"Hah … Since I have the time to poke fun at you …" Feng Bujue replied with a smile. "Then, this means that the problem before us is not that complicated."
Actually, when Brother Jue touched the box, he had already received the system notification. "Requires the key to SCP-1998's safe to open."
When a player tried to open a safe in the scenario, there was a big difference between having a notification and not having one. If there was no notification or the notification stated that the box could not be opened, then the item inside the box would have been set as' unobtainable 'by the system. However, if the notification stated that the key was required, then there was a way to open it.
"Oh?" Billy heard that and thought about it for two seconds. "You've received the system notification?"
Even though Billy could not hear the notification, he could tell that from Brother Jue's reaction.
"That's right." Feng Bujue replied. "Based on the notification … we should be able to find the key to this safe somewhere."
"Then, doesn't that bring us back to the problem?" Billy asked. "As I said earlier, the key has to be with those two, and those two are either …"
"Enough, enough, you don't have to repeat yourself. I'm not Alzheimer's." Brother Jue cut him off. "Let me ask, who is the person responsible for this floor? After today's blackout, have you paid any attention to his movements? "
"Hmm …" Billy thought for a moment and replied, "Dr. Jonathan is in charge of this floor. He's a Belgian guy in his fifties, and he's quite accomplished in theoretical physics." He paused. "As for what he did after the power outage … I'm not very clear about it. Don't forget, B3 has its own power supply, so the blackout did not affect this place much. However, the broadcast at the time requested everyone to evacuate to the emergency shelter, so the people on this floor were evacuated as well. "
"Are you sure … everyone on this floor has safely evacuated?" Feng Bujue asked.
"At least, when you and the security team entered B3, there was no one else on this floor," Billy replied. "Regarding their fate after they left B3, I have no idea … Be it the stairwell or the corridor, they are all beyond my sensing range."
"Hmm?" Feng Bujue still could not get rid of his habit of trying to get information out of other people. "Isn't the range of perception expanded in a circle?"
"That's under normal circumstances." Billy replied. "But this is the SCP Foundation's Di Virtual Sector. They are very skilled in the use of spatial technology. In fact... it's far beyond my imagination." He raised his finger and pointed at the ceiling. "How high do you think this floor is? Five meters? Eight meters? " Before Brother Jue could answer, he said, "Don't think that the height you passed in the stairwell is the actual height of each floor. Even I don't know how high each floor is. It wouldn't be surprising if there were abysses between the floors."
"Oh, no wonder they don't have elevators," Feng Bujue said thoughtfully.
"In short, I don't know where Dr. Jonathan went. When we evacuated, the floor was full of people. At that time, I didn't have the strength or the reason to accurately find his movements in the crowd." Billy brought the topic back and continued, "In addition... even if we now presume that Dr. Jonathan has successfully arrived at the emergency shelter, there are still two problems … First, that area is under heavy security. Even if the security personnel there don't know what you look like, you appeared so long after the alarm sounded … You will be arrested or executed. Second... even if you were lucky enough to sneak into the emergency shelter and find Dr. Jonathan, the key may not be with him. Taking a step back, even if the key is with him, how can you seize the key, escape the emergency shelter, and return to B3? "
"That makes sense." Feng Bujue said, "Then we might as well put this assumption aside for the time being and talk about other possibilities. For example..." He touched his chin and said, "The doctor was killed by an SCP project member who escaped from another floor during the evacuation, and his body with the key is now lying quietly in the stairwell or somewhere in the freight corridor …"
"Relatively speaking, the situation you described should be the most optimistic assumption," Billy said. "But, there is an even more pessimistic assumption..."
"You mean... the key is in the hands of the person in charge of this base?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes," Billy replied. "And the person in charge of this base, Kozmo, is in a place that is even more heavily guarded than the emergency shelter — the B9 command center."
"In other words... if the key is really in Kozmo's hands, then the possibility of me getting the key and returning to get the gun is very slim," Feng Bujue muttered.
"Infinitely close to zero," Billy replied.
"Ha … very good." Feng Bujue smiled. "Following this train of thought, this assumption can be eliminated directly."
Once he said that, Billy seemed to have realized something. "Because the system will not set up an impossible chain of actions, right?"
"Bingo!" Brother Jue snapped his fingers. "Since the system gave the hint that this chest can be opened, then it must have set up a feasible chain of actions to unlock it. If the difficulty of unlocking this chest is harder than clearing the scenario, then wouldn't this setting be meaningless? "
"Based on what you're saying, the chance of Jonathan dying outside the emergency shelter with the key is very high?" Billy followed Brother Jue's train of thought.
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded. "Of course, based on my understanding of the Nightmare mode scenario and my own personality … I believe … the chance of Professor Jonathan being in the emergency shelter is very high."
Bang bang bang!
Just as the two of them were discussing, suddenly, a series of loud explosions came from afar.
In this base with sturdy walls, for the sound to travel so far, something very serious must have happened.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue asked. "Could it be that one of the nearby projects has escaped?"
"That's unlikely," Billy replied. "As I said, the power outage did not affect this floor." He paused for half a second before adding, "The 513 alarm that you heard earlier was caused by my manipulation. At the time, the other projects were still in containment, so they did not go out of control. "
"Then, this is …" Feng Bujue was confused.
"Hmm …" Billy thought about it and said, "Since about ten minutes ago, I've been focusing my sensory ability on the seven security team members, and my sensory ability on other areas has basically stopped." He added, "Presumably … someone or 'something' has sneaked in."
"Then, remove the monitoring," Feng Bujue said. "Change it to a global sensory ability."
"Ah … I'm doing it now." When Billy said this, he had indeed removed the monitoring on Gore and the others, and changed his sensory ability to a wide-area, broad form.
However …
"Ugh …" Two seconds later, Billy suddenly groaned, and his whole body shook.
He seemed to have been hit by some kind of invisible force, and he fell off Feng Bujue's shoulder and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Brother Jue reacted quickly and caught Billy, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Hey!" Feng Bujue stared at the repulsive puppet in his hand, but there was no change in the latter's expression. "What's wrong with you?" He shook Billy. "Speak!"
At this time, Billy seemed to have 'fainted' … He was motionless, like a real puppet.
"What's going on …" Feng Bujue's mind raced. "Has he been hit by some kind of mental attack?" He tucked Billy under his arm and turned to walk out the door. "There's something that can use mental power to knock Billy out?"
As he thought about it, he started to run.
"This is bad … Once this guy faints, the video and audio surveillance on this floor will be restored, and the security team will be able to contact their superiors." Feng Bujue did not stop running, and he thought to himself. "If I'm not wrong, I'm now under surveillance again … If I stay where I am and hesitate, I'll soon be caught again …"
"Bang bang bang!"
As he approached the corner of the corridor, the sound in front of him became louder and louder, and it sounded like a powerful physical attack on the metal wall.
"Humph … This doesn't sound good …" Even so, Feng Bujue had no intention of stopping.
He knew very well that in this kind of nightmare, survival was a common thing. Anyway, for now … whether it was in terms of time or space, he did not have any room to maneuver.
"Bang!" "Boom!"
It did not take long for him to reach the corner of the corridor. The closer he got, the more certain Brother Bujue was that it was the sound of battle coming from the front.
Furthermore, this was not a battle between normal humans; it was a battle between creatures that were far more powerful than normal humans.
For the players of Thriller Paradise, this sound was not unfamiliar. Scenario bosses, high-level players, powerful NPCs, and so on … This was the sound of a battle between superhumans.
"I wonder what it is …" Finally, Feng Bujue rushed out of the corner with a trace of curiosity.
But what the heck …
"Where … is this …"
Blank … A strange blankness.
The sound and the image stopped, and the memory was mysteriously cut off.
One second earlier, Feng Bujue had been running with Billy in his arms, and the next second, he was sitting alone inside a small room of ten square meters, and his wrists and ankles were handcuffed.
"What happened?" Brother Jue suddenly felt a headache coming on. This was the first time that he had experienced this kind of memory jumping. "What … did I just see?" he mumbled to himself. "No … not just now. Since I walked into that corridor, it has been forty … no, fifty minutes …"
He seemed to have 'remembered' something, but at the same time, he had 'forgotten' it. This process was like a visible psychological disorientation, and it caused him considerable discomfort and mental pain.
Buzz buzz!
Just as Brother Jue was struggling with this strange feeling, the electronic door of the room opened.
A woman in a white coat walked in.
She was Caucasian, about forty years old. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her curly hair was tied behind her head.
"Hello, Mr. Austin." After she entered the room, she walked to the seat opposite Feng Bujue and sat down. She greeted Brother Jue. "I'm Dr. Mara, and I have a few questions for you." While speaking, she inadvertently glanced at the camera in the corner of the ceiling.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue also raised his eyes to look. In this small room that could only accommodate one table and two chairs, there were actually two cameras installed, and they probably had an audio recording function.
"First of all, please describe the project you saw earlier." Dr. Mara saw that Brother Jue did not express any objection, so she asked directly.
"What project?" Feng Bujue replied, "Billy?"
"No." Mara said, "It was the one you saw when you took Billy into the corridor." She paused. "'It' was fighting with our agents."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Feng Bujue replied, "I don't think I have witnessed any battle in my memory, although I seem to have heard the sound of battle …"
"Then do you remember what you did during this time?" Mara asked again.
"I …" Feng Bujue also wanted to know the answer to this question. That memory was clearly in his mind, but it seemed to be blocked and unreachable. Every time he tried to recall it, he would have an indescribable sense of discomfort. "… I don't know." He simply gave such an answer and asked in return, "You have surveillance, right? You should be the one to tell me this. "
Mara stared at Brother Jue for a few seconds, but did not respond to his question. Instead, she changed the subject and continued to ask, "How did you get here? Do you remember?"
"I was …" Feng Bujue remembered this question. "I was arrested and sent here by the Nine-Tailed Fox team."
Mara's expression changed slightly. "Where did you hear the name Nine-Tailed Fox?"
Feng Bujue sneered and did not answer.
"Where did you … get the information about Project 106 and Project 513?" Mara asked again.
"Ma 'am." At this time, Feng Bujue had regained his usual calmness. "Why don't we make a deal …" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he cast a perverted look at the middle-aged woman in front of him. "Every time you answer a question of mine, I will answer one of yours."
"Haha …" Dr. Mara put on a fake smile. "Even if I'm Jodie Foster, you're not Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Austin." She paused for a moment. "Please answer my questions seriously, otherwise … you will be sent to a more severe interrogation system."
"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and replied in an indifferent tone.
"All right then." Dr. Mara sighed and left her seat.
"Oh … by the way, doctor." Just as she walked to the door of the room, Brother Jue suddenly spoke again. "Do you remember the question you asked me at the beginning?"
"What question?" Mara replied.
"The project number … is 55, right?" After a few minutes of conversation, Feng Bujue had already cleared his mind and found an SCP project in his mind. It just happened to explain his memory loss.
…
[Project Number: SCP-055]
[Project Classification: Keter]
[Special Containment Measures: The object is kept in a square room built with cement walls of 5 by 5 by 2.5 meters (the wall thickness is about 50 centimeters). There is a static barrier outside the cement wall. The entrance is blocked by a heavy door of 2 by 2.5 meters. If it is not kept open, the door will automatically close and lock.
Security guards will be placed inside SCP-055's room. It is strongly recommended that all personnel studying other SCP objects keep at least 50 meters away from this room. Please do not question the reasonableness of this request.]
[Description: SCP-055 is a "self-sealing secret" or "anti-mental virus". The physical properties of SCP-055, such as its nature, behavior, and origin, are all independently classified and explained by the following entries:
The method of capturing SCP-055 is unknown.
When it was captured, and by whom, these are all unknown.
The physical properties of SCP-055 are unknown, but it is not indescribable or invisible. It is normal for people to walk into SCP-055's room and observe it, then think, take notes, draw sketches, take pictures, and even video recordings. There are a lot of such records in the files. However, the monitoring personnel said that after such observation, the information would quickly fade from people's minds.
When personnel were sent to describe SCP-055, they would feel their consciousness waning and quickly lose interest in the task. When personnel were sent to take sketches of SCP-055's photos, they would not be able to remember what the photos looked like. When personnel were sent to observe SCP-055's CCTV footage, they would be exhausted and lose the relevant memories for about an hour.
Who authorized SCP-055 to be sealed in such a room, why it was built, and why it was built in such a way are all unknown.
Although SCP-055's room is easy to enter, no one has been able to grasp the relevant knowledge of SCP-055.
All of these situations are periodically discovered by random readers of the files. Many people are alerted, but it only lasts for a few minutes before people forget about it.
There are a lot of scientific records and files about SCP-055, but there is no way to study them. The foundation has made more than one attempt to destroy SCP-055 or move it to another location, but for some reason, they all failed.
SCP-055 might be a serious threat, and it might have already killed thousands of people, but we do not know about it. It is obvious that it will cause a terrifying memetic influence, so we have defined it as a Keter class.]
[Document # 055-1: Analysis of SCP-055.
The author of the document thought. SCP-055 was voluntarily taken in by the foundation, or it was an agent that was remotely controlled. It was placed in the foundation by another party for the following purposes:
1. Silently observe and interfere with the foundation's activities.
2. Silently observe or interfere with other SCP areas.
3. Silently observe or interfere with the human world.
4. Silently observe or interfere with other SCP objects.
5. Silently observe or interfere with [DATA BLOCKED].
Any action taken against this potential threat seems to be meaningless, or at least theoretically impossible.]
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