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Chapter 901

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"You mean to say … there is a project in B3 that can allow us to teleport?" Gore asked.

"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "If you still want to live, I suggest … you come with me to find that thing and then leave this base."

"Humph … What a joke …" Gore laughed coldly. "You want us to disobey orders and help you, a D-grade personnel, escape with just a few words?"

"It's just a runaway 106, we're not scared out of our wits." Dan added. "Even if we can't contact the command center, it doesn't mean anything."

After these two expressed their stance, the other five members also expressed their agreement. It looked like … Brother Jue's plan did not work.

"If that's the case … then I have nothing else to say." Feng Bujue did not panic. He stood up and patted the dust off his body. "Do whatever you want."

"Even if you don't tell me, I will," Gore replied. Then he turned around and said, "Everyone, pay attention. We're heading toward the cargo corridor."

"Cargo corridor?" Feng Bujue was confused. "There's such a thing?"

"Ha … What did you think …" Gore looked at Brother Jue and laughed. "You said B3 would come to B3 just because you said so? Of course, I came in after making sure there was a way out. "

"Tsk …" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself. "This is Nightmare difficulty after all. These NPCs are not easy to deal with …"

Brother Jue's initial plan was … no matter what, he had to trick these people into following him into the Anomalous Project's containment facility. Then, he only needed to act according to the situation and come up with some random excuse to overturn the theory of 'spatial transference'.

But he did not expect these people to be able to stick to their bottom line and not fall for his trick …

"Kid, I'm warning you." After the team resumed their journey, Gore turned to Brother Jue and said, "The order we received did not say that we have to bring anyone back alive. If you try to play any more tricks …"

"Are you going to turn me into a corpse and carry me back?" Feng Bujue continued, "Alright, I understand …" He was still pretending to be calm. "Since you are so stubborn, I have no other choice. I can only wish you good luck."

Although he said "good luck", Brother Jue was actually praying that they would encounter something similar to 106 soon. Only that kind of real, fatal threat could change the current situation.

Clang clang … Clang clang clang …

Fortunately or unfortunately, Brother Jue's wish came true very quickly.

Just as the group was rushing towards the freight channel, the ringing of a bell entered their ears.

This was not the crisp sound of a small bell. Instead, it was a deeper and thicker sound.

"This … What's going on …" Gorr, who was walking at the front, froze. He muttered to himself, his tone showing unprecedented panic and fear.

"Hey … Did you guys see that …" Another team member not far from him immediately spoke up.

"Of … Of course we saw it …" Another person stammered, "What the hell is that …"

"It should be SCP-513-1." At this time, Feng Bujue also chimed in.

Only Brother Jue's tone was normal. Unlike the others … who more or less showed a certain degree of fear.

"What the hell is that?" Dan asked loudly.

"Didn't you all see 'it'?" Feng Bujue replied calmly, "That's what it is."



[Project Number: SCP-513]

[Project Grade: Euclid]

[Special Containment Measures: SCP-513 should be suspended in one cubic meter of gelatin. The whole body should be placed in a soundproof containment room with environmental control devices. The gelatin must be inspected daily for damage or loss of quality. After any earthquake, explosion, or ultrasonic event above level 2, this gelatin should undergo an emergency inspection. The personnel carrying out this inspection should always wear earplugs and anti-cold earmuffs in the containment room of SCP-513.

If there is any damage to the gelatin (such as tearing, tearing, shredding, melting, mold, etc.), SCP-513 should immediately be removed and placed in a new replacement gelatin block by a team of D-class personnel who were surgically deafened. During this process, no other personnel are allowed to enter this containment room.

Any perceptive creatures exposed to SCP-513 should be monitored by at least two security personnel at all times. Under no circumstances should these victims be sedated or put into an unconscious state. Any victims who enter an unconscious state should be executed immediately.

D-class personnel should be executed when the initial psychological damage occurs. Other exposed victims can be executed if they request it.

If possible, the moment SCP-513-1 enters your field of vision, it should be captured.]

[Description: Physically, SCP-513 is a heavily rusted cowbell with nothing special about it. Because of the severe rust on its surface, no markings or engravings were found. Attempts to remove the rust on its surface using chemical or physical methods have all failed.

SCP-513 was discovered by a [REDACTED] agent when he was re-establishing Site [REDACTED] as a containment measure for Mu. The tongue of SCP-513 was firmly secured with several strips of tape. A piece of paper was also discovered with SCP-513 (see Appendix).

Any sound made by SCP-513 will immediately cause all perceptive creatures who hear it to panic. This effect has nothing to do with these creatures' previous psychological state.

Victims exposed to this effect report that they are being stared at by an invisible entity, and show an increase in heart rate and blood pressure.

After an hour of exposure to SCP-513, victims will catch a glimpse of SCP-513-1 when they open a door, walk past a mirror, turn their head, or do anything that will cause their vision to suddenly change.

Victims all say that as soon as SCP-513-1 is seen, it will immediately turn around and run away, leaving no trace behind before disappearing. Questioning of the surrounding personnel shows that those who are not exposed to SCP-513 are unable to see SCP-513-1.

The "glimpse" of SCP-513-1 will occur repeatedly after 14 to 237 minutes. SCP-513-1's "stealth" behavior will cause severe sleep loss for victims, because the sleeper will be constantly disturbed by SCP-513-1 during their sleep. Victims who are able to sleep before SCP-513-1 appears report that they will be physically attacked by SCP-513-1.

When the victim wakes up, SCP-513-1 will escape as usual. This sleep loss, as well as the psychological stress induced by SCP-513-1's behavior, usually leads to delusions, hostility, overvigilance, and depression. In all the tests, except for one victim, all ended with the victim committing suicide.

The description of SCP-513-1's appearance is very unreliable. Victims are unable to give a complete visual description due to exhaustion, damaged psychological state, and chaotic overvigilance. However, all the interrogations so far indicate that SCP-513-1 is a thin humanoid creature with a pair of abnormally large hands.

[Appendix: The text on the shredded paper.

You have seen it, now it can hear you.

You have touched it, now it can see you.

Don't shake it, if you hear it, it can touch you.]



"A Cowbell" was the name of this SCP-513-1.

This was a very scary project. Although it couldn't be said that it had any malice towards mankind, the effect it induced was enough to make a horror film series.

Just now, Feng Bujue and the seven security team members around him heard the cowbell made by SCP-513-1. As a result, the eight of them were inevitably affected by the project.

However … for Feng Bujue, who had lost his fear, "panic" did not exist. Although he also saw SCP-513-1, he didn't feel afraid at all.

"Don't worry, that thing won't appear again for a while." Brother Jue said to the security team members in a very relaxed tone, "Let's continue."

"You're lying!" At this moment, Dan's voice was trembling. "Why do I feel like … he … he's' staring 'at me …"

"Yeah … I feel the same way."

"Me too …"

The other security team members also responded one after another.

"So what if he's' staring '?" Feng Bujue said, "Everyone who hears the cowbell will be stared at by him. I can also feel his gaze, but that's not a big deal …" He was definitely speaking without thinking. "SCP-513-1 can't cause us any physical harm. To put it bluntly … he's something that exists in the 'conscious world'. As long as we stay awake, then the only thing he can do … is to keep flashing in our line of sight to scare us."

"You kid …" At this time, Gore was the first to calm down. "How do you know all this?" Previously, when he heard Brother Jue talk about the case of 106, he felt that something was wrong. This time, he felt that the situation was even more strange. "You keep saying that you're a D-level personnel, but you seem to know the information of the foundation's projects like the back of your hand … No matter what abnormality appears in front of you, you can immediately identify which project it is …" He raised the muzzle. "Tell me! Who are you? "

"Oh …" Feng Bujue made an unfathomable expression again. "Since you don't trust me at all, why ask so many times? Even if I answer this question, you might not believe me, right? "

"Hmph …" Gore snorted and didn't ask any more questions because Brother Jue was right.

"By the way …" Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spoke again. "Compared to my identity, don't you think … there's another thing worth thinking about?"

"Oh? What is it? "Gore asked.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Brother Jue's expression darkened. "Who rang SCP-513?"

As soon as this was said, the seven security personnel were collectively stunned.

"And the timing of the bell was perfect …" Feng Bujue said as he turned his head and looked at a fork in the road beside him. The sign at the fork in the road had the words "SCP-513 Containment Room". "There's no doubt … the soundproofing of this containment room has been damaged or turned off, and … the cowbell happened to ring when we passed by here … Haha … It feels like a premeditated attack …"

"Ignore him!" Gore ignored Brother Jue's sarcastic words and ordered stubbornly, "No matter what happened in that containment room, it has nothing to do with our mission. Keep moving!"



At the same time, in the command center.

"Still can't get the image?" Officer Kozmo asked the staff next to him again.

"No," the staff member replied.

"How's the communication going?"

"The other party keeps sending communication requests, but every time we pick up, we can only hear a series of noisy sound waves."

"Hmm …" After hearing this, Kozmo fell into deep thought.

It turned out that ever since Brother Jue and the seven security personnel escaped into B3, all the video and audio signals on the third basement floor were cut off …

From the results of the computer analysis, the wiring was normal and did not look like a mechanical failure. It could not be a problem with the power supply either … The third basement floor and the command center both had dedicated power generators. Even if 106 had destroyed the power supply room, it would not have affected these two places.

"Officer." A moment later, Agent Steven, who was standing not far away, saw the troubled look on Kozmo's face. He stepped forward and reminded him, "Could it be … a project that caused the monitoring equipment to not work properly?"

Kozmo turned to look at him. "Before you said anything, I was already thinking … which project had this characteristic."

As the person in charge of this base, Kozmo could basically recite the names, code names, and corresponding characteristics of all the projects in the facility.

"Oh? Do you have a clue? Officer, "Steven asked.

"Yes," Kozmo replied calmly. Kozmo replied calmly, "As far as I know, there is no SCP in B3 that can do this."

"Uh … this …" Steven did not seem to understand what the officer meant.

After a two-second pause, Kozmo said, "Then there is only one possibility left …" He paused. "It's the Anomalous project that has yet to be established."

When Steven heard this, his expression changed. "Officer, that project is …"

"Take a look for yourself." As Kozmo spoke, he picked up a document from the console in front of him and handed it to Steven.

Steven took the document and looked at it closely …

[Project to be evaluated: Anomalous-01]

[Project Level:?]

[Special Containment Measures: Anomalous-01 should be stored in a cuboid alloy container of 1.5 cubic meters. The container is made of [REDACTED] as the main material. The container should be placed in a standard containment unit of 5 by 5 meters. The room must be under constant surveillance.

Before the end of the evaluation, other than the testers, no one below Level 5 is allowed to communicate or come into contact with Anomalous-01. All personnel who interact with this project must undergo a psychological evaluation immediately after leaving the containment measures. If there are any abnormalities, it is recommended that they be executed on the spot.]

[Description: Anomalous-01 is a humanoid puppet about one meter tall that calls itself "Billy". Its body size is close to that of a human child. It is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a red bow tie. It is wearing a pair of red shoes and white gloves.

Anomalous-01's head is obviously larger than its body. Black hair "grows" from the back of its head. Its face is like a white mask. Its protruding cheekbones have a red spiral pattern. Its eye sockets are black. It has a red iris and black pupils.

Anomalous-01's mouth is painted with red lipstick. It has a chin that can move up and down, and it is constantly smiling.

Anomalous-01 has a hoarse voice that is like a voice changer.

Anomalous-01 is not a still object. It is very clear that it is a "living object".

The results of the X-ray examination showed that Anomalous-01's structure is no different from a normal puppet. However, its clothes, hair, shoes, and other items cannot be separated.

It has been proven that conventional weapons have no effect on Anomalous-01. The application to use chemical weapons has not been approved.

On the 148th day after SCP-079 went missing, Anomalous-01 suddenly appeared in the containment facility of SCP-079. The surveillance showed that it appeared from a "space-time rift".

The MTF team near the facility was immediately dispatched to capture it.

During the capture process, Anomalous-01 put up a very strong resistance. It used a powerful ability that is suspected to be psychokinesis to cause [REDACTED] on the relevant facility.

After being captured, Anomalous-01 tried to escape many times. It also showed that it has a good understanding of other SCP projects. In a total of [REDACTED] attempts to escape, Anomalous-01 caused a considerable amount of damage.

In the communication with Dr. [REDACTED] and many researchers, Anomalous-01 has shown a very high IQ and EQ. He was usually able to dominate the conversation with his polite manner and profound psychological knowledge. Many recordings show that his favorite sentence is "I want to play a game with you."

The evaluation of Anomalous-01 will undoubtedly take a long time. This information is still in the process of being completed. Considering the unique nature of the project, it is recommended that a "disguise file" be established first.]

After reading the document, Steven broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sir …" He looked at Kozmo. "Do you mean … this project might have already escaped?"

"Ha … what do you mean by 'might'?" Kozmo replied. "I'm sure that Billy has' already 'escaped." He paused. "I participated in the capture operation a few months ago. Even now, the memory is still fresh in my mind … The danger level of that puppet is no less than any Keter level project. It's just that it doesn't have that obvious hostility toward humans." He mumbled, "Personally, I feel like … Billy is more like a highly intelligent life form that came here from another dimension with a purpose …"

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