I’m In Charge of SCP

"Name."

　　 "Walker."

"age."

　　 "35."

"Home address."

　　 "221 Baker Street."

　　 "What the hell? Where do you live?"

　　 "Bei, 221 Baker Street..."

　　 In the small black room, familiar conversations are being staged.

　　 The only difference is that Zhang Jue is sitting in the position of the interrogator at this time, and behind him, there is no "confession, leniency, resistance, strictness".

　　 There are five chairs in front of Zhang Jue, and on each chair sits a person who is **** by the big five flowers. Without exception, they all wear hoods.

　　 Zhang Jue is like the villain in the anti-Japanese drama, interrogating the messenger of justice.

　　 At this time, he has taken off the headgear of the first interrogated person.

　　 "I suggest you change your address." Zhang Jue said to him very seriously, "This address is not suitable for you."

　　 The interrogator was stunned, and then nodded mechanically, not knowing why Zhang Jue said that.

　　 "Okay, let's get to the point." Zhang Jue took out a Colt pistol and played with it in his hand, "Tell me, why follow me."

　　 "Following you? No, I just—"

"boom!"

　　 A clean shot, right between the eyebrows.

　　 The interrogator's eyes widened. He didn't understand until he died, why Zhang Jue didn't even let him finish.

　　 Zhang Jue blew the gunpowder smoke and took off the mask of the second interrogated person.

　　 "Some unpleasant things happened just now, I am really sorry, I hope we can cooperate more happily." Zhang Jue's face was calm, as if it was not him who shot and killed people just now, "Name?"

　　 The second interrogator sneered: "You thought I would be afraid of you in this way—"

"boom!"

　　 is another shot.

　　 Before the second interrogator had time to say a complete sentence, he was shot and killed by Zhang Jue.

　　 wanted to pretend to be forceful in front of him, in the next life, Zhang Jue curled his lips.

　　After firing two shots, his face was a little helpless: "Does the doglegs have such a high level of awareness now? Why can't I meet such a good second and fifth boy."

　　 He spit out a few words, then opened the mask of the third person, repeating the lines just now.

　　 "You heard it too. Some unpleasant things happened just now. I hope we can cooperate happily."

　　 "Cooperate, cooperate, cooperate!" The third interrogator nodded hurriedly. It seemed that he didn't want to be someone else's ghost.

　　 "My name is Hendrick, I am thirty-two years old and live at No. 65 Golden Street. The reason why we follow you is because-"

"stop!"

　　 When he said this, Zhang Jue put the gun on his forehead.

"Forehead-"

　　 The third interrogated person was sweating coldly. He didn't know why Zhang Jue wanted to stop him.

　　 Zhang Jue snapped his fingers, and a staff member in SCP uniform came in from outside the door.

　　 He walked past the first two corpses, as if he hadn't seen anything.

　　 "Take it away." Zhang Jue pointed to the third person, "Make a transcript of what he said, and then show it to me."

　　 The staff member nodded and led the third person out of the interrogation room.

　　 The two people waiting to be interrogated knew what Zhang Jue wanted to do—he was preventing them from colluding.

　　 Recording confessions separately is more conducive to his judgment.

　　 "Okay." Zhang Jue took off the fourth person's mask, still repeating the lines just now, "You heard, some unpleasant things happened just now, I hope we can cooperate happily."

　　...

　　 Two hours later, Zhang Jue held three transcripts in his hand.

　　 The reasons why several people follow Zhang Jue are described above.

　　 Although the details are different, the main content is the same. Some people spend a lot of money to buy his daily activities.

　　 My grass? Can this make money? You use my portrait for profit, have you paid?

　　 Zhang Jue is a little unbelievable.

　　 The tree attracts the wind, this is being watched.

　　 Zhang Jue waved his hand and asked the staff member to take the three to the foundation headquarters for further investigation, while he himself studied in the mirror for a long time.

　　 Then he had to admit that he didn't seem to have anything to show off—except for being handsome.

　　 He thought about it, but felt something was wrong again.

　　 The problem was with the second interrogated person.

　　 If it's just for money, the other party doesn't need to be tough when it's life-threatening.

　　 And even if the two of them have already died, the last three continue to proceed according to the agreed terms. The Prisoner’s Dilemma has no effect on them, and it seems that they are very loyal to the organization.

　　 But this actually narrowed the scope of Zhang Jue.

　　 The organization he has offended the most so far is the Chaos Insurgency. Apart from them, no one else should be so concerned about him.

　　 As the saying goes, you are not afraid of the thief, but you are afraid of the thief.

　　 Zhang Jue has been missed.

　　 But he is not worried about these things.

　　 Soldiers come to block the water and cover the earth. His current strength is no longer the same as when he first crossed over. If the enemy thinks he is a soft persimmon, he will only be pierced in the end.

　　 What he didn't know was that an assassination against him had already begun.

　　 The Chaos Insurgency did not dare to confront the Foundation head-on, but using the power of an organization to deal with him alone was a sledgehammer.

　　...

After 　　 informed the headquarters that the three might be Chaos Insurgency, Zhang Jue booked a flight from Switzerland to CN and prepared to return.

　　 Yes, he is not going to stay here and wait for the results of the investigation, because it is useless.

　　 It's just a few little people, even if they are rebelled, they can't get any useful information.

　　 Before leaving, Zhang Jue came to the cemetery again and found the cemetery administrator who had received him.

　　 There was a bunch of flowers in front of Anna Lang's tombstone that day. They could not find the reason, but by accident they arrested those who followed him.

　　 He wants to know if there are any other clues.

　　 However, the receptionist looked at him suspiciously.

"Consultant Zhang, did you remember it wrong? Nothing like this happened." The receptionist looked confused. "Ms. Anna Long hasn't come to worship for a long time. There is only a bunch of flowers in front of her tombstone. "

　　What? ? ?

　　 Hearing what the receptionist said, Zhang Jue showed a black question mark face.

　　 Don’t be funny, okay, it was the anomaly you discovered first that day!

　　 The other party made an oath, and Zhang Jue didn't have much to say, so he could only ask him to look at the surveillance.

　　 After the surveillance video was played, Zhang Jue was indeed the only one who had worshipped Anna in the screen. In front of Anna's tombstone, there was only a bunch of flowers offered by him from beginning to end.

　　 This is completely different from the scene in his memory.

what happened?

　　 Zhang Jue pinched his chin.

　　 If he hadn't had the hallucinations, then there is only one possible explanation.

　　 Someone tampered with the memory of the receptionist and the content of the surveillance video, so that everyone can't remember what happened at that time.

　　In this case, you can put it in a simpler way—someone has distorted reality.