Chapter 15
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There was a white fog.
Zhang Jue once again entered his dream. To be precise, he once again returned to his own world.
This time, he appeared at the seaside. Not far from him was the Statue of Liberty.
Just like in his dream, the location he appeared in was completely random.
"Save me —"
The little boy's cry for help was heard.
Zhang Jue sighed.
He was now certain that the little boy's cry on the altar of SCP087 was the same as the one he was hearing now.
What was the connection between the two places?
"I will save you." Zhang Jue said, "But you have to tell me what happened here."
The cry for help stopped. After a while, there was a weak voice.
"Search —"
"Search for what?"
There was no answer.
Zhang Jue spat, "Motherf * cker."
...
After the SCP087 incident, Zhang Jue officially began to perform his duties as a consultant.
Under his guidance, the research on Site14 site progressed by leaps and bounds.
Any experiment, as long as he was present, would succeed.
If there was any abnormality that was difficult to contain, he could point it out and solve the problem immediately.
The researchers at Site14 almost worshipped him like he was a god.
Every time he appeared, it would cause a round of competition.
In order to please Zhang Jue, the researchers did everything they could. Some made delicious food for him, some massaged his legs, and some even directly asked him if they could have an in-depth conversation at night.
Yang Xue had no choice but to order the various laboratories to summarize the requirements. Zhang Jue arranged the schedule according to the importance and personal preferences. Only then did some of the problems slightly solve.
In Site14 site, only Station Chief Yang was unwilling to see Zhang Jue. This was because the allowance and other benefits that Zhang Jue had requested were delayed by the foundation headquarters.
There was once when the two of them met in the restroom. Stationmaster Yang had nowhere to hide and said, "Mr. Zhang, you have to understand the difficulties of the foundation. If the foundation wants to be independent of the various countries and not be suppressed by them, we can't have too many interactions, especially when it comes to money —"
Zhang Jue could understand this point, but in his heart, he cursed Stationmaster Yang countless times. He didn't know when he could stop living in the foundation's staff dormitory.
He didn't want to stay in the dormitory. Firstly, the conditions were too bad. Secondly, there were some things that he didn't want others to see.
For example, his newly developed skills.
After coming into contact with Shirley, he gained the ability to heal himself.
The last time he entered SCP087, he had beaten up SCP-087-1 several times. When he returned, he discovered that he had gained another ability — Terror Projection.
Now, as long as he wanted to, he could release an aura that could make people or other creatures feel fear.
He once tried it in the forest. With his current level, he could directly scare an angry bear until it didn't dare to move. Small fish, shrimp, and ants would be scared to death by him.
It seemed that things were similar to his speculation. Not only was he immune to some of the effects of the SCP project, he could also gain part of their abilities through contact.
However, that didn't seem to work on the charter plane. This method of gaining abilities probably only worked on "living" objects.
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