I’m In Charge of SCP

The webmaster of 　　site17 is a kind-hearted old man named Hubbard. After he returned to the site, he immediately convened the staff for a meeting and expressed a warm welcome to Zhang Jue’s arrival.

　　 Now, all the employees knew his identity. Before the welcome party was over, he was surrounded by a lot of researchers.

　　 Like Cremont, they are both loyal fans of Zhang Jue.

　　 In the past six months, some of Zhang Jue’s achievements on site 14 have been printed and distributed by the Foundation and distributed to all sites.

　　 Therefore, although these people don't recognize Zhang Jue's appearance, they are familiar with the name of this Oriental.

　　 Their adoration of Zhang Jue is different from ordinary star chasers, which is a recognition of his ability.

　　 Working at the scp foundation, mastering more knowledge means more chances of surviving.

　　 The atmosphere was very warm for a while, and many employees scrambled to ask questions about their experiments.

　　 There were too many people at the scene. Zhang Jue couldn't answer their questions one by one. In the end, he could only promise everyone that he would stay here for a period of time until he helped them solve all the problems.

The welcome meeting ended in a burst of laughter. All the researchers were very excited. They knew that with consultant Zhang, many difficult experiments could continue. Even if the front is a dead end, he will definitely provide others. Ideas.

　　 "Consultant Zhang is really young and promising. When I was your age, I was just an ordinary researcher." Hubbard, the stationmaster, said with a smile, his face was wide and wide and he didn't know how many years he had lived.

　　 Zhang Jue rarely said modestly: "Boss, you have passed the prize. I dare not compare it with you."

　　 This time, Zhang Jue did not tell lies.

　　 Don't look at this old man with kind eyebrows and good-looking eyes, but as the webmaster of the site17 site, he can't do it without thinking about so many monsters and snakes in the site.

Harvey’s smiling tiger was a little afraid of him, and even Cremont’s privileged party was honest in front of him—not to mention them, even the four doctors had worked under the hands of this stationmaster. .

　　 Hubbard said: "I will send the joint application of your and Cremont names to the headquarters in a while. According to the general progress, it will take a few days. I will help you to urge them to make them as fast as possible."

　　 "Come on, then thank you, old man." Zhang Jue arched his hands in accordance with CN's etiquette, and then left the venue with Cremont.

　　 Hubbard returned to the office and sat in his seat with his eyes closed and rested. After a while, a seemingly ordinary researcher walked in. It was the one who made the most trouble just now.

　　 "Is there anything abnormal on the site these days when I'm away?" Hubbard didn't even open his eyes.

　　 In fact, he has already learned about some daily affairs from the secretary.

　　 What he asked at this moment was naturally beyond the grasp of ordinary people.

"Most projects are still the same, but 343 met with Consultant Zhang on the rooftop last night. They didn’t know what they said. Then they went to room 053 and woke up at 053. This morning, Consultant Zhang suggested Let 073 help him to visit 053, thinking that there should be an inevitable connection between these things."

　　 "I see." Hubbard didn't look at him from start to finish, and the researcher seemed to be used to it.

　　 Hubbard waved his hand, he left the office and continued to play his role.

　　 Hubbard opened his eyes, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, sighed, and remembered an Eastern word he had learned.

　　 "The rain is coming—"

　　……

　　 The headquarters' reply to the experiment will be tomorrow as soon as possible. Under Cremont’s proposal, Zhang Jue first found another key figure in the experiment-Cain.

　　 As mentioned in the previous article, Cain, who has been baptized for thousands of years, is very different from before. He has become helpful. As long as the foundation asks him, he will agree.

　　 When Zhang Jue arrived at Cain's containment chamber, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 This dark-faced young man is looking into the distance through the window in a daze.

　　Because 073 has always been loyal and friendly to the Foundation, the Foundation did not restrict his movements and even allowed him to go to the cafeteria to eat-of course, provided that his feet cannot touch the ground.

　　 "Hello, classmate Cain, so good."

　　 Zhang Jue's Da Ma Jindao, straddling Cain's side, patted Cain's shoulder dishonestly.

　　 Cain is not a joke, so he just smiled and didn't speak.

　　Cremont introduced: "This Zhang Jue is a consultant specially hired by the foundation."

　　 Cain glanced at Zhang Jue, nodded, and said, "Hello."

　　 His voice is very gentle, but a little stiff, like an AI that has just learned to speak.

　　 But Zhang Jue didn't mind, he was in a very good mood at the moment-he thought that like 343, he could not get any abilities in Cain, but the touch just now made him feel significantly different.

　　 This means that he has absorbed some of Cain's characteristics into his body, but he doesn't know what power it will transform into.

　　 But it doesn't matter, it was given for nothing~www.novelmt.com~ buddy, can you please do me a favor? "Zhang Jue said with a smile, "In return, I can also do you a favor." "

　　 Cain looked at Zhang Jue.

　　 For him, being asked for help is something that happens every day, and he has long been used to it.

　　 But others said that they would come to help him, this was the first time in the world.

　　 Not just him, even Cremont looked at Zhang Jue with a surprised look.

　　073 is not as omniscient and omnipotent as 343, but it is also very powerful. He is also curious about what Zhang Jue can help such a ‘person’.

Seeing surprise and a little suspicion in their eyes, Zhang Jue smiled: "Brother Cain, do you remember how long you haven't stepped on the dirt? Do you remember how long you haven't picked it off with your own hands? Is there a flower?"

　　 How long have you not stepped on the dirt?

　　 How long has it been since I picked a flower by myself?

　　 These two questions, even if Cain has an unforgettable memory, he can't remember how long they have been.

　　He is a man with a curse on his back.

　　 Any land he walked on would become barren with the death of the bacteria, making it impossible to support life. Anything made by a creature that grows in the soil will decay and disintegrate immediately upon his contact.

　　 These two curses have been with him for many years.

　　 He never had any illusions about it.

　　 But this person named Zhang Jue actually said that he could help him?

　　 Can I pick a flower by myself?

is it possible?

　　……

Seeing that Cain seemed to have understood his intentions, Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows and looked inexplicably lascivious: "Anyway, it doesn't cost money, isn't it? Come on, classmate Cain, wild flowers on the roadside , Don't pick it for nothing, don't pick it."