I’m In Charge of SCP

　　 At this point, Yang Wenbai paused for a moment, his voice trembling a little.

　　 Yang Xue was taken aback, never expected that this would be the result.

　　 For a researcher working in SCP, death, injury, or madness is possible.

　　 How could it become that there is no such person.

　　 Zhang Jue frowned slightly, and he could probably guess what type of project Yang Xue's father Yang Wensong was responsible for.

Yang Wenbai continued: "I reported your father's name, job title, ID number, and employee number, but according to the results of the staff there, there is no such person as Yang Wensong in the foundation's employee database. "

"I feel very funny. Your father is famous on site14. How could he not find his information? He is in charge of so many projects. How can there be no records? The people at the headquarters answered that those projects were all very early. It's inside site14, and the specific containment person is unknown."

　　 "After hanging up the phone, I immediately checked the database on the site and found that the project that was supposed to be your father was in charge of the project, the containment person column, it was indeed written Unknown."

　　 "I asked the people on the site and asked if they remembered your father. They all thought I was crazy, as if your father really didn't exist in this world."

　　 "I went home to find the photos I took with him, and found that as long as he existed, they disappeared."

　　 "I began to doubt myself. I thought I was affected by a certain project and had hallucinations."

　　 "But then I found out that it was not, because you, Xueer, you let me know, I'm not crazy."

　　 "You remember your father, too."

　　 Yang Wenbai leaned on the sofa, looking at Yang Xue's eyes, tears flickering.

　　 "Xue'er, so, for so many years, I have not let you mention your father to outsiders, let alone make you investigate."

　　 "Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will never return, and I'm afraid you will disappear into this world."

　　 "Even traces of existence are erased."

　　 Yang Wenbai finished speaking and slowly closed his eyes.

　　 The shock in Yang Xue's heart could not be compounded.

　　 She never knew that her uncle has always carried such a heavy burden.

Yang Wenbai sighed: "Xue'er, there are many things in this world that we cannot understand. I know that I cannot prevent you from investigating the truth of the matter, but you must always be careful because when you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at it. you."

　　Yang Wenbai knows Yang Xue very well. He knows that once he tells her the truth of the matter, she will definitely investigate, and will not stop even dying.

　　 But there is no other way around this. If it had been in the past, he might have buried this matter in his heart for a lifetime, but now, he decided to believe in Yang Xue.

　　 And Yang Xue is not alone, beside her, there is an "omnipotent" Zhang Jue.

　　 "Counselor Zhang." Yang Wenbai turned to him with a solemn expression.

"In terms of ability, you are better than me, maybe even better than my missing brother. I am not worried about this, but after all, I have lived longer than you in this world, and I have seen more people. In a word, it is the insights I have gained from working for the Foundation for so many years, and I want to give it to you."

　　 Yang Wenbai is about to be amnesticized, so every sentence is spoken from the bottom of my heart.

　　 Zhang Jue sat in a precarious position, clasped his fists and said, "Lao Yang, please speak."

Yang Wenbai said: "If you talk about lethality, an SCP item is enough to destroy the world, but if you talk about the degree of danger, sometimes it may not be as good as a child—compared to those seemingly scary anomalous items, people are the most scary."

　　 After listening to Yang Wenbai's words, Zhang Jue was silent.

　　 He has heard a lot of similar arguments.

　　 Whether it is the invisible monsters and ghosts, or the aliens with super high technology, when it comes to playing tricks, they are scumbags in front of mankind.

　　 The old man used his entire life to confirm this truth.

　　 Zhang Jue nodded to be taught.

　　...

　　 Three days later, Jiangzhou Airport.

　　 Zhang Jue and Yang Xue came to see Leshan off as friends.

　　 In the past few days when Leshan came to Jiangzhou, the few people got along pretty well.

　　 Especially during the school celebration, Leshan gave Zhang Jue a lot of face.

　　 Although Zhang Jue didn't say it, he kept it in his heart.

　　 In private words between him and Yang Xue: "This old boy, although a little bit awkward, he is still friendly."

　　Speaking of speaking, Zhang Jue is still brooding about the five million things.

　　 Leshan hugged his fists: "I have a chance to come to the headquarters, I invite you to dinner."

　　 Zhang Jue didn't even think about it, but immediately refused: "Don't, let's try not to go if we can."

　　 In his opinion, going to the headquarters of any organization is very dangerous.

　　 SCP Foundation headquarters, there is still no idea of ​​any monsters in it.

　　 Yang Xue glanced at Leshan, but stopped talking.

　　Who is Zhang Jue? She became a fine person, and she immediately saw that she had something to say, and she did not want to hear it.

　　 He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets: "I'm going to make a poop, you talk."

　　 "vulgar." Yang Xuebai gave him a glance, but Zhang Jue had already walked far away without looking back.

　　 Leshan saw the performance of the two of them and found it very interesting, and rarely joked: "Dr. Yang, are you afraid that Consultant Zhang will misunderstand?"

　　 Yang Xue said: "I don't care about him."

　　 After all, Leshan is not Zhang Jue. He is modest and polite. In his opinion, this level of joke is enough.

　　His face gradually became serious: "Dr. Yang, but for that question?"

　　 Yang Xue nodded gently.

　　 At the Jiangzhou University celebration ceremony, Leshan once promised her that if Zhang Jue completes the task, he will tell Yang Xue the truth that Zhang Jue is trusted by the Foundation.

　　 In the end, Zhang Jue lived up to expectations and successfully prevented the killing of the Hanged King.

　　 And Yang Xue can finally satisfy her curiosity.

　　 She finally had a chance to know why the Foundation trusted Zhang Jue so much and why it gave him such a high level.

　　 She believes that Leshan is not a person who can break his promise.

　　 Sure enough, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com Leshan nodded lightly, looked around and confirmed that everyone around him was more than ten meters away from them, before asking: "Dr. Yang, do you know SCP-990?"

　　...

　　 Item Number: SCP-990 (Dream Walker)

　　 Item level: Keter

　　 Description: SCP-990 is a man wearing a suit from the Cold War era, appearing in the dreams of Foundation personnel. So far, no personnel have encountered SCP-990 in reality, and there are no reports of SCP-990 appearing in the dreams of non-Foundation personnel.

SCP-990 has appeared in personnel’s dreams since [DATA EXPUNGED]. Several agents discovered the existence of SCP-990 when discussing that they had dreamed of similar characters. A large number of agents reported that their dreams were consistent with SCP-990. Characteristic.

　　Special Containment Procedures: No measures have been found to contain SCP-990. Any staff member should report to Dr. ██ if they have any suggestions regarding the containment of SCP-990. Any suggestions from anyone are welcome.

　　...

　　The appearance of SCP-990 is generally to predict bad things, or even disasters, to the SCP Foundation. Therefore, the Foundation encourages employees to talk with them and obtain information.

　　 Yang Xue, as a senior researcher, is of course aware of the existence of SCP-990.

　　 Reminiscing about Leshan's identity, Yang Xue immediately came up with a reasonable conjecture.

　　 "You mean, an O5 personnel dreamed of SCP-990, and he predicted something about Zhang Jue?"

　　 This seems to be the most likely scenario.

　　 Who knows Leshan shook his head.

　　 "As far as I know, it's not an O5," he said, "but all."