"There is something … that I have to be honest with you." After Feng Bujue stood still, he was the first to speak to Professor Cox.
"What is it?" Cox thought the man was going to say something important, so she answered seriously.
To her surprise, Feng Bujue stared at the coffee cup on her table and said, "I quite like coffee as well."
When he finished, Cox's face twitched. Then she gave a long sigh and raised her head to say to D19, "Agent, please remove the handcuffs for him."
It looked like Cox understood the meaning behind Brother Jue's words perfectly.
"Are you sure? Doctor? " But D19 did not do so immediately because he deeply felt that … this action came with great risk.
"Yes, I am sure." Cox gave an affirmative answer.
In that case, D19 did not say anything else. He took two steps forward and lifted Brother Jue's wrist slightly. Then, D19 used his right thumb to press on a notch on the handcuffs.
In that moment, there was the sound of electricity. Then, Feng Bujue felt the pressure on his wrists lessen. The handcuffs deflated like a life buoy that had its air deflated, and very naturally, they fell from his hands.
"Unlocking by scanning a specific person's fingerprint …" At that moment, Brother Jue thought to himself, "The technology in this world sure is reasonable."
"Mr. Feng Bujue." After D19 removed the handcuffs, Professor Cox immediately said, "I hope you will not betray my trust in you and do something that will bring trouble to both of us."
"Save that kind of nonsense for other people, Doctor." Brother Jue rubbed his wrist and replied calmly, "You and I both know that if I intend to use violence, this pair of handcuffs … will not be able to stop me." He paused and added, "Actually, if I had that intention, from the beginning … I would not have let you put this thing on me."
Hearing that, Cox looked at Feng Bujue quietly for a few seconds.
Then, she snorted and glanced at the side of the room. "The coffee machine is over there. Please help yourself."
Feng Bujue understood that the other party was taking advantage of this opportunity to change the topic and start a new round of probing.
"You don't have to test me like that." Feng Bujue did not walk in the direction the man indicated because he knew it would be a waste of time. "I can tell you frankly that the technological system here is very different from the one in my 'world'."
That's what he meant — I don't know how to use that chandelier-like coffee maker.
In addition, Brother Jue was careful. He didn't say "your technology is more advanced than my world's". Instead, he said "the technology system is different". This way, the other party wouldn't be able to judge the technology level of Brother Jue based on the "age".
"Really?" When Cox heard this, he leaned back in his chair and said in a noncommittal tone, "I'd like to hear in detail … What is the technology system on your side?"
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "Sure." He paused for half a second before changing the topic. "If you have anything to say, wait until I've seen the information on SCP-3232."
"Humph …" Cox scoffed and replied, "I'm afraid I don't have the permission to show you the information on any project."
"Go ahead and apply." Feng Bujue replied without hesitation. He walked to the chair in front of the man's desk and sat down, crossing his legs.
"Mr. Feng Bujue, do you think this request of yours is reasonable?" Cox asked in a tone that was close to a question.
"Of course, it is reasonable." And Feng Bujue once again used a very fast speed to reply. "I am something that you cannot contain and cannot fully understand. You know that better than anyone else. You know that if I want to, I can disappear from your sight at any time and never return. You also know that … I can use violence to communicate with you, and I don't care about the risk that comes with that. " He spread out his hands and put on a very arrogant look. "To put it more clearly, if I want to leave, I can leave. Before I leave, I can kill you, or do something else … such as releasing some of the projects in your facility. No matter whether my operation will be stopped or not, for me … there is no harm in trying. "
At this point, Feng Bujue turned around and snapped his fingers at D19. "Excuse me, can you get me a cup of coffee without sugar?" Then, he turned to Professor Cox and said, "Professor, I believe you know very well what I'm talking about, or else at this moment … we wouldn't be sitting here talking to each other." A smile appeared on his lips. "You are a clever person. When I kicked away Mr. D19's duplicate, you knew that I wanted to negotiate with you. If not, I would have kicked more than one hundred people to death before I put on the handcuffs.
But … negotiation is not an interrogation. Both parties have a certain amount of 'bargaining chips'. Now, my bargaining chip … or rather, my 'choice' obviously has the upper hand, so I have more than enough reasons and conditions to make you compromise first. "
Brother Jue said all that in one breath. During the process, Professor Cox's expression changed multiple times before he entered a state of speechlessness.
Agent D19, on the other hand, maintained his expressionless face as he stood at the back, hesitating in his heart. "Should I go get him his coffee or not?"
"Please … wait for a moment." After a while, Professor Cox stood up. "I need to leave for a few minutes."
"Go ahead, I'm not going anywhere." Feng Bujue slumped into the chair and raised his hands as a pillow.
"Agent, give him the coffee." Before Cox walked out of the office, he said to D19.
D19 helplessly walked to the wall and started to operate the coffee machine.
Feng Bujue sat there and said without turning his head, "Mr. D19, I'm very curious … if I go over the desk now and touch Professor Cox's computer, what will you do?"
When Brother Jue said that, D19's action of getting the coffee froze. However, he quickly regained his composure and said coldly, "All the programs are encrypted. If you are not doing it yourself, you can only activate some of the system's basic programs."
"Ah … I knew it." Regarding this point, Feng Bujue had already guessed a thing or two. At the moment, he merely wanted to confirm his hypothesis through D19. "In an era where even handcuffs can be unlocked by scanning fingerprints, it must be very difficult to steal, right?"
"Even though you've led the conversation smoothly and used this conversational tone …" D19 said as he returned with a cup of coffee. "But your intention to get information about our world's technology … is quite obvious." He placed the coffee before Brother Jue. "Therefore, I refuse to answer this question of yours."
"Fine, then let's talk about something else." Feng Bujue shrugged. "How old are you this year? Are you married? Do you have children? Have you ever played a group [Beep — —] with your clones? "
…
After being bombarded by Brother Jue's trash talk for ten minutes, D19 was at the edge of collapse.
Thankfully, at that moment, Professor Cox returned.
"Mr. Feng Bujue." The professor walked through the door and said, "I've already reported your request to the higher-ups. We will need to wait for a while before we can get a clear response."
"Oh …" Brother Jue answered casually. The next second, he used a casual tone to say something that caused Professor Cox's expression to shift. "In other words … it will take some time to forge a file on SCP-3232, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Dr. Cox froze on the spot. She looked like a second-rate actress who had suddenly forgotten her lines on stage.
"Don't be so surprised," Feng Bujue said. "Before you left, I already knew what you were going to do." He sipped his coffee and said calmly, "In those ten minutes just now, you just ran to another room to observe my interaction with D19 and arranged for the document to be forged."
As he spoke, he turned around to smile at the professor. "Now, are you thinking … 'Could it be that he has secretly planted a listening device on me?' And when I asked that question, you immediately thought … 'Could it be that he can read people's minds?' "
"Can you do it?" Cox asked directly.
"No," Feng Bujue replied.
"You're a very annoying fellow. You know that yourself, don't you?" Cox's expression had become rather ugly when he answered this sentence.
"Yes, I am that charming." Feng Bujue replied with a cheeky grin. "But that is not the point …" He took another sip of coffee. "Professor, for a game like this, even if you find ten people of the same level as you, I can play with you for the whole day. However … even if I have the patience, I don't have the time. So, let me give you a piece of advice. Put away your tricks and save your colleagues some work. Hurry up and hand over the real information on SCP-3232 … I know you have the authority to do that. When you brought me into this office, I knew you were at least Member O5. "
Cox heard that and was silent for a moment. Then she turned to say to D19, "Agent, you can leave us for now."
This time, D19 did not express any objection. He turned and left without a word.
On one hand, D19 also understood that whether he was there or not would not make much of a difference. If Feng Bujue wanted to use violence, he would not be able to stop him.
On the other hand, D19 really did not want to be in the same room with Brother Jue anymore. In those ten minutes just now … he felt like he had been mentally corrupted. Now, he urgently needed to do an internal standard mental evaluation.
"Team 5, you all heard that, right?" One minute later, Professor Cox returned to her desk. She pressed a button on the desk and said into the communicator, "Don't make any more fake documents. Also … turn off the surveillance in the room."
Two seconds later, a reply came from the communicator, "Okay, professor. Then … do you want to keep the video surveillance? "
"Of course." When Cox replied, she raised her head to look at Brother Jue. "If the video surveillance is turned off, the target will kill me and escape the room. You won't even know."
"Er …" The person on the other end of the communicator reacted awkwardly. "Understood, professor."
After a short conversation, Professor Cox ended the call. By then, Agent D19 had already left the room.
Now, only Feng Bujue and Professor Cox were left in the office, and … their conversation was no longer monitored.
"I have come into contact with some projects that have higher intelligence," Professor Cox said as he worked on his computer. As Dr. Cox spoke, he began to operate his computer. "And you … may be the one that has frustrated me the most so far."
"Then, I am honored …" Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Before he finished, Professor Cox's hand left the optical keyboard. She used her finger to lightly push on the floating flat screen on the table and turned it to face Feng Bujue.
At that moment, SCP-3232, or Thriller Paradise's project file at the SCP Foundation, was displayed on the screen.
"Can this screen be controlled with a finger?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, his eyes were locked on the flat screen as he hurriedly collected the information on the screen.
"Yes, please." Cox placed her elbows on the table. She crossed her fingers and held her chin as she replied.
"Okay," Brother Jue answered and reached out to drag the scroll at the edge of the screen.
This meant that … he only used the time it took for the two sentences to finish reading the whole screen.
"Your reading speed is quite impressive." Professor Cox looked into Brother Jue's eyes and made an accurate observation.
"It's okay, I'm used to it," Feng Bujue replied.
"I've trained myself in this field, so I know … how difficult it is to be able to do what you did," Cox added.
"That's enough. If we continue this conversation, we'll be talking about the difference in talent." A normal person would stop there, but Brother Jue still wanted to add, "Your tears …"
…
One minute later, Feng Bujue finished reading all the information on SCP-3232.
In the process, he naturally realized … that this world was the same one that he had experienced as' Rudy Austin 'last time.
However, the era had been changed to the distant future.
Therefore, he immediately thought of two things that he needed to pay attention to.
First, the SCP-079 in this universe was no longer in existence.
Second, even though he had information on more than two thousand SCP projects in his mind, he had to consider the influence of 'time' on these projects.
For example … some biological projects might age or even die; some projects with limited resources might have been exhausted; some projects might be damaged, become obsolete, or lose their unique properties due to repeated use.
Considering the number, complexity, and unpredictability of SCP projects …
Then there were the various hypotheses of the foundation's discovery, destruction, and replacement projects over the years …
Even for Feng Bujue, it would take a long time to sort through all this information.
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