I’m In Charge of SCP

Having said that, Yang Wenbo paused for a moment, his voice trembling a little.

Yang Xue was taken aback for a moment, never expecting such a result.

For a researcher working in SCP, death, injury, madness are all possible.

But how could it become that there is no such person.

Zhang Jue frowned slightly, and he could probably guess what kind of project Yang Xue's father, Yang Wensong, was in charge of.

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

I find it very funny. Your father is famous at site 14. How could it be impossible to find his information? He is in charge of so many projects, how could there be no records? But the people at the headquarters replied that those projects were done very early. It's in site 14, and the specific shelter is unknown.

After I hung up the phone, I immediately checked the database on the site, and found that the project that should have been in charge of your father, was indeed written as unknown in the column of the recipient.

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

I went home and found the photos I took with him, and found that wherever he existed, it disappeared.

I started to doubt myself, I thought I was under the influence of a certain project, I was hallucinating.

But then I found out it wasn't, because you, Cher, you let me know that I'm not crazy.

You remember your father too.

Yang Wenbai leaned on the sofa, looking into Yang Xue's eyes, tears glistened.

Xue'er, so, for so many years, I have not allowed you to mention your father to outsiders, and I don't want you to investigate.

Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will never return, I'm afraid that you will also disappear in this world.

Even the traces of existence have been erased.

After Yang Wenbo finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

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

She never knew that her uncle had been carrying such a heavy burden.

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

Yang Wenbai knew Yang Xue very well. He knew that once he told her the truth of the matter, she would definitely investigate and even die.

But there is no way to do this. In the past, he might have buried this matter in his heart for the rest of his life, but now, he decided to trust Yang Xue.

And Yang Xue is not fighting alone, beside her is the omnipotent Zhang Jue.

Consultant Zhang. Yang Wenbo turned to him with a solemn expression.

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

Yang Wenbai was about to be amnesticized, so every word he said was from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Jue sat upright, clasped his fists and said, Mr. Yang, please speak.

Yang Wenbo said: In terms of lethality, an SCP object is enough to destroy the world, but in terms of danger, sometimes it may not be as good as a child-compared with those seemingly terrifying anomalous items, people are the ones. Most terrible.

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

He has heard many similar arguments.

Whether it is those invisible demons and ghosts, or aliens with super high technology,

When it comes to playing tricks and tricks, they are all scum in front of human beings.

The old man used his whole life to prove this truth.

Zhang Jue nodded his head.

...

Three days later, Jiangzhou Airport.

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

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

Especially during the school celebration ceremony, Leshan gave Zhang Jue enough face.

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

In the private words of him and Yang Xue: Although this old boy is a little bit wimpy, he is still a good guy.

After all, Zhang Jue was still brooding about the five million.

Le Shan cupped his fists: I have the opportunity to come to the headquarters, and I will treat you to dinner.

Zhang Jue didn't even think about it, and immediately refused: No, we will try not to go if we can.

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

In the headquarters of the SCP Foundation, there are no ghosts and snakes in it.

Yang Xue glanced at Le Shan, hesitated to speak.

What kind of person is Zhang Jue?

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets: I'm going to take a shit, you guys talk.

Vulgar. Yang Xue gave him a white look, but Zhang Jue had already walked a long way without looking back.

Le Shan watched the performance of the two of them and found it very interesting, so he rarely joked: Dr. Yang, are you afraid that Consultant Zhang will misunderstand?

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

Leshan is not Zhang Jue after all, he is humble and polite, in his opinion, this level of jokes is enough.

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

Yang Xue nodded slightly.

During the celebration ceremony of Jiangzhou University, Le Shan once promised her that if Zhang Jue completed the task, he would tell Yang Xue the truth about Zhang Jue being trusted by the foundation.

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

And Yang Xue could 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 rank.

She believed that Leshan was not someone who would break his promise.

Sure enough, Le Shan nodded slightly, looked around, and confirmed that everyone around him was more than ten meters away from them, before asking: Dr. Yang, do you know about SCP-990?

...

Item #: SCP-990 (Dreamwalker Omen)

Object Class: Keter

Description: SCP-990 is a man in a Cold War-era suit who appears in the dreams of Foundation personnel. To date, no personnel have encountered SCP-990 in real life, and there have been 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 while discussing that they had dreamed of similar characters. Subsequently, a large number of agents reported that their dreams matched SCP-990 characteristic characters.

Special Containment Procedures: No measures have been found to contain SCP-990. Any staff members with suggestions for containment of SCP-990 should report to Dr. ██. Any suggestion from anyone is welcome.

...

The appearance of SCP-990 is generally to foretell some bad things, even disasters, to the SCP Foundation, so the Foundation encourages employees to talk to it and obtain information.

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

Reminiscent of Leshan's identity, Yang Xue immediately came up with a reasonable guess.

You mean, an O5 had a dream about SCP-990, and he predicted something about Zhang Jue?

This seems like the most likely scenario.

Unexpectedly, Le Shan shook his head.

As far as I know, not one O5, he said, but all of them.