章節 188: The Real Containment Room

With a booming sound. The whole site-building began to shake violently, like an earthquake. This was fatal in the middle of the desert. But the shaking only lasted for a few seconds, and then it stopped.

Zhang Jue knew that it was definitely not an earthquake, but some mechanism had been triggered. He looked up and down, and nothing seemed to have changed in this room. Then he ran outside to the corridor and looked out the window.

Only to see that a door had opened up on the giant stone tablet outside that said Site-237.

Sure enough. Zhang Jue gave a huff. He ran downstairs in a flash. He came to that stone monument and saw the iron door that appeared out of nowhere and guessed in his heart that probably this was the real entrance to Site-237.

The door seemed to be inductive. When he stood in front of the door, it automatically opened to both sides, and inside was a bridge box made of metal like an elevator. But there was no button.

When Zhang Jue walked in, the doors automatically closed. A rumbling sound sounded. Zhang Jue felt some weightlessness as if he was traveling downward. The elevator traveled downward for nearly five minutes, and at the elevator's speed, he was at least 200 meters underground.

Above his head was the yellow sand desert. Good grief, if you die here, no one even had to bury you.

After about another minute, the elevator finally slowed down and stopped. The elevator door opened. A long corridor appeared in front of Zhang Jue. He can't see the end of it. The walls of the corridor were made of a particular metal, and every few dozen meters, a door randomly appeared on both sides of the corridor.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, this should be Site-237. The last Containment Site of the Foundation's Antimemetics Division and those dangerous Antimemetics objects were all contained here.

Zhang Jue walked all the way forward. He found that the numbers on all the containment rooms had been artificially erased. Some of them had been opened, and the objects inside were nowhere to be found.

The vast majority of them were still closed. Zhang Jue thought about it and didn't open the door to his death. It would be such a shame if he let out something terrible.

He marched forward for about a kilometer and finally came to an end. It was a door facing the corridor. It was different from any of the containment rooms he had encountered before.

The door was cocked open with a gap at the side and not closed tight. If this site had any core secrets, it was probably here. Zhang Jue took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled the door open.

...

After the door opened, a light shone out from inside, dazzling like a flashbulb. Zhang Jue immediately used his arm to protect his eyes while turning his head sideways and focusing all his attention. If someone tried to take advantage of this time to sneak up on him, he would give them a big surprise.

Yet nothing happened.

After another two minutes, his eyes were able to adjust to the intense light, and Zhang Jue looked inside. The room was large. It was a hemisphere. It was like a bowl snapped to the ground.

As far as the eye could see, countless computer screens were affixed to the walls, flashing with various parameters. If I had to say, it looked like a command room. No wonder the computers in those buildings outside could not find any information. There is a probability that it is just a front. This should be the real central control room of this Antimemetics Division site.

Zhang Jue walked to the center of the control room and looked around. He found that there was a door in the other three directions that just didn't know where it led to. Zhang Jue found a random computer and was trying to look up the information about the place.

"I advise you not to move." A clear voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Jue turned around. He saw a man in a Foundation uniform who had come behind him at some point. Zhang Jue cocked his head. He had clearly checked the surroundings carefully just now, and there could be no one there.

This man had appeared out of nowhere, very mysteriously. Normally, anyone approaching him would have heard it, but I don't know if it was because he was under the influence of SCP-714. But he didn't hear the other person's footsteps at all.

Looking at his face, the other party was at most 30 years old. But the feeling he gave Zhang Jue was very calm and competent, by no means idle. This man's position should not be low.

Zhang Jue looked at his face and felt that something looked familiar.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jue asked.

"I should ask you that question." The man said calmly, "Who are you?"

His attitude was flat, just like a robot, and he couldn't tell if he was happy or angry. That person should be an employee here, so Zhang Jue planned to be polite first.

"My name is Zhang Jue." He said, "Special Advisor of the SCP Foundation. SCP-X-0001."

"Special Advisor?" The man frowned slightly as if he had never heard of this position.

Zhang Jue said, "I just joined the foundation a year ago."

"I see." The man nodded and stopped talking.

Zhang Jue stared at his face for a while and asked tentatively, "Are you… Yang Wensong?"

This time, the other man froze for a moment as he looked at Zhang Jue, "You know me?"

Sure enough. Seeing that person's reaction, Zhang Jue gave a huff.

How could he have ever imagined that he would actually meet this legendary man, Yang Xue's long-lost father!

Yang Wensong and Yang Wenbai were brothers, and there was a lot of resemblance between their eyebrows. But not so much like Yang Xue, probably due to Yang Xue's mother's genetics. Yang Wensong in front of him looks at most thirty years old, and I don't know why. Ten years have passed, and he hasn't aged in the slightest.

"Because the person who introduced me to the Foundation is your brother Yang Wenbai." While looking at Yang Wensong's expression, Zhang Jue said, "Now he is working with your daughter Yang Xue."

Zhang Jue had concealed part of the truth. His joining was approved by the O5 Council after many discussions and votes. Although the one who recommended it was Yang Wenbai, it was just the front of it. He said that in order to win Yang Wenzong's trust.

Sure enough, Yang Wensong's face seemed to ease up a bit, and he asked, "How are they doing?"

"Yang Wenbai was originally the Site Director of Site-14, but he has resigned. Yang Xue is now the Deputy Head of experiments at Site-14, and they've been very eager to find you for so many years."

Hearing Zhang Jue says this, Yang Wensong sighed slightly, and there seemed to be some guilt in his eyes. He wanted to say something but eventually shook his head. After the small talk, Zhang Jue felt that Yang Wensong had completely trusted him.

He tried to ask, "Dr. Yang, have you been here all these years? You look as if you haven't changed much from the time you left."

"Why haven't I gotten older? The answer is simple." Yang Wensong looked at Zhang Jue, "Because I'm already dead."