For Feng Bujue, it was not difficult for him to report the complete information of ten SCP projects, even if he took the "future" factor into account.
After all, he had more than two thousand SCP projects in his head, so he had a lot of options.
He only needed to pick out some "SCP projects that are almost impossible to change with the passage of time," and then summarize them.
Of course, when Brother Jue was narrating the file, he was careful. Even though he could have recited the file word for word, he did not do so.
He deliberately used a very simple and highly summarized way to describe the project information he knew.
For example, SCP-173, Brother Jue described it as "a concrete creation that will teleport over to snap your neck the moment it leaves your sight." While SCP-222, Brother Jue described it as "a sarcophagus that is located inside a tunnel on Mount Dolomites (Mount Dolomites, located in Aviano, Italy) that can replicate a living person." For examples like that, he only gave the serial number and characteristic. He did not even mention the level of the project.
This was undoubtedly a reflection of Feng Bujue's meticulous way of doing things.
Although the things he picked out were projects that were unlikely to be affected by time, after so many years, the files on these projects would more or less have been revised several times.
Perhaps some of the wording of the document would be changed, or perhaps a few experimental records would be added to the document, or perhaps... after enough research, the level of the project would be upgraded or downgraded.
Feng Bujue also took these into consideration.
Therefore, when he reported the information to Dr. Cox, he always used a more general way of describing the project.
Originally, this kind of file was not known to even the people inside the foundation (many project files were restricted by the level of access). Even if they knew, no one would recite the entire document in detail. Basically, everyone would just memorize the "concept" after reading it. Therefore, as long as Brother Jue said the project number and the basic characteristics of the project, the other party would not be able to detect any flaws.
...
"Okay... I've already said more than ten. Do you want to continue?"
Two minutes later, Feng Bujue used the speed of a crosstalk to describe the characteristics of more than ten events. Throughout the whole process, he kept an eye on Dr. Cox's expression. When he finished the twelfth project, he felt that the other party must have believed him, so he stopped and asked this question.
"This information..." Dr. Cox's expression was very serious. It was the kind of seriousness that could not be concealed. "Where did you get it?"
"Since the Golden Foundation can conduct research on the hyperdimension, then naturally, individuals or organizations from other dimensions … can come and study the Golden Foundation as well." Feng Bujue gave another plausible answer.
"Looks like..." Cox asked tentatively, "You've done quite a lot of research on us..."
"I can't tell you that." Feng Bujue mimicked the tone that D19 had used earlier and gave this answer without hesitation. He quickly changed the topic. "In any case, I have already proven that there is no need for me to pry into your intelligence. With regards to whether you will show me the observation record of SCP-3232 or not … honestly, I don't really care." He paused for a moment. "You were the one who asked me to explain the theory behind SCP-3232. Now, because you didn't provide me with the necessary conditions to explain it, I can't do it. So, that's your problem."
Even though Feng Bujue said "to be honest", what he said was basically not the truth.
He was indeed adept at deceiving others and bluffing his way out of the situation.
And the expression and actions he put on... were indeed "indifferent". It was very convincing.
"Phew..." Cox heard this and let out a long sigh. She leaned back in her chair.
At this moment, she raised her hand and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked at Brother Jue's face with a burning gaze. She did not say a word...
It was obvious that she was thinking and hesitating...
Feng Bujue, on the other hand, continued to use an enigmatic and cunning smile to respond to the man's every stare.
"Answer me one more question." After a moment, Cox spoke again. "If your answer is reasonable, I'll show you the observation records."
"Ask away." Feng Bujue answered.
When he said this word, Brother Jue was already prepared to deal with all kinds of questions.
"Why do you want to cooperate with me?" A second later, Cox asked. "Since you can leave our dimension at any time, what reason do you have to stay here and negotiate with me? What do you gain from this? "
"Ha..." Feng Bujue laughed. "I thought you were going to ask me something..." He picked up the coffee on the table and finished the last sip. "It's very simple. Because SCP-3232 suggested that I do it."
His answer this time was solid, and … he did not need to explain further because he had already said before that if he wanted to explain the theory behind SCP-3232, he would have to show him the data first.
Therefore, this answer, once again, was a checkmate for Dr. Cox.
In this round of communication, Feng Bujue only gave a dozen or so pieces of known information that were meaningless to both sides. He also used a series of logically sound lies that could not be verified and debunked... and successfully forced Dr. Cox to comply.
"Okay... I can show you the observation records." Dr. Cox stood up and said, "But we have to change locations."
"Okay." Feng Bujue also stood up. "Anywhere is fine."
...
Dr. Cox did not directly take Brother Jue out of the office. Even if she wanted to, it was against the rules.
After all, in the eyes of the doctor, Feng Bujue was still "SCP-3232-1". No matter how good he was at talking, he was still a project, or rather, a derivative of a project.
Therefore, the doctor still had to follow the procedure...
First, she gave an order to the outside world through the communicator and summoned a few guards who were responsible for escorting the target.
Then, she said goodbye to Brother Jue and quickly left the room.
For the next few minutes, Feng Bujue and the few guards in the office looked at each other, waiting for the doctor to arrange the next step.
After a few minutes, Dr. Cox returned to the office and called Feng Bujue. Then, the two of them, accompanied by the guards, set off to their destination.
This time, under the doctor's request, the guards did not handcuff Brother Jue.
Just like that, they left the office and walked for a while before entering an elevator. The elevator finally stopped on the second floor (they were on the fourth floor just now). Then, under the guidance of the doctor, they walked into a cylindrical corridor that was transparent on three sides (except for the bottom).
As they walked through the corridor, Feng Bujue looked through the glass surrounding the corridor (or maybe it wasn't glass, but some other transparent building material) and saw the scenery outside the building.
As far as his eyes could see, he saw a forest. Although the forest was not dense, he could tell that this was the kind of wilderness that was far away from the city. It was a place that normal people would never set foot in in their entire lives.
Also, he could see that the corridor was completely exposed to the outside world. At both ends of the corridor, there were two large buildings that were hidden under optical camouflage.
"So, that's how it is … Using this corridor to divide the base into two parts, this way … when some projects fail, it can minimize the loss and death of the facilities." Before they finished the corridor, Brother Jue opened his lips to give his opinion.
"Hmph. To put it bluntly, in the event of an emergency, we can immediately abandon half of the people and equipment in the base, right?" Professor Cox continued, "Personally, I am very opposed to this method. Unfortunately, most of the people in the upper management … or should I say, most of the men …" She paused and made a quotation mark with her hand. Then, she turned to look at Brother Jue. "… all of them think that this is the most reasonable and rational plan."
The doctor's tone of voice clearly showed her dissatisfaction. Even the guards could tell that she had a disagreement with the higher management. She also had a certain degree of discrimination against women.
"Hah …" The next second, Feng Bujue chuckled coldly and continued, "Professor, do you think … this method is a bit lacking in humanity?"
"Isn't it?" Cox asked.
Feng Bujue did not answer her question. Instead, he said, "So, when an emergency happens, the decision to blow up half of the base is not made by 'people'."
"Hmm?" When Professor Cox heard this, she seemed to have realized something. "You …"
Although she had already realized that Brother Jue was testing her, she adjusted her expression before she turned around. Unfortunately, the three guards on the left, right, and back of Brother Jue had already used their facial expressions to answer Brother Jue's question. (The guards were not commandos, so they did not wear helmets.)
"How do I know?" After Feng Bujue finished his test, he wanted to take the opportunity to show off. He quickly took over the doctor's words and laughed. "Haha … Isn't it obvious?" He paused for half a second before he continued, "When an emergency happens, it is undoubtedly unreasonable to let someone or a group of people outside the base decide whether to blow up half of the base. When the time comes, it will be difficult to report the situation here to the outside world in a timely manner. Not to mention, even if the report is reported in a timely manner, the people outside the base will not know the specific situation here. Their decision could very well be wrong. "
As Feng Bujue spoke, he gestured with his hands. His action made the three guards nervous. They almost grabbed their stun batons and stabbed him.
Fortunately, they soon realized that Brother Jue was only using his body language to accompany his narration.
"Then, is it okay to give the decision to blow up half of the base to someone in the base?" Feng Bujue continued. "Without a doubt, that is even more impossible." He turned his head sideways and looked at the guard on his left. "For example, brother. If I give you this right, during an emergency … If you are in the facility where the accident happened, what will you do?"
The guard naturally heard Brother Jue's question, but he did not answer. According to the rules, unless it was absolutely necessary, he had to avoid interacting with people or things that were being escorted.
"Another example is … If you are not in the facility where the accident happened, but 90% of the people in the facility are on the opposite side. There are your colleagues, friends, or other people who care about you … What will you do?" Feng Bujue continued, but he did not intend to listen to the guard's answer. This question was the same whether he answered or not. As long as his point of view was clear, it was fine.
"So … it is not okay to let the people in the base make the decision." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue said with certainty.
"Hmph … Okay, you guessed it right." Since Brother Jue already knew, Professor Cox had nothing to hide. "The self-destruction program of the base is completely controlled by the computer. The computer will not hesitate. As long as the 'trigger condition' is met, it will immediately start the corresponding process."
This … This was a very important piece of information.
It was also the biggest breakthrough Feng Bujue had made so far in his probing and intelligence gathering.
After knowing this piece of information, Brother Jue's plan, which had many variables in his mind, suddenly became clear …
"I don't like to rely on guesses for everything." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue used the same pretentious tone as before. "That is called inference … Inference Nong Xiao, don't you know?" When he said the last half of the sentence, he purposely used a mixture of Shanghainese and Sichuan dialect. The weird accent made him sound even more despicable.
"It was just a wild guess from a limited number of hypotheses, and from the reaction of the guards, I knew that I guessed it right." Professor Cox did not want to be outdone. She looked back at Brother Jue and said, "This kind of reverse reasoning and self-justification is something anyone can do …"
"Aiyaya … So, you've seen through me." To her surprise, Feng Bujue admitted it with an embarrassed smile.
His eccentric and unpredictable personality, which seemed to change all the time, really made Cox very depressed … because she never knew what kind of reaction he would have next.
…
Not long after, the doctor led the four men behind him to the end of the corridor.
After passing through an electronic door, they entered the "left half" of the facility.
Less than five seconds after they entered the left half, suddenly …
"Ah! Oh yeah! "Feng Bujue suddenly stood still and said loudly.
The doctor and the guards all turned their heads to look at him as if they were facing a great enemy … Three electric batons were already raised.
"Um …" Brother Jue looked at them and put on a very serious expression. "I want to … use the bathroom."
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