Chapter 187
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After the man said this, he died.
Zhang Jue placed him in a better position on the ground and sighed, "You don't need me to tell you what to do with the Riddler, do you?"
Although the appearance of this interrogator didn't provide Zhang Jue with any clear information, he was a very important clue in itself.
It seemed that there was indeed something quite dangerous in this station.
And after he and Yang Xue arrived, the process seemed to have sped up.
Maybe it was because they forcibly explored these two buildings.
As for the man's last words —
Don't believe him?
Who is he?
Zhang Jue had too few clues at the moment to make any inferences.
While he was thinking, there was a sudden noise in the room again.
Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes. This time, he heard it clearly. The sound came from one of the cabinets.
He carefully approached the cabinet step by step.
There was a "crackling" sound coming from inside.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Jue yanked open the cupboard door at lightning speed and made a funny face at the same time.
Even if there was a ghost hiding inside, it would probably be scared by him.
But there was no ghost inside.
There was no one.
In the empty cabinet, there was a walkie-talkie lying quietly inside.
It was flashing red.
It was the model used by the foundation. The red light meant that there was insufficient power.
Zhang Jue picked up the walkie-talkie and listened first. But when he got closer, the walkie-talkie didn't make any sound.
Whose walkie-talkie was this? Did it belong to the person just now?
It shouldn't be.
This walkie-talkie seemed to be deliberately placed here.
Zhang Jue pressed the button to speak, "I'm Zhang Jue, special consultant of the SCP Foundation. Is anyone there?"
No one responded.
But this was to be expected.
If someone really dared to answer, then they must have seen a ghost.
Zhang Jue put the walkie-talkie in his pocket and continued to search the building.
After a period of exploration, Zhang Jue found that most of the rooms in this building were archives.
There were all kinds of bookshelves that obviously stored a lot of paper materials.
But these materials were all taken away.
With so much antimeme information, no wonder it was the last antimeme department in the world.
But they still couldn't escape the fate of the antimeme department.
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