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31.75% I’m In Charge of SCP / Chapter 87: Visiting The Grave

Capítulo 87: Visiting The Grave

"Two tigers, two tigers. Both in love, in love. Both males, both males. So perverted, so perverted." Two days later, Zhang Jue was sitting on the terrace on the roof of Site-17, humming a children's song. His feet dangled outside the building, constantly echoing, like a schoolboy playing by the river. He was holding a piece of A4 paper in his hand and seemed to be folding something.

"Young man, it seems that you're in a good mood." SCP-343 sat beside him at some point. Zhang Jue did not look away, focusing on the origami paper in his hand.

"Old man, since you call yourself a god. You must have the self-awareness of a God. It doesn't matter if you come and go without a trace. It's not good to scare others."

SCP-343 looked at him, "So you were scared?"

"Me?" Zhang Jue smiled, "Never mind if you are a god or a ghost. Things that can scare me, no matter which world, do not exist."

SCP-343 looked him up and down once. "Young man, you seem to be a little stronger when I first met you."

SCP-343 is known as God, whether he is really a "god" or not, we can't confirm it, but his strength is undoubted. Since he said so, Zhang Jue couldn't help but feel a little smug. On this trip to Europe, Not only did he get a dragon crystal from SCP-3844, and he also acquired the ability of Cain and Abel. It can be said that the harvest is not small.

The only shortcoming is that he was not able to solve his problem with Shirley. The little girl fell into a deep sleep. But he has already thought about it. As long as he continues to get stronger, waking up Shirley is only a matter of time. No need to rush this moment.

The A4 paper in his hand has turned into a paper airplane. He put it in front of his mouth and blew it. Then threw it out towards the bottom of the building with force. The paper plane made a beautiful arc, not knowing where it would eventually float. As the paper plane disappeared from view, Zhang Jue turned around and looked at SCP-343 with a strange look.

"Old man, I always feel like I've been counted on by you."

SCP- 343 always had that calm, out-of-this-world look. He smiled, "Gods, never and ever need to calculate mortals."

"You better be." Zhang Jue stared into his eyes, "Otherwise, even as a 'god'. I will kill you."

After a few days of repair, Area-25 had continued its normal operations. During this time, Colonel James had been hoping that Zhang Jue could officially accept the thanks of the employees in the area. Without Zhang Jue, he would have had to press the nuclear explosion button. But several of his requests were denied by Zhang Jue.

Just like what he did at Site-14, Zhang Jue had always believed that the ordinary researchers were responsible for the smooth running of the world, that they were the backbone of the Foundation, and that they didn't need to thank anyone.

It is worth mentioning that the team that pursued SCP-105 (Iris) eventually returned without success, and the little girl had disappeared into the sea of people. It was too easy for a scout who had served in the MTF and had special abilities to evade them.

Iris, that little girl, is currently hiding, and the Foundation is afraid that she will not be able to find her alive. She should just want to break away from the Foundation and be free, so Zhang Jue wouldn't do his best in this matter.

After a few more days, Harvey, who was in Italy negotiating with Serpent's Hand and GOC, also finished his work and rushed back to Site-17\. When he saw Zhang Jue, he laughed loudly and embraced him warmly. I wonder how many goodies this smiling tiger had pitted against the GOC again.

After Harvey's debriefing, Zhang Jue invited Harvey, Hael, and Clement to a meal to express his gratitude to the three of them. When he first arrived, it would have been difficult to carry out some work without the 'full support of these three.

But currently, this situation no longer exists, and now at Site-17, Zhang Jue can be considered a big name. Whenever his name was mentioned, everyone would smile at him. So much that Zhang Jue didn't even dare to go to Cain to tell his story.

During the meeting, Zhang Jue asked Clement about the headquarters. Before he was brought to Site-17, he had been a senior researcher at the headquarters, and he knew a lot about the secrets of the headquarters. Which supervisor were love rivals, which doctor had cuckolded which doctor, he knew them all like the back of his hand.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Zhang Jue hurriedly gestured, "Clement, you are a test supervisor. You talk about things related to experiments. Why do you like to gossip about others!"

The bearded Clement felt answered excitedly, "Advisor Zhang, the experiment-related matters are confidential, and the Foundation is strictly forbidden to discuss in a non-working area."

Shit, that's why you're making things up about me? Zhang Jue wanted to give this bearded man a kick in the butt.

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Three days later, Zhang Jue disappeared from Site-17. He didn't return to Site-14, and no one knew where he had gone. Only Hael knew that he had gotten on a plane to Switzerland, where the Site-19, the external headquarters of the Foundation, was located.

Site-19 was the largest Foundation facility currently in operation, containing hundreds of Safe and Euclid level anomalies and, of course, some Keter levels, except that most of them were not known to the public. Yet Zhang Jue was not looking to go to the headquarters to have tea with the leaders. He was just going to do something that he should have done a long time ago.

During the Site-14 infiltration incident, he had mistakenly entered the otherworldly dimension of

SCP-106 (The Old Man) and met his kinder side. The kind SCP=106 gave him an artifact, and in exchange, he promised SCP-106 to do one thing.

Give a bouquet of flowers to a person.

Anna Long. Zhang Jue always remembered this name.

The SCP cemetery, like the headquarters, was in Switzerland. Far from the Chinese branch, Zhang Jue was a geek who didn't like to go out, so the matter had been put off. He came to Europe this time, and it would be a bit unreasonable if he didn't come over to fulfill his promise. After all, the reality anchor had saved his life multiple times. Switzerland is a permanently neutral country, and the Foundation's headquarters is located here.

However, Zhang Jue did not visit Site-19 but went straight to the cemetery on the outskirts of the countryside. A place he had always resisted going to. At 3:00 PM, some dark clouds were pressing in the sky, making people feel a bit dull. Heavy rain seemed to be coming soon.

With a bouquet of flowers in his hand, Zhang Jue followed the receptionist's directions and arrived at the lady's grave named Anna Long. The tombstone was very old, and the photo on it was blurred. Only a man and a woman could be vaguely seen snuggling together.

A bouquet of lilies was placed in front of the tombstone and looked fresh, so someone should have visited her recently.

"No way." Zhang Jue was still lost in thought, but the receptionist frowned, "We have registered every person who comes to the cemetery to pay their respects, and it's been a long time since anyone has come to see this Ms. Anna."

Working at the SCP Foundation, no amount of work was too much. Because every detail could determine if your life would stop in the next second. Zhang Jue held the Dragon Crystal in his hand and expanded his senses.

A few moments later, he pulled up a smile. Sure enough, there were really a few guests in this seemingly quiet cemetery.


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Capítulo 88: Assassination Part 1

"Name."

"Walker."

"Age."

"35."

"Home address."

"221 Baker Street."

"What the hell? Where do you live?"

"221 Baker, Baker Street."

In a small dark room, a familiar conversation was playing out. The only difference is that Zhang Jue is sitting in the interrogator's seat, and behind him, there are no "confession from leniency and resistance from severity" eight words.

There were five chairs in front of Zhang Jue, all of them were tied up. With an addition of a hood over their head. Zhang Jue was like the villain in an anti-Japanese drama, interrogating the messenger of justice. At this moment, he had already taken off the hood of the first interrogated person.

"I suggest you change your address." Zhang Jue said to him seriously, "This address is not suitable for you." The interrogatee froze, then nodded mechanically, having no idea 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 are you following me?"

"Stalking you? No, I was just-"

Bang! A clean, crisp shot, right in the eyebrow.

The interrogated man's eyes widened, and he couldn't understand until his death why Zhang Jue wouldn't even let him finish his sentence. Zhang Jue blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and took off the mask of the second interrogatee.

"Something unpleasant just happened. I'm really sorry. I hope we can work together happily." Zhang Jue's face was calm as if it wasn't him who had just shot and killed someone, "Name?"

The second interrogated person sneered, "You think I'm afraid of you just because of that-"

Bang! Another shot.

The second interrogatee was killed by Zhang Jue with a single shot before he could say a full sentence.

If you want to play hard to get in front of him, do it in another life, Zhang Jue bristled. After firing two shots in a row, his face was a bit helpless, "Do all the lapdogs aware nowadays? Why can't I meet such a good person to talk to."

He spat two sentences and opened the mask of the third person, repeating the lines just now. "As you heard. Something unpleasant just happened. I hope we can cooperate happily."

"Cooperate, cooperate, definitely cooperate!" The third interrogated person was busy nodding his head, looking like he didn't want to just become someone's dead body under the gun.

"My name is Hendrick. I am thirty-two years old. I live at 65 Gold Street, and we are following you because-"

"Stop!" When he said this, Zhang Jue put his gun against his head.

"Eh-" The third interrogated man was in a cold sweat; he didn't know why Zhang Jue had stopped him. Zhang Jue snapped his fingers, and a staff member in an SCP uniform came in through the door. He walked past the first two bodies as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Take them away." Zhang Jue pointed to the third man, "Make a statement of what he said and bring it to me." The staff member nodded and took the third man out of the interrogation room. The last two men waiting to be interrogated knew what Zhang Jue was trying to do. He was preventing them from colluding. It would be better for his judgment to take the statements separately.

"All right." Zhang Jue removed the fourth man's mask, still repeating the lines he'd just delivered, "As you heard. Something unpleasant just happened, so I hope we can work together happily."

Two hours later, Zhang Jue was holding three transcripts in his hand. It described the reasons why several people had followed Zhang Jue. Although the details differed, the main content was the same; someone had paid big bucks for his daily activities.

Holy shit? This is even profitable? Did you pay a fee for using my likeness for profit? Zhang Jue was a bit incredulous.

A big tree attracts the wind, which is why he is being watched. Zhang Jue waved his hand and told the staff member to bring the three to the Foundation's headquarters for further investigation while he studied the mirror for half a day. Then he had to admit that he didn't seem to have anything to show off on himself either - except for being a bit handsome.

He thought about it, and something didn't feel right. The problem was with the second interrogated person. There was no need for the other man to talk when his life was in danger if it was just about the money.

Even with two people already dead, the following three still carried on as agreed. The interrogation did nothing for them, and it looked like they were very loyal to the organization. But this instead allowed Zhang Jue to narrow the field.

The organization he had offended the most so far was the Chaos Insurgency. Apart from them, there should be no one else who would be so attached to him. As the saying goes, there is no fear of a thief stealing, but there is fear of a thief thinking about him. Zhang Jue is the one who's being targeted.

However, he was not worried about these things. His strength now is not the same as when he first crossed over. If the enemy thinks he is a soft person, they will end up being stabbed. What he didn't know was that an assassination was already underway against him.

The Insurgency did not dare to confront the Foundation head-on, but to use the power of an organization against him alone was akin to killing a chicken with a bull's eye.

After informing the headquarters that the three might be Chaos Insurgent, Zhang Jue booked a ticket from Switzerland to China and prepared to return. Yes, he wasn't going to stay here and wait for the results of the investigation because it was useless. Even if they were turned, they would not be able to obtain any useful information.

Before leaving, Zhang Jue went to the cemetery again and found the cemetery receptionist who had taken care of it. There was an additional headstone in front of Anna Long's grave on that day. They hadn't been able to find out why there was an extra bouquet of flowers in front of Anna Long's tombstone, but they had mistakenly arrested the men who had followed him. He wanted to know if there were any other clues.

Yet the receptionist looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Advisor Zhang Jue, are you remembering wrongly that nothing like this has happened." The receptionist looked confused, "Anna or Ms. Long has not been visited for a long time, and there is only a bouquet of flowers from you in front of her tombstone."

What?

Hearing the receptionist say that, Zhang Jue showed a black question mark face. Don't be ridiculous. You were the one who noticed the anomaly that day! The receptionist swore, and Zhang Jue could not say anything more but could only ask him to look at the surveillance.

The surveillance video was checked, and in the video, Zhang Jue was indeed the only one who had paid respect to Anna. In front of Anna's tombstone, there was only a bouquet of flowers that he had offered from the beginning to the end. This was completely different from the scene he remembered.

What was going on? Zhang Jue clenched his chin. If he wasn't hallucinating, then there was only one possible explanation.

Someone had tampered with the receptionist's memory, as well as the content of the security footage so that no one could remember what had happened at that time. This situation could also be put in a simpler way - someone had distorted the reality.


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