I’m In Charge of SCP

The chapter that I posted in the middle of the night was blocked this morning. God knows I really didn’t write anything too much. I don’t know how long this book can last. Maybe one day the whole book will be blocked for a hundred, but this matter Before it happens, I will try my best to finish the story, so when there is an update, everyone should go and read it as soon as possible. It is guaranteed that there will be a chapter missing.

　　Previous situation summary: Zhang Jue personally took Leshan to the headquarters and threatened twelve employees. Normal investigations are okay, but don't play tricks. Later, he met Ning Suiyu who was recuperating here in the downstairs of the headquarters. Looking at the special phone that Ling Wuyi gave them in their hands, Zhang Jue suddenly had a bold idea.

　　 But that was just a guess, he didn't tell Ning Suiyu.

　　 After the two separated, he picked up the phone and dialed the unique number.

　　 The phone is connected, but no one answers.

　　 In fact, after confirming the news of Ling Wuyi's death, Ning Suiyu also broadcasted this number, and no one responded.

　　 Ning Suiyu also tried to locate the mobile phone through the technology of the Administration, but because the mobile phone was specially made, it was very difficult and her body was inconvenient, so she finally gave up.

　　 However, Zhang Jue still doesn't believe in evil, so he edited a text message and sent it over.

　　The content of the text message is only one sentence: "I know you are not dead."

　　 At this moment, he has some thoughts in his mind, but the evidence is not enough to be sure.

　　 The reason for sending this text message is actually a bit more fraudulent.

　　 But it doesn't take much effort anyway. It's best to be able to flicker to the other party. If not, he thinks of other ways.

　　 Zhang Jue has been to the headquarters several times and is already familiar with it, so even if no one dares to receive him, he will not get lost.

After sending that text message, he took his mobile phone and wandered around the headquarters. It was clear that the ringtone and vibration had been set up, but every few seconds, he would light up the screen to take a look, like a first-time brother who just confessed, waiting nervously Responding to the other party's reply.

　　 The staff at the headquarters have been paying attention to his movements, and the administration building follows him in, but if he wants to forcibly break into the detention area, they must respond.

　　 Fortunately, Zhang Jue didn't make them embarrassed, but walked aimlessly, falling into contemplation from time to time.

　　 The night fell soon, and no one said to keep him here for a meal or something.

　　 Zhang Jue was also not ashamed to cheekily go to the cafeteria for a meal. He randomly found a motorcycle and drove all the way from the headquarters to the nearest city.

　　 In the twilight, all the lights on the street are on.

　　 Zhang Jue did not take anything out of the different space to eat.

　　 Instead, I chose a western restaurant and ordered a glass of red wine and a steak.

　　 He needs a place now to think quietly.

　　 He hasn't read the call anymore, more than four hours have passed since he sent a text message to the other party.

　　 If he really confessed to others, then he can basically declare a failure.

　　 But Zhang Jue did not give up.

　　Because of his feelings getting stronger and stronger.

　　 As Ning Suiyu said.

　　 As the leader of the entire administration, Ling Wuyi may die, but he will not die so easily.

　　 Just like other Ling Wu, she will definitely stay behind.

　　 I have to admit that the atmosphere in the western restaurant is indeed quieter.

　　 Accompanied by the melodious piano sound, Zhang Jue finished eating his steak and was about to ask the waiter for a glass of water, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

　　 "Morales?"

　　 Morales, who had just finished ordering at the next table, was taken aback for a moment, and then he also recognized Zhang Jue.

　　Josue Morales is the person responsible for receiving Zhang Jue when he first came to the headquarters of the Administration.

　　 At that time, the person on duty at the headquarters was Wu Wuwu. To make things difficult for him, Morales gave him all the help he could, and the two got along well.

　　 Zhang Jue always remembers those who have helped him very clearly.

　　 After the two sat together, Zhang Jue realized that Morales had just returned from a mission outside and was about to report to the headquarters.

　　 It’s just because it’s a bit late, so I have something to eat here first.

　　Too many things have happened to the Administration recently. Many people trained by the Administration as reserve cadres have been promoted and reused. Morales is one of them.

　　He is a very small number of people without party affiliation and does not belong to any zero-five.

　　 Therefore, the task is easier.

　　 Morales actually heard about Zhang Jue and Leshan going to the headquarters, but didn't expect to meet him here.

　　 "Morales, I heard that you have been promoted recently, how do you feel?"

　　 "Consultant Zhang, don't make fun of me. As you know, the administration is not peaceful during this period. It's better not to be promoted. It's fearful."

　　 "It still shows that you are capable."

　　 "Counselor Zhang won the award."

　　 The two of them talked with each other, and then talked about Morales's mission.

　　 With the death of the painter, the mysterious organization alliance fell apart.

　　 But there are still some remaining forces stubbornly resisting.

　　 Morales' mission is to bring a task force to quell the rebellion.

　　 "There were only a few dozen people on that small site. All of them died. The bodies have been transported back to the headquarters. They will be buried in the cemetery tomorrow."

　　 Speaking of this, Morales felt a little depressed.

　　 Colleagues who had joked together before, just like that, no one feels bad.

　　 Zhang Jue came out to hang out, but Morales had a task. He hurriedly finished the meal, then said goodbye to Zhang Jue and rushed to the headquarters to return.

　　 Zhang Jue was left alone, but a conversation with Morales inspired him.

　　 He immediately found his motorcycle and rushed to another location.

　　 It was eleven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Jue rode a motorcycle and ran for dozens of kilometers to the Anomalous Biological Administration Cemetery.

　　 This cemetery has been built since the administration set up its headquarters here, and it is being expanded every year.

　　 Recently, many colleagues have been buried here.

　　 includes Ling Wuyi who has just passed away.

　　 The night was dim, and the staff on duty at the door was taking a nap, and the sound of footsteps suddenly frightened him.

"Who?!"

"I."

　　 Zhang Jue’s voice came, and the staff member shone his flashlight on him. After a while, he recognized him and bowed to say hello.

　　 I can only say that Zhang Jue is already known to everyone in the administration.

　　 His face is his passport, he can go anywhere he wants.

　　 "Consultant Zhang, you come here so late, you want to—"

　　 "I'll just take a look." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "Go and do your job, don't fall asleep."

　　 The staff member immediately bowed his legs together and bowed: "Yes!"

　　 Zhang Jue is not here for the first time.

　　106 (Old Man of Horror 11) once asked him to send Dr. Anna Lang a bouquet of flowers.

　　 Because of this, he also got to know Karina and got the pocket-sized version of the Scranton reality anchor.

　　 This time, he did not stop in front of Anna Lang's tombstone, but went straight to the area that had just been expanded.

　　 The buried here are all colleagues who died in this incident.

　　Ling Wuyi is also here.

　　 He searched row by row, and found Ling Wuyi's tombstone in the corner of the third row.

　　As the person with the greatest authority in the administration, Lingwuyi’s tombstone is no different from others, and it is an ordinary system.

　　 If there is any difference, there is a huge tree behind her tombstone.

　　 There is a photo of Ling Wuyi posted on the tombstone. In the photo, she is holding the little girl, her face is gentle, but she doesn't smile.

　　 Below the photo is her name.

　　Sabrina (Sabrina).

　　 Below is a handwritten epitaph.

　　 "shedidn'tdie, and shewill neverdie." (She did not die and will never die).

　　 I don't know which Ling Wu's handwriting came from.

　　 coincides with Zhang Jue’s thoughts at this moment.

　　 Zhang Jue stood in front of the tombstone and looked at the epitaph for half an hour without moving.

　　 It was close to midnight, and the dim light in the distance stretched Zhang Jue's shadow.

　　 The surroundings are quiet and silent.

　　 After a while, Zhang Jue suddenly spoke.

　　 "I don't believe you are dead, so I am offended."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, the black long knife appeared in his hand.

　　 With a squeaky sound, the huge tombstone was split in half.

　　 The tombstone fell diagonally.

　　The reason why he came here was to dig up Lingwuyi's tomb.

　　 Although the headquarters has confirmed the death of Ling Wuyi through scientific means.

　　 But he didn't see her body in person, Zhang Jue just didn't believe it.

　　 Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue cleaned up everything on the tomb, leaving only the coffin lying inside.

　　Ling Wuyi has not been cremated. If she is really dead, then what Zhang Jue will see next will be a half-decayed headless female corpse.

　　 Zhang Jue stood in front of the coffin and said again: "Offended."

　　 Then he cut the cover of the coffin into pieces.

　　 He took a deep breath and looked inward under the faint light.

　　 As expected.

　　 is empty.

"what!"

　　 Ling Wuyi’s corpse was missing. This was a terrifying thing, but Zhang Jue couldn’t help laughing.

　　 at least proves that the direction he guessed is correct.

　　 But what is going on is still uncertain.

　　 Zhang Jue's eyes fell on the big tree behind.

　　 This tree is very strong. It is estimated that the cemetery was planted when it was built here. It is a few hundred years old.

　　 Zhang Jue put his hand on the tree trunk.

"Hello."

"Who are you?"

　　 "My name is Zhang Jue, and I am a human being."

　　"..."

　　 Yes, Zhang Jue is talking to this tree. This is the ability he gained from Cain.

　　 Since acquiring this ability, he has not used it in formal occasions. It is not that he has forgotten it, but that the general herbal plants have limited IQ and cannot communicate normally.

　　 Only this kind of towering tree that has lived for many years and is about to become refined can have memory and intelligence.

　　 Zhang Jue said: "Can you tell me what happened here? Why is the corpse in the tomb in front of you missing?"

　　 "I don't know if it was... after this tombstone was erected here... the next day, there were a few humans like you... moved it out of it..."

　　 Zhang Jue was a little disappointed.

　　At that moment, he thought that Ling Wuyi was resurrected by the corpse. It turned out that someone moved away.

　　 But the other party's techniques are quite sophisticated, and it seems that he often does this kind of sneaky activities, even he did not notice that the tomb had been dug up.

　　 So the question is, what is the use of the other party asking for Ling Wuyi's body?

　　 Zhang Jue pinched his chin, suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes lit up.

　　 He wanted to leave, and saw that he was messing up in front of him, so he took out the reality extractor and restored Ling Wuyi's tomb to its original state.

　　 This reality extractor was given to Yang Xue before it disappeared. When he came to the headquarters this time, Yang Xue was worried about his safety and gave it back to him. Unexpectedly, it came in handy here.

　　 After doing all this, he left the cemetery, ready to ride a motorcycle to the next destination.

　　 Before getting on the bus, he didn't forget to take a look at the mobile phone dedicated to Lingwuyi.

　　 Still no one on the phone returned his message.

　　 He thought about it and sent another one.

　　 "I know your secret."

　　 Regardless of whether the other party responded, he put on his helmet, kicked the accelerator to the end, and went all the way.

　　...

　　 There is a huge building about 80 kilometers south of the headquarters of the Administration. It is an orphanage dedicated to the Administration. Many children whose parents have lost their lives will be sent here.

　　The Authority will give them the best conditions to ensure their healthy growth.

　　 Of course, the trauma of the soul can only be counseled by some psychologists, and then expect them to recover on their own.

　　 Because of the recent turmoil, this place is also overcrowded.

　　 New children are sent over almost every day.

The expansion of 　　 is also being intensively planned.

　　 But because there are too many children, most of them can only squeeze two or three children on the same bed.

　　 But only one child is special.

　　 Her name is Lysa.

　　 Since the first day she came here, she has been assigned to a separate room.

　　 When she first came, all kinds of adults came to her for questioning almost every day. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 even hypnotized her.

　　 However, it probably didn't work. In recent times, this situation has been very rare.

　　 But she still lives in her private room, which makes people jealous.

　　 She is a bit introverted, she doesn't like to talk, and she never plays with others. Those older children can always see her holding a teddy bear and sitting alone in a daze.

　　 Everyone secretly calls her the ugly duckling, although she is not ugly.

　　 That night, the group of aunts who took care of them told a story to all the children, and then sent them back to sleep.

　　 Kalasha never fell asleep. She lay on the bed and looked out at the night sky from the window that was not too big.

　　 Suddenly, her eyes went dark, and a tall figure stood in front of the window.

　　 If I change to another child, I’m afraid he will call out immediately.

　　 But she didn't.

　　 didn't even change his posture.

　　 Instead, he closed his eyes directly.

　　 Breathing smoothly, as if he really fell asleep.

"Okay, don't pretend." A joking voice came from above. In the dark, Zhang Jue looked at the beautiful little face, "Should I call you Little Lysa, or should I call you Master Lingwuyi? "