I’m In Charge of SCP

SCP World, March 1st, 2222.

After a series of reviews, Yang Xue returned to work at Site-14. The position was the same as Simmons, still the Deputy Head of Experiments. Originally, she should have been promoted directly to Experiment Supervisor upon her return. But the experience of being captured by the Chaos Insurgency affected her path to promotion.

Actually, this was understandable. Yang Xue was captured by the enemy and brainwashed using a particular spell, although no abnormalities could be detected in the examination. No one dared to guarantee that nothing would go wrong with her.

The Foundation had already given Zhang Jue a chance for her to keep the position as a Deputy Head of Experiments. Few staff members who were close to Yang Xue fought for her that the Foundation had gone too far in hindering Yang Xue's path of career.

They were nice to Yang Xue even when she arrived here. Something like that was not needed in her eyes, not to mean that she's a cold person. Yang Xue herself is not too fond of such things. As long as the experiment and work can be carried out normally, then she doesn't care what rank she will be placed at.

What she was most concerned about now was the matter of Zhang Jue. A few days ago, after the help of the hypnotist psychiatrist. She had completely remembered what had happened in the corridor that day.

According to her memory, it was a woman's hand that had pushed Zhang Jue. She saw a ring that Yang Xue had never seen before on her observation.

According to the video surveillance, there were eight female researchers in the corridor at that time. Yang Xue was not familiar with them but definitely knew all of them. Based on her memory alone, no one seemed to have a ring like that.

Zhang Jue is a man, something like this shouldn't be done by him. After returning to Site-14, Yang Xue personally helped him visit everyone who was present at the time. In addition to the two who died from the infiltration. As for the others, Yang Xue went to their dormitories.

The reason used was to catch up on old times. She had just returned, and it was only right to give them some gifts. But she returned disappointed again. As she expected, no one had that kind of ring, and even the hand features were not quite the same.

The hand looked like it came from a person who didn't exist. Whenever she thought of this matter in the middle of the night, Yang Xue couldn't help but feel a bad feeling around her body. She does not believe in ghosts, but in this world, anything can happen.

...

Zhang Jue saw her teared up over it, so he advised her to relax. After all, the enemies were like tigers, and he was invincible. But he said that every time, which did nothing but get a blank stare from Yang Xue.

After a while, Zhang Jue was too lazy to care about her. Returned to Site-14, Zhang Jue resumed his life as an idle person. He ate and drank and didn't act like a person who knew that the world would end in three years.

When Smith raised his questions, Zhang Jue was still perking up.

"Smith, let me ask you something. Since the end of the world is coming, do you have the ability to prevent it?"

Smith shook his head, "No."

"Then why would you be worried about it!" Zhang Jue grunted and added, "Do you think I have the ability to prevent it?"

Smith thought back to the series of events that had happened since he met Zhang Jue and replied very seriously, "No one else can, but Advisor Zhang might be able to."

Zhang Jue kicked him in the ass, "Then why would you be worried about it!"

Smith could see that Zhang Jue could always answer him with that phrase no matter what he said, and there was no sense of contradiction. In terms of lousiness, there was no match for Zhang Jue. He simply stayed honestly by Zhang Jue's side and watched him play the game.

"Advisor Zhang, if you don't TP right now. Your base will be destroyed."

"What do you know? How will your teammates appreciate you if you can't save the world at the last minute?"

"All I know is that your teammates will report you if you're two seconds late."

"Report me? Nice try! That's something only I can do. By the way, Smith. Has your Chinese improved to this level?"

"..."

As the two men spoke, Simmons walked in from outside. Looking at Zhang Jue's full concentration on playing the game, he and Smith exchanged a glance, and both showed a helpless expression.

No matter what time of day, Advisor Zhang was always relaxed. But Simmons hadn't come to see Zhang Jue. He had come to say goodbye to Smith. Zhang Jue had saved Smith's life and let him join the Foundation, so he had a great debt to Smith.

After returning to Site-14, Smith refused the Foundation's offer to transfer him to the headquarters. Intending to stay with Zhang Jue. But Zhang Jue had given him a mission. He had to leave in the next two days.

As Smith's best friend, Simmons also expressed his support for this. He was doubly relieved to see that his once best friend had also joined the organization that serves humanity, and it's all because of Advisor Zhang.

Smith will be leaving in two days, and he came to see if there was anything he could do to help. But Zhang Jue waved his hand, "Simmons, don't instruct others to do things with your level. Without computers and experiments, you're just a melon waiting to be eaten."

Smith laughed out loud. In his eyes, Simmons had never been a high achiever. Probably only Advisor Zhang would dare to say that about him. While the three of them were joking, there was a knock on the door.

A researcher stood outside the door and said, "Advisor Zhang, Site Director Huang is here to see you."

Huang Xingwen? Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows. That old bat still dared to look for him? He'd received a call while he was in that country that his salary was delayed. Only to know that it still not arrived until he returned to Site-14. If he had had no worries about food and clothing there, he would have torn down that Site Director's office long ago.

Zhang Jue pushed open the Site Director's office door and was about to break into a tirade when he found that Yang Xue was also there.

Huang Xingwen sat behind his desk and looked at Zhang Jue like a good old boy, "Advisor Zhang, good to have you here."

Zhang Jue temporarily suppressed his resentment and said through clenched teeth, "Yes, good to have you here too. Except for the money."

Huang Xingwen scratched his head, not answering Zhang Jue's words. The Site Director did his part in managing him. As the two sat down, Yang Xue took the lead and opened her mouth.

"Site Director Huang. You called us both here. What's the matter?"

Huang Xingwen is probably aware of his ability. Since becoming the Site Director, there have been no significant changes. Apart from routine meetings, he rarely met with Yang Xue, Zhang Jue, and a few other personnel. A completely decentralized attitude from the people around him.

This time he took the initiative to bring the two of them together, and he should have encountered some problems. As expected. After Yang Xue said this, Huang Xingwen's face became serious. The organization's main goal is to provide a wide range of things and services to the public.

Huang Xingwen sipped before speaking. "Dr. Yang, Advisor Zhang. This time, we have indeed encountered a problem so that both of you might want to know about it. Two days ago, before you guys came back. Our security personnel came across a man on the outskirts of the site who was unconscious but was wearing the Foundation's standard clothes, so they rescued him. We sent a request for help to the headquarters, but the database on the headquarters side showed that no Foundation staff members had gone missing recently, and his facial features were not saved in the database. There was nothing. But yesterday, our people inadvertently found a Foundation ID in his shoes."

"An ID?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, an Identification Card. It's very outdated, and the Foundation hasn't been using it for a long time."

Huang Xingwen took out a Ziploc bag from the drawer at the bottom of the table, with a small green book inside. He handed the sealed bag to Yang Xue with a somewhat strange expression. Yang Xue frowned and reached out to take that small book out and open it.

She then let out a soft cry. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably. As if she had been electrocuted. Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows. After so many things, Yang Xue had long since ceased to be that youthful girl, and there were not many things that could frighten her.

He stretched his head and looked over. The photo on the book of documents had been blurred. But the name column was clearly written in two large letters.

Yang Wensong.