I’m In Charge of SCP

In the vast universe, the earth is just a small celestial body, insignificant, but humans have lived here for tens of thousands of years.

Especially in the past few hundred years, science and technology have advanced by leaps and bounds, and human beings have stepped into space.

But on the earth, there are always some hidden corners that are not known to people.

Even the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures couldn't locate it.

A cafe with no signboard.

A woman in a black dress and black high heels walked in from outside.

Masked waiters bowed to greet them.

The woman opened the handbag she was carrying, took out a card and handed it to him.

The waiter took it carefully, looked at the name on it, and became more respectful.

Miss Alison, this way please.

Alison looked around while following the waiter.

Although the entrance of this coffee shop is located in a busy city, the inside is very empty, without a single customer.

She guessed that there should be some kind of spatial anomaly here. Without this special invitation, it probably wouldn't be possible to get in.

She followed the waiter to the innermost private room.

The light in the private room was very dim, and there was a large round table in the center of the room.

There are six chairs around the table.

Because the round table is large, the distance between each chair is also long.

There is a person sitting on the main seat facing the door.

Alison watched him nonchalantly by the light on top of the round table.

The male looks like an oriental person, with sallow skin, he seems a bit malnourished, his hair is very long, and his bangs cover the entire right half of his face, which makes people look uncomfortable.

The waiter brought her and left.

The person across the table said: Welcome, Miss Alison.

His voice was a little hoarse, like smoked.

And although his tone was gentle, Alison could feel the slightest chill emanating from his body.

Who are you? Alison asked.

Her invitation came when she was studying in the librarian.

It has her name and the address and time of the cafe on it.

Being able to put the invitation directly into the library management, and predict when she will read that book, in itself made her a huge curiosity about the inviter.

You can call me 'painter'. The man laughed again, pointing to the seat next to him, Don't look out, Ms. Alison, please sit down, there are still people not here.

Painter, that should be a code name, like the Black Queen.

Alison looked at him, walked towards the round table after a while, but didn't sit in the seat he pointed to, but chose to sit down on a chair separated from him.

Alison didn't ask why the other party invited her, because he had already said, and there were still people who didn't come, and they would naturally say it when they were all here.

After she sat down, the waiter brought her a cup of coffee, but she didn't drink it, but chose to close her eyes and meditate.

Soon, footsteps sounded again.

Alison opened her eyes, and she saw the waiter bring in another person.

The man was not tall, only a little over one meter, and he was a dwarf.

He was wearing a bright red suit, a tall black hat on his head, and a slightly upturned mustache, like a clown in a circus, a bit funny.

Seeing him enter the door, the person code-named Painter smiled slightly.

I'm honored to have you here, Dr. Wondertainment, please sit here.

The dwarf laughed very happily: Boy, you are not bad, someone always mispronounces my name.

Only then did Alison know,

It turned out that Dr. Wondertainment turned out to be a dwarf.

Although Dr. Wondertainment is not good in appearance, he can definitely be called famous.

He devoted himself to making all kinds of children's toys, but actually came up with a lot of dangerous things, and many anomalous projects were made by him.

Chaos Divider|||Splitter has bought many weapons and equipment from him.

Legend has it that he is inextricably linked to the Anderson factory where the Authority originated, but no one knows what the real situation is.

Alison glanced at the painter, Dr. Wondertainment's whereabouts have always been mysterious, and the other party's ability to invite him must have a very difficult background.

Dr. Wondertainment took a seat as well.

Between the three people, there is a chair between each two people.

Just as Dr. Wondertainment was seated, the waiter brought in another person, who also looked very strange.

He was dressed in sackcloth, and although he had hands and feet like a human being, he had no hair, his skin was snow-white, and blood vessels could even be seen, as if he had some kind of albinism.

None of the people the painter invited seemed normal.

Mr. Metville, how are your people? the painter asked.

They're fine.

The albino named Metwell looked around and chose to sit between Dr. Wondertainment and Alison.

The three people who came to the appointment all chose to stay away from the painter.

Alison knew it wasn't a coincidence.

Because she could feel the dangerous aura emanating from the opponent, which made people shudder.

With such a seating arrangement, it seems that the artist is facing the three of them.

The momentum didn't drop in the slightest.

The waiter brought two more cups of coffee.

But no one moved, no one even spoke.

There are two more positions.

Alison is also waiting to see what other monsters he has invited.

But some time passed, and the door was never opened.

The painter sighed.

It looks like Holden won't be coming, so let's start with the five of us.

Bill Holden was the name of the leader of the Chaos Insurgency, which Alison knew.

This painter is really great.

But soon she was attracted by another point in the words.

Five people? Isn't there only four people here?

Alison looked around, and felt a chill down his spine in the next second.

She was surprised to find that there was a person sitting on the seat to the left of the artist.

The lighting in the room was very dim, except for a single incandescent lamp shining down from the top of a huge round table.

The illuminated area is very limited.

The man was wearing a black robe, and his facial features were hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

When did he come? I didn't even notice it!

Alison narrowed her eyes suddenly.

Definitely very tricky if he is the enemy.

She looked around and found that Dr. Wondertainment's man named Metville also showed a surprised expression.

Especially Dr. Wondertainment, the man sitting next to him, who giggled and said, Wow, my friend, when did you come!

The painter said: Don't be surprised, this gentleman is the first to arrive. He has been sitting here all the time, but you didn't notice him.

There are only six chairs around the round table, how could they not notice anyone.

Alison clearly remembers that when she came, there was no one there except for the chair made by the painter.

Then there is only one explanation - the other party has a special ability that makes people ignore his existence.

Alison frowned, because she felt that the breath emanating from this mysterious man seemed a little familiar, and she must have touched it somewhere.

After a small episode, the painter propped his hands on the table, his eyes were burning, and he glanced at the other four people.

He opened his mouth slowly.

All of you here are people who can place pieces on the chessboard, but due to various reasons, everyone has some things that are inconvenient to do. I invite you to come here today because I want to set up a new organization, This organization has no absolute leader, no constant goal, only one purpose, which is to help each other, advance and retreat together—how, everyone, are you interested in joining?”

After speaking, he paused for a moment, waiting for the reactions of the other four.

Alison didn't speak.

She represented the library and the Serpent's Hand. It was impossible for her to trust anyone easily. Besides, it was the first time she had seen these people. Except for Dr. Wondertainment, she didn't even know which faction the other three belonged to.

Several people were silent for a moment, and the albino named Metville was the first to ask.

Mr. Painter, I don't know anything about you other than your code name. How do I know whether you can be trusted and whether these people have the ability to become my companions.

The painter laughed.

Mr. Metwell, I didn't report the coordinates of you and your people to the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures. Isn't that enough to explain the problem? As for everyone's strength, you can rest assured. I assure you that everyone here, All of them can cause great trouble to the Abnormal Biological Administration—Mr. Metville, the Nightborne wants to regain the dominion of the earth, and the Administration is the hurdle you have to go through.

son of the night.

Hearing this word, Alison knew the identity of this man, and probably understood the criteria for the artist to invite these participants.

It must be a person who is capable and hostile to the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures.

His purpose is ready to come out.

Alison tucked the tip of her hair behind her ear with her fingers, and said, Mr. Painter, you seem to be familiar with us, but we don't know anything about you. We help each other, trust is the most basic, then Can you tell me who you are and who you represent?

Who do I represent...

After Alison finished speaking, the painter laughed, his laughter was very harsh, almost crazy.

It took a while to stop.

He pulled back his long bangs to reveal the scar on the right side of his face with the letters MRW engraved on it.

Miss Alison, have you ever seen children who are abandoned by their parents when they are born? Have you ever seen disabled people who are ridiculed because of their physical defects? Have you ever seen patients who can only live on drugs for their entire lives? You ask Who do I represent, now I tell you, I represent them, I represent...pain and misfortune!

The painter himself doesn't behave like a normal person, Alison thinks he's a bit like a clown in a certain movie.

After he said these words, a faint sadness emanated from his body.

Although he didn't answer Alison's question directly, others no longer doubted his identity.

This is simply a lunatic.

The Bureau of Abnormal Biology would not send such a person to trick them.

Dr. Wondertainment laughed.

Boy, I like your character, as long as my 'toys' can fill the whole world, I can do anything.

Metwell also said: The Son of Night wants to overthrow the rule of mankind and regain control of the earth. As long as this principle is not violated, my people are also happy to have some reliable companions.

The painter turned to Alison: Miss Alison, what about you?

Alison looked at the few of them, pondered for a moment, and shook his head.

It's too sudden. Now I can't promise anything on behalf of the Serpent's Hand. I need to think about it.

No problem.

Finally, the painter looked at the mysterious man in black robe.

What about you, sir?

Among the few people present, apart from the painter, he was the most mysterious.

And he seems to have an ability to always make people ignore his existence.

Only painters were not influenced by him.

But this time when I noticed him.

Alison finally remembered where that familiar feeling came from.

It's you! Alison said suddenly, You wrote that book!

This endless sentence made both Dr. Wondertainment and Metwell look sideways. What book? .

Neither the painter nor the mysterious man was moved.

After a while, the mysterious man hidden under the black robe suddenly laughed: Alison, you really did not disappoint me.

Then he turned to the painter: I said earlier, she will find out.

The painter said: There is nothing to lose if you try.

Listening to what they said, Alison didn't know that they were in collusion.

The painter has long known the identity of the mysterious man.

He wrote that book!

...

If everyone's memory is good enough, then you should be able to recall that in the deepest part of the sixth floor of site 14, there is a chair whose number is 2950.

After Zhang Jue came to this world, the Chaos Insurgency's first move was to snatch it, and even nearly triggered a nuclear explosion.

We later learned that it was not actually a chair.

Its properties are simple, and it is what most of those who know it think it is.

When the Authority contained it, it had been a monster, so it really became a monster.

So why would the Authority think it was a monster?

It was because of a book, a book from *****.

The above describes 2950 as something capable of causing an XK-class event.

The book not only lied to the Authority, but also to the Serpent's Hand.

Both sides have lost many excellent companions as a result.

Alison has always wanted to find out who wrote this book, and avenge those dead companions, but unexpectedly, it is far away and right in front of her eyes.

He even made a mocking sound, as if he didn't take this as an important matter at all.

I kill you!

Alison let out a whimper.

She took out a dagger from nowhere and threw it at the mysterious man across the round table.

As the leader of the Serpent's Hand, Alison is very powerful.

Once beat Zhang Jue into a pig's head.

In her rage, she didn't hold back.

The speed of the dagger was extremely fast, even faster than the speed of a bullet. It had just escaped from her hand in the last second, and it was already in front of the mysterious man in the next second.

With the power of this dagger, even if there is a steel plate in front, it can still pierce through it.

But the mysterious man was not and was not an idler. He waved his sleeve lightly, and the dagger turned around in the air and flew towards Alison's chest at a faster speed.

Alison's eyes widened, unable to even make a defensive move.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great.

At the critical moment, Alison was pulled by a huge force, and the dagger only scratched her skirt.

Alison took a closer look, and the waiter came behind her at some point.

Go! the waiter shouted to her, and then opened the door first and rushed out.

Alison glanced at the mysterious man, then at the painter, knowing that he was not their opponent, snorted, and left the room.

I rushed out of the cafe with the waiter, and there was a busy street outside.

The waiter, wearing a mask, kept shuttling through the crowd, and Alison followed behind him.

When they reached the center of a square, the waiter just stopped.

Okay, it should be safe here. His voice was a little frivolous, but it could be heard that he must be quite old.

Who are you? Why did you save me? Alison looked at him puzzled.

Hearing this, the waiter laughed. He took off his mask, took out a hat and put it on his head.

Alison saw that he had three eyes.

It's not a beautiful thing to see a woman die in front of my eyes. He said with a smile, Especially if that woman is the daughter of a co-worker, then I can't wait to see her die.

...

In the cafe.

The painter looked at the mysterious man and asked, Aren't you going to kill her?

A deep voice came from under the mysterious man's black robe: It doesn't make sense, the Serpent's Hand wasn't my first goal.

The painter nodded, and then looked at Dr. Wondertainment and Metwell again: I'm sorry, there was a little accident, but what I just said is still valid.

Those two are not kind people, and they are not interested in their grievances at all.

Dr. Wondertainment said with his drake voice: I have been talking for a long time, painter, what is your purpose?

The painter narrowed his eyes: I want to kill someone, but he is now under the protection of the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures, so our goals can be temporarily unified.

Metwell said: It's not so easy to defeat the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures. Otherwise, they wouldn't have lingered in the dark for so long.

No, it's very easy. The painter said, You have been frustrated many times before, just because you didn't find the right direction.

Dr. Wondertainment pulled his mustache and raised his eyebrows: Oh? So you can do it?

Of course. The painter sneered, There is the simplest and most direct way to defeat the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures — and that is to expose it to the world!

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