I’m In Charge of SCP

Name.

Zhang Jue. (jué)

age.

26.

Home address.

No. 28, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City.

I'll say it again, there is no place like Jianghai City here.

Sir, I've said it many times, I've lost my memory, I only remember these things, and I've forgotten everything else.

In the interrogation room, Zhang Jue sat recliningly on a chair with handcuffs on, with vacant eyes, as if waiting to die.

Apparently, this isn't the first time a conversation of this kind has taken place.

Boy, I advise you to correct your attitude and answer the questions carefully. The interrogator patted the table and pointed to the eight characters behind him who confessed to be lenient and resisted to be strict. See where this is! Do you want to go to jail?

Zhang Jue still looked like he was going to die, and he didn't change at all because of the other party's threat.

I don't know where this is. He lazily said, But I know, you are not a police|police, and this is not a police|police station.

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, the interrogator's face changed slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Let's put it this way. Zhang Jue said, I have entered the police station more times than you have peeked at your mother taking a bath. I can smell the police even with my eyes closed, but you— He stretched out She pointed out her index finger and shook it, No.

The interrogator sat up straight: Boy, don't play tricks, if you don't cooperate, you will only suffer.

Zhang Jue smiled: If you want me to cooperate, it's fine. Change to a higher-level person to talk to me. You are not qualified enough. Go home and play the game console.

The interrogator slapped the table, intending to step forward to teach Zhang Jue a lesson, but then a voice came from his earphones, he stopped and replied in a low voice: Okay, okay, I understand.

The interrogator gave Zhang Jue a hard look, opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room.

Zhang Jue watched the interrogator walk out of the room and shrugged.

The reason why he was locked up in this place was not because he was kidnapped, but because he was in trouble—to be precise, he crossed over.

Speaking of it, it was probably because he had a dream. In the dream, he was chased and killed by a large black lizard, and escaped by chance. After waking up, he came here.

He was brought into the world of SCPs.

SCP, the full name of the SCP Foundation, is a mysterious organization whose operation is not subject to the interference of any state regime. Its goal is to contain abnormal phenomena, events, individuals, etc. in the world, and they are collectively referred to as contained objects, that is, SCPs.

The black lizard that chased him down was one of the SCP's containment objects, the so-called Undead Lizard SCP-682.

In fact, none of the things contained by the scp foundation are easy to mess with. If some things are released, they will even cause world-class disasters.

For example, a shy person who will kill you desperately if you see it, or a statue that will teleport behind you and break your neck if you don't look at it;

For example, those supreme divinities who are sealed, such as those reality benders whose wishes come true, and those memetic anomalies who die when they touch them, or even die when they know them.

As far as he knows, there have been at least two instances where the SCP Foundation restarted the world because it couldn't handle the contents.

Compared with them, Undead Lizard 682, who can't be killed physically, is as friendly as a kitten.

He came through time travel out of thin air, and his identity is suspicious, so the SCP Foundation is conducting a comprehensive investigation and evaluation of him.

After the interrogator left, a tall man in a white coat walked in. He was tall and muscular, and he could be seen as a man who had been exercising all year round.

His clothes were obviously different from those of the previous interrogators, and he seemed to be a researcher.

Hey, I changed to a fitness trainer this time. Zhang Jue continued to talk trash, Aren't there any normal people here?

The researcher went to the back of the table and sat down: You can call me Dr. Li, I want to remind you, put away your tricks, it doesn't work for me, I know you have broken free from the handcuffs, so don't try to provoke me, and then sneak attack I.

Oh? Really, you gay guy who loves to work out.

you--

Dr. Li was overwhelmed by his trash talk, his chest heaved violently, and it took a while for him to return to normal.

Zhang Jue shrugged and threw the handcuffs on the ground casually. As early as the beginning of the interrogation, he had already used the thumb dislocation method to break free from the handcuffs.

As the other party said, he originally wanted to sneak attack an interrogator, or a higher-ranking officer, as a bargaining chip for subsequent negotiations.

He knows very well that if this is really the SCP world, given his current situation, it is impossible for him to be released, and he may even be kept as a containment object. He must find a way to leave.

In the past few days of being interrogated, he has already made a series of plans, even if the sneak attack is not successful, he still has.

Dr. Li didn't know what he was thinking, and snorted, You should be glad that I didn't let that interrogator approach you. If you hurt him, we wouldn't be talking in this situation.

Understood, I understand. Zhang Jue nodded, It's nothing more than being pointed at the head by dozens of MTF (Mobile Task Force, SCP Foundation privately armed) members.

Dr. Li frowned slightly: Do you know MTF?

Seeing that he was caught, Zhang Jue smiled and said, Not only do I know MTF, I also know that you belong to the SCP Foundation, and this is a containment site.

This time, Dr. Li finally made a move.

He put his hands on the table and stared at Zhang Jue.

Boy, you have a problem. He said slowly.

Dr. Li's reaction was just as Zhang Jue expected.

Ordinary people have no idea what MTF is, let alone the SCP Foundation.

Zhang Jue said again: The lizard chasing me must be 682.

Dr. Li didn't answer his words, but turned his head sideways and asked, What else do you know?

I know a lot, besides 682, I can at least name dozens of scp items and their characteristics, such as statues that can break other people's necks, bottomless stairwells, coffee machines that dispense any beverages, Women who can’t wear clothes, etc.” Zhang Jue smiled slightly, “But I can’t talk to you, because your level is not low, I only revealed a little bit to you, as I said, if you want to get more from me For the information, you have to find someone with a higher level.

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, Dr. Li shuddered slightly.

Some of these projects he has heard of, and some he doesn't even know.

But he can confirm that Zhang Jue definitely didn't just make up these things.

However, Dr. Li did not show any abnormality. He sneered and said, You seem to have made a mistake. Here, you are not qualified to negotiate terms at all.

Whether I am qualified to negotiate conditions is not up to you. Zhang Jue looked up and smiled at the camera in the corner of the wall, I'm right.

...

A middle-aged man in a black windbreaker walked into the interrogation room, and Dr. Li quickly got up to give him his seat.

I am the deputy station master of this site, Huang Xingwen.

He looked at Zhang Jue with sharp eyes, like a falcon.

I want to remind you that you only have one chance. If you can't provide me with effective information, then what you will face is—

I know. Zhang Jue waved his hand and interrupted him, The foundation has the right to investigate, interrogate, research, imprison, contain, and use various levels of amnestics according to the situation and then release people of unknown origin. , sent to prison, or consumed as D-class personnel.

Zhang Jue's speech was fast, as if he was reciting his mouth, and he was obviously quite familiar with the way the Foundation handled it.

Huang Xingwen narrowed his eyes: It seems that you know a lot about the Foundation.

As I said, I know far more than you think.

It's best like this. Huang Xingwen said, But I still want to emphasize that if you can't prove your worth, the foundation will adopt Dr. Li's suggestion to slice you up and make a specimen.