I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue walked down the corridor, making his way back. His head kept going through the clues he had. All of the personnel in the Antimemetics Division had committed suicide, but Yang Wensong had disappeared.

Healey said in the video that SCP-3125 was back.

The question is, how did she know?

Everything here was bizarre. Zhang Jue knew in his heart that he wanted to know what really happened at this site because he was still missing some important pieces of the puzzle. The whole problem seemed scattered, but it was like a maze, and he moved a little toward the center of the problem.

The Antimemetics Division was really living up to its name. Zhang Jue felt himself getting a little tired. He looked at the SCP-714 in his hand, and several hours had passed since he had brought it with him. Zhang Jue thought about it and still didn't take it off.

At this point, any slight waste of time could lead to a big loss of progress. He walked all the way back to that control room just now. However, the corpses that he had just slashed were gone. What's even strange was that the blood on the floor had all disappeared.

Only the marks of his slashes remained. Zhang Jue hummed. He wouldn't be surprised if anything happened here. He looked around, and there were four doors in this control room. The door he had entered was door number 1, and the door that had just led to that artificial tomb was number 2.

The door that the fake Yang Wensong had tricked him into entering was number 3. Leaving the number 4 as the last door, which he had not yet searched. Should he go in?

Zhang Jue hesitated for a moment but still walked toward door number 4. The door was very thick, and then it looked like it had some complex mechanism. But it was nothing for Zhang Jue. There couldn't be any treasures inside this desert, could there? Zhang Jue thought blindly as he cut the thick door panel with his knife.

He made a hole in the center and then kicked the door through. The door panel was more than ten centimeters thick. It was just that one steel plate that fell to the ground with a thud. Even if no treasure was kept here, something important must have been kept.

Zhang Jue walked in, and sure enough. This room was even bigger than the two he had been in before and seemed to be a storage room. There were all kinds of things on the shelves. There were devices, blueprints, and some other supplies.

For some unknown reason, the staff in the Antimemetics Division had placed them here. All signs indicated that they had completely abandoned the above-ground section and moved everything underground.

Zhang Jue continued to go deeper. He found a giant safe in the far corner of the room. The door he'd just cut through was solid enough, and there was a safe.

What was inside the safe? Could it be another safe? A matryoshka doll?

Zhang Jue didn't even think about it. He directly summoned his long sword, intending to repeat his old trick and straight cut open the iron door with violence to see what was inside. But this time, he failed. Able's iron-sharp black sword could not cut the safe's surface. Apparently, this safe was also made of special materials. Zhang Jue did not believe it and swung the knife to cut left and right. After a few moments, the result did not even leave a mark.

"Damn it." He grunted and tried again to separate the safe from the wall, but the safe was so big that he gave up after a few tries.

He couldn't open the safe even if it was plucked out of the wall anyway, so he left it here for now, and he had to look for other clues. Zhang Jue checked around and didn't find anything special. The key was definitely not in this room.

He went back to the central control room and searched carefully but found nothing similar. He went back to that tomb and went straight to the crystal coffin of Director Healey.

"Excuse me." Zhang Jue said, but without a half-embarrassed expression on his face. He was rummaging around on Healey's body.

A minute later, he stood up with nothing in his hand. The key wasn't on her. Now there were two possibilities. Either the key was on the missing Yang Wenzong or...

Zhang Jue looked behind him. Maybe he could find some clue in those three main buildings on the ground. He made his way back to the corridor and stepped onto the elevator that had been used on the way down.

The elevator was inductive. Just as he walked up, it automatically moved upwards. It was already about two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day. When the elevator door opened, the hot sun shone on his body, and Zhang Jue couldn't help but take a step back.

The desert sun was at its hottest, and he jogged all the way back to the main building. However, the moment he stepped into the main building, he felt that something was wrong. He clearly remembered that just when he left the main building. The door he cut before was closed, but this time it was open.

If it was open to closed, it could be explained as the sandy wind here was too strong. But if the door had been opened, then something must be playing tricks on it.

Zhang Jue carefully examined the footprints left on the sandy ground. It was found that someone had been here during the time he had gone underground. Looking at the size of the footprints, it should be a man.

Zhang Jue followed the footprints and found that the other party seemed to have a clear purpose. He thought that he was up to no good. He began to run all the way wildly upwards.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the top of the building. Seeing his small escape pod still lying there in good condition, Zhang Jue sighed gently in relief. He had previously knocked Yang Xue unconscious just in case, and now it seemed like a stupid move.

The SCP here was mysterious, but it didn't seem to be as aggressive as SCP-3125. Now that he was here, Zhang Jue changed his mind. He wanted to wake Yang Xue up and then discuss their next move.

But when he walked up to the escape pod, his eyes narrowed. Because there was no longer a Yang Xue inside. Zhang Jue checked the escape pod and found that it had been opened from the outside. The Foundation's encryption program was very secure, but it had been broken effortlessly.

Zhang Jue's right hand was slightly clenched, his face as black as carbon. Someone had made him mad about the situation. He thought that person was tired of living.

There is no blood around, and Yang Xue's life should not be seriously affected. Zhang Jue grunted. He walked downstairs, intending to check all the rooms one by one. The desert was big, and the enemy should be near there.

This time, Yang Xue had been captured, and it was because of him. It was the first time he had done something like this. How could he not be mad?

He was thinking about it, but a little noise suddenly occurred in a certain room. Zhang Jue was angry at the moment and heard it very clearly. He summoned his long sword, intending to kill his enemy in pieces.

However, when he walked into that room, he found nothing inside. Zhang Jue grimaced and was about to leave. A gun suddenly held his head. Yang Xue's voice came from behind.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot."