I’m In Charge of SCP

　　In the vast universe, the earth is just a small celestial body, insignificant, but humans have lived here for thousands of years.

　　Especially in the past few hundred years, science and technology have advanced by leaps and bounds, and human beings have stepped into space.

　　 But on the earth, there are always so many hidden corners that are not well known.

　　 Even the anomalous creature management bureau cannot locate it.

　　 A certain cafe without a signboard.

　　 A woman in a black dress and black high heels walked in from outside.

　　 The masked waiter bowed to greet him.

　　 The woman opened her handbag, took out a card and handed it to him.

　　 The waiter took it carefully, looked at the name on it, and became more respectful.

　　 "Miss Alison, please go here."

　　Alison followed behind the waiter, watching from side to side.

　　 Although the entrance of this cafe is in a busy city, it is very empty inside, with no guests.

　　 She guessed that there should be some kind of spatial anomaly here. Without this special invitation, it would probably be impossible to get in.

　　 She followed the waiter to the innermost private room.

　　 The lights in the private room are very dim, and there is a big round table in the center of the room.

　　 There are six chairs around the table.

　　Because the round table is very large, the distance between each chair is also very long.

　　 There is a person sitting on the main seat facing the door.

　　 By the light on top of the round table, Alison looked at him without a trace.

　　 Male, he should be oriental, his skin is sallow, he seems to be a little malnourished, and his hair is very long. The bangs cover the right half of his face, making it uncomfortable to look at.

　　The waiter brought her and left.

　　Humanity across the table: "Welcome to you, Miss Alison."

　　 His voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been smoked.

　　 And even though his words were mild, Alison could feel the slight chill radiating from his body.

　　 "Who are you?" Alison asked.

　　 Her invitation was obtained while studying in the library management.

　　 has her name and the address and time of this cafe.

　　 can put the invitation directly into the library management, and foresee when she will read the book, which in itself makes her very curious about the inviter.

　　 "You can call me ‘the painter’." The man laughed again, and pointed to the seat next to him, "No need to see, Miss Alison, please take a seat. There is still no one here yet."

　　 Painter, this should be a code name, just like the Black Queen.

　　 Alison looked at him, and walked to the round table after a while, but instead of sitting where he was pointing, he chose to sit down in a chair away from him.

　　 Alison didn't ask why the other party invited her, because he had already said, there are still people who haven't arrived, and when they are there, they will naturally say it.

　　 After she took her seat, the waiter served her a cup of coffee, but instead of drinking it, she chose to close her eyes and rest.

　　 Soon, the footsteps sounded again.

　　 Alison opened his eyes and she saw the waiter bring another person in.

　　 The man is not tall, probably only a little over a meter, and he is a dwarf.

　　 He is wearing a big red suit, a tall black hat on his head, and his eight-character Hu is slightly upturned, like a clown in a circus, a bit funny.

　　 Seeing him entering the door, the person code-named "painter" smiled slightly.

　　 "I am honored that you can come, Dr. Wondertainment, please sit here."

　　 The dwarf laughed very happily: "Boy, you are good, someone always mispronounces my name."

　　 Only then did Alison realize that Dr. Wondertainment turned out to be a dwarf.

　　Dr. Wondertainment, despite his ugly appearance, can definitely be called a famous name.

　　 He is committed to making all kinds of children's toys, but in fact he has produced a lot of dangerous things, and many unusual items are from his hands.

　　 Chaos Points|||The Breaker bought many weapons and equipment from him.

　　 Legend has it that he is inextricably linked with the Anderson factory where the Administration had started, but no one knows what the real situation is.

　　 Alison glanced at the painter. Dr. Wondertainment's whereabouts have always been unpredictable. If the other party can invite him, the background must be very difficult.

　　 Dr. Wondertainment also picked a place to sit down.

　　 Between the three people, every two people are separated by a chair.

　　 Dr. Wondertainment just took his seat, and the waiter brought another person in, who looked very strange as well.

　　 He is wearing a coarse linen. Although he has hands and feet like human beings, he has no hair, and his skin is white. You can even see blood vessels. He seems to have some kind of albinism.

　　 None of the people invited by this painter seems to be normal.

　　 "Mr. Metreville, how are your people?" the painter greeted.

　　 "They are all well."

　　 The albino patient named Metville looked around and chose to sit down between Dr. Wondertainment and Alison.

　　 The three people who came to the appointment unanimously chose to stay away from the painter.

　　 Alison knew it was no coincidence.

　　 Because she can feel the dangerous breath emanating from the other person, it makes people shudder.

　　 This kind of seating arrangement seems like the painter is facing the three of them.

　　 the momentum does not fall in the slightest.

　　The waiter served two more cups of coffee.

　　 But no one moved, no one even spoke.

　　 There are two more positions.

　　Alison is also waiting, wanting to see what kind of ghosts and snakes he has invited.

　　 But some time passed, the door has not been opened.

　　 The painter sighed.

　　 "It seems that Holden will not come, so let's start with the five of us."

　　 Bill Horton is the name of the leader of the Chaos Insurgency, Alison knows it.

　　 This painter is really amazing.

　　 But soon she was attracted by another point in the conversation.

Five people? Isn’t there only four people here?

　　 Alison looked around, but the next second he felt a chill in his back.

　　 She was surprised to find that there was a person sitting in the seat on the left of the painter.

　　 The light in the room was very dim, and only an incandescent lamp shone from the top of the huge round table.

　　The lighting area is very limited.

　　The man is wearing a black robe, and his facial features are hidden in the shadow, making it hard to see his appearance.

　　 When did he come? I didn't notice it!

　　 Alison suddenly narrowed his eyes.

　　 If he is the enemy, it is definitely very tricky.

　　 She looked around, and found that Dr. Wondertainment, the man named Maitwell, also showed a surprised expression.

　　Especially Doctor Wondertainment. The man was sitting next to him. He quacked and said, "Wow, my friend, when did you come!"

　　 The painter said: "Don't be surprised, this gentleman is the first to arrive. He always sits here, but you didn't notice him."

　　 There are a total of six chairs around the round table, why didn’t I notice anyone?

　　 Alison clearly remembered that when he came, there was no one except the chair made by the painter.

　　 Then there is only one explanation-the other party has a special ability that can make people ignore his existence.

　　 Alison frowned, because she felt that the breath emanating from this mysterious person seemed a bit familiar, she must have touched it somewhere.

　　 After the small episode, the artist put his hands on the table, his eyes burning, and scanned the other four people.

　　 He spoke slowly.

"Everyone here is someone who can play on the chessboard, but for various reasons, everyone has some inconvenient things to do. I invite you to come here today because I want to set up a new organization. This organization has no absolute leadership, no fixed goal, only one purpose, which is to help each other, advance and retreat together-how about it, everybody, are you interested in joining?"

　　 After speaking, he paused for a moment, waiting for the other four to respond.

　　Alison did not speak.

　　 She represents the library and the hand of the snake. It is impossible to trust anyone easily. Moreover, she has seen these people for the first time. Except for Dr. Wondertainment, she doesn't even know which power the remaining three belong to.

　　 A few people were silent for a moment, and the albino patient named Metwell took the lead to ask questions.

　　 "Mr. Painter, apart from knowing your code name, I don't know anything about you. How do I know if you can be trusted and whether these people are capable of being my companions."

　　 The painter laughed.

"Mr. Metreville, I did not report the coordinates of you and your people to the Anomalous Biological Administration. Isn't it enough to explain the problem? As for your strength, you can rest assured, I assure you that everyone here, Both can cause great trouble to the Anomalous Biological Administration—Mr. Metreville, the Night Son wants to regain the dominance of the earth, and the Administration is the hurdle you have to step through."

　　 Son of the Night.

　　 Hearing this word, Alison knew the identity of the man, and probably understood the painter's criteria for inviting these participants.

　　 must be a person who is capable and is hostile to the Anomalous Creatures Administration.

　　His purpose is ready to come out.

Alison pinned the tip of her hair behind her ear with her finger, and said, "Mr. Painter, you seem to be familiar with us, but we don’t know anything about you. We help each other, trust is the most basic, then Can you tell me who you are and who do you represent?"

　　 "Who do I represent..."

　　 After Alison finished speaking, the painter laughed, his laughter was very harsh, almost crazy.

　　 It took a long time before I stopped.

　　 He pulled away his long bangs, revealing the scar engraved with the three letters "MRW" on his right cheek.

"Miss Alison, have you seen children who were abandoned by their parents just after they were born? Have you seen disabled people who are laughed at because of their physical defects? Have you seen patients who can only live on drugs for a lifetime? You ask Who do I represent, now I tell you, I represent them, I represent...pain and misfortune!"

　　 The painter himself does not behave like a normal person. Alison thinks he is a bit like a clown in a certain movie.

　　 After he said these words, a faint sadness radiated from his body.

　　 Although he did not answer Alison's question directly, others no longer doubted his identity.

　　 This is a lunatic at all.

　　 The Anomalous Creatures Administration will not send such a person to routine them.

　　 Doctor Wondertainment laughed.

　　 "Boy, I like your character, as long as I can fill the world with my'toys', I can do anything."

　　Mettleville also said: "The Son of the Night wants to overthrow the rule of mankind and regain control of the earth. As long as this principle is not violated, my people are also happy to have some reliable companions."

　　The painter turned to Alison: "Miss Alison, how about you?"

　　 Alison looked at them, pondered for a moment, and shook his head.

　　 "This is too sudden, now I can't promise anything on behalf of the Serpent's Hand, I need to think about it."

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Finally, the painter looked at the mysterious man in a black robe.

　　 "This gentleman, how about you?"

　　 Among the few people present, apart from the painter, he was the most mysterious.

　　 And he seems to have an ability that can always make people ignore his existence.

　　 Only the painter was not influenced by him.

　　 But when I noticed him this time.

　　 Alison finally remembered where the familiar feeling came from.

　　 "It's you!" Alison said suddenly, "You wrote that book!"

　　 This endless sentence makes both Dr. Wondertainment and Mettleville look at it. What book? .

　　 The painter and the mysterious man were unmoved.

　　 After a while, the mysterious person hiding under the black robe suddenly heard a laugh: "Alison, you really didn't disappoint me."

　　 Then he turned to the painter: "I said earlier, she will find out."

　　 The painter said: "Try it and there is nothing to lose."

　　Listening to them, Alison didn't know that they were colluding at all.

　　 The painter has long known the identity of the mysterious man.

　　 It was he who wrote the book!

　　……

　　 If everyone’s memory is good enough, then you should be able to remember that in the deepest part of the sixth floor of site14, there is a chair in custody. Its number is 2950.

　　 After Zhang Jue came to this world, the first action of the Chaos Insurgency was to grab it, and even almost caused a nuclear explosion.

　　 We later learned that it is not actually a chair.

　　 Its characteristics are very simple. When most people who know it think what it is, it is what it is.

　　 When the Bureau contained it, it used to be a monster, so it really became a monster.

　　 Then why does the Authority think it is a monster.

　　 is because of a book, a book from ********.

　　 The above describes 2950 as something that can cause an XK-level event.

　　 This book not only deceived the Administration Bureau, but also deceived the snake's hand.

　　 Both sides have lost many excellent companions.

　　 Alison has always wanted to find out who wrote this book and avenge those dead companions, but he didn't expect to be far away in front of him.

　　 He even made a mocking sound, as if he didn't regard it as an important thing at all.

"I will kill you!"

　　 Alison let out a sweet chick.

　　 She took out a dagger from nowhere, and threw it at the mysterious man across the round table.

　　As the leader of the Serpent's Hand, Alison is very powerful.

　　 once beat Zhang Jue into a pig's head.

　　 In anger, she didn't keep her hands.

　　 The speed of the dagger is extremely fast, even faster than the speed of a bullet. It just broke away from her hand in the last second, and came to the mysterious person in the next second.

　　 With the power of this dagger, even if there is a steel plate in front, it can be pierced through.

　　 But the mysterious man was not a waiter, he waved his sleeve slightly, the dagger fell in the air, and flew towards Alison's chest at a faster speed.

　　 Alison's eyes widened, and he couldn't even make a defensive move.

　　 The strength gap between the two sides is too big.

　　 At the very moment, Alison was pulled by a huge force, and the dagger only slashed through her clothes.

　　 Alison glanced intently, and the waiter did not know when he came behind her.

　　 "Go!" the waiter shouted to her, and then opened the door first and rushed out.

　　 Alison glanced at the mysterious man, then at the painter, knowing that he was not their opponent, snorted, and left the house.

　　 rushed out of the cafe with the waiter, outside was a busy street.

　　 The waiter wore a mask and walked through the crowd, and Alison followed him.

　　 The waiter stopped when he walked to the center of a square.

　　 "Okay, it should be safe here." His voice was a little frivolous, but he could hear that he should be quite old.

　　 "Who are you? Why save me?" Alison looked at him puzzled.

　　 Hearing the words, the waiter laughed, he took off his mask, took out a hat and buttoned it on his head.

　　Alison saw that he had three eyes.

　　 "It's not a beautiful thing to see a woman die in front of my own eyes~www.novelmt.com~" He said with a smile, "Especially if the woman is the daughter of a colleague, so you can't die."

　　……

　　 in the cafe.

　　 The painter looked at the mysterious man and asked: "You won't kill her?"

　　 A deep voice came from under the black robe of the mysterious man: "It doesn't make sense. Originally, the snake's hand was not my first goal."

　　 The painter nodded, and then looked back at Dr. Wondertainment and Metreville: "I'm sorry, there was a small accident. What I just said is still valid."

　　 Those two are not good people, and are not interested in their grievances at all.

　　 Dr. Wondertainment said in his drake voice: "After talking for a long time, painter, what is your purpose?"

　　 The painter narrowed his eyes: "I want to kill a person, but he is now under the protection of the Anomalous Creatures Administration, so our goals can be temporarily unified."

　　 Metreville said: "It is not so easy to defeat the Abnormal Biological Administration." Otherwise, they would not linger in the dark for so long.

　　 "No, it's very easy." The painter said, "You have been frustrated many times before, just because you didn't find the right direction."

　　 Dr. Wondertainment pulled his moustache and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You can do it then?"

　　 "Of course." The painter sneered, "To defeat the Anomalous Creatures Administration, there is one of the simplest and most direct methods-that is, to expose it to the world!"

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