Chapter 77
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"Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Don't be afraid, it won't hurt. Come on, take it off, I'll take it off for you."
Outside a garden on site 17, Zhang Jue's voice kept ringing.
His voice was very seductive and seductive. People who didn't know better would think that he was trying to seduce a woman.
Cremont watched as Zhang Jue took off Cain's shoes and put them aside, guiding him down the steps.
Cremont's expression was a little strange because he noticed that ever since they arrived at the garden, Zhang Jue had been holding Cain's hand without letting go for a moment.
This was no longer a coincidence or forgetting.
This …
Could it be that Mr. Zhang was …
Thinking of a certain possibility, Cremont couldn't help but shudder.
He didn't discriminate against special hobbies, but when he thought about how he would be working with Mr. Zhang in the future, he felt a little nervous.
If Mr. Zhang invited him to discuss something at night, should he go or not?
Should he really sacrifice himself for the SCP Foundation, for all of humanity?
…
He ignored Cremont's strange expression.
Zhang Jue kept urging Cain to take the first step.
A few minutes later, Cain finally took off the shoes that the foundation had specially made for him and stepped on the ground barefoot.
The soil soaked into his toes, thin and itchy. Cain hadn't experienced this feeling for many years.
“nice！”
Zhang Jue snapped his fingers, maintained the "ineffective" ability, and continued to pull Cain forward.
"Come on, go and pick that flower, not this one, but that one, that one is so pretty."
Zhang Jue ordered Cain to pick a small red flower.
Looking at the flower in his hand, Cain's eyes turned slightly red.
How many years, or rather, how many centuries had it been?
He carried a curse on his back as he walked in the world. To those plants, he was a nightmare.
Not to mention picking a flower, just getting close to it would cause them to wither and die.
He raised his head and looked at the person opposite him.
Zhang Jue smiled at him.
"I see that your hair is quite long. Come, come, let me help you put the flowers on your head."
As he spoke, Zhang Jue took the flower from his hand and put it next to his ear.
Seeing that Cain still had not recovered from his emotions, Zhang Jue laughed and said, "Bro, it's not right to always look so sad. As a man, when you do something wrong, you have to stand straight and take the beating when you are punished. Come on, smile."
Seeing the two of them acting like there was no one else around, Cremont felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to slip away, he was stopped by Zhang Jue.
"Hey, Cremont, if you're free, take a picture for us!"
Cremont said with a sad face, "Okay."
Cremont took a camera and took a picture of the two of them.
In the photo, Zhang Jue finally let go of Cain's hand. He put his arm around Cain's shoulder and laughed arrogantly. The two of them looked like buddies from their university dormitory.
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