ID in front of him. "Old village chief, I know that people are getting older and have a bad memory. I remind you, these people But international felons, if you don’t know it, and if you don’t report it, that’s a felony. When the time comes, the government will directly blow up the village and you will be a criminal!"

Zhang Jue saw that the old man didn't understand the Fa, how exaggerated how to say it.

The old man was indeed a little panicked, his eyes flickered, but he still refused to admit it.

"No-just no!"

"Okay, it's okay if you don't say it, but let's say the ugly thing ahead. If I find any clues, don't blame me for being rude." Zhang Jue looked around in the yard and pointed to an empty doghouse. "Sir, can you tell me where your dog has gone?"