I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 140

If there is a clock that can accurately control the time, we will move it three squares forward to see what happened before and after Zhang Jue entered the temporary containment chamber of 682.

"Consultant Zhang, I will repeat with you one last time. The countdown will start from the moment you enter 682's containment chamber. If you don't come out of it after three hours, we will break in regardless of whether your conversation with 682 is over or not. go."

Bellamy looked at Zhang Jue with an unclear expression in his eyes, wondering if it was suggesting something to him.

"Of course, because you don't agree with surveillance and video recording, if you are in danger, we won't know. Maybe when we open the door, you have become 682's belly."

After Bellamy finished speaking, Zhang Jue shrugged.

"If this is the case, please tell the staff at site14 of my death date, and they will burn the paper for me."

After speaking, Zhang Jue laughed, walked into the 682 containment chamber, and closed the door.

Bellamy pressed the switch of the stopwatch.

After Zhang Jue entered this temporary containment room, he looked around first.

Although he did not care in front of Bellamy, no matter what, safety comes first.

After all, he wants to see Uncle 682, be careful and not ashamed.

The structure of the room is very simple, it is a spherical shape.

He is in the southern hemisphere and 682 is in the northern hemisphere.

It is separated by a transparent glass wall in the middle.

The glass is obviously specially made and very thick.

On the wall of the glass wall, there is a two-way amplifier.

At this time, 682 was imprisoned in a transparent container filled with hydrochloric acid. His body was only a few meters in size, and he had obviously been specially treated.

After Zhang Jue closed the door, a switch of the transparent container was turned on, and the height of the hydrochloric acid solution began to slowly drop.

The figure of 682 slowly emerged from the inside.

This set of agencies should have been specially set up.

Although some people in the foundation don't want Zhang Jue to see 682, the rigor of the foundation is fully reflected here.

Such a device can greatly reduce the possibility of accidents.

It's just a bit time-consuming.

As the hydrochloric acid disappeared a little bit, 682's head emerged from it.

It made a strange sound.

ten minutes later.

With the last bit of hydrochloric acid being expelled, 682's body was completely exposed to the air.

It is like a sleeping lion, wrapped in a container, with its head resting on its tail.

It opened its eyes, glanced at Zhang Jue, then closed its eyes, neither speaking nor attacking.

In addition to facing 053, 682 is the first time to be so docile in front of humans.

"Hey, big guy." Zhang Jue shouted into the speaker, "Can you hear me."

682 was motionless.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, it's not easy for me to meet you."

Still motionless.

"682, you are a lazy, lazy, undressed beast that is shameless and unscrupulous. You are more than guilty of the country and the people are embarrassed as a counsel of rape, softness and hardship, dare to stand up with me, a jade tree, who is talented and rich in knowledge, five cars stand out from the wind, and have a lot of knowledge and wisdom. People from there come to a duel?"

Zhang Jue recites a long series of idioms in one breath, in an attempt to provoke 682, but 682 does not respond to his provocation.

What's wrong? 682 Uncle Deaf?

It shouldn't be. With the ability of Uncle 682, it is impossible for such a thing to happen.

The only explanation is that it doesn't care about itself at all.

why?

Zhang Jue looked around.

In order to ensure that there is no surveillance, the walls are covered with special glass, Zhang Jue walked around his side and found nothing suspicious.

He turned off the light and walked around again, still nothing.

Did you guess wrong, 682 simply didn't want to talk to him?

Zhang Jue pinched his chin, and then his eyes fell on the two-way loudspeaker.

It was a palm-sized black box, two meters above him, embedded in the glass wall.

If it's just a loudspeaker, why should it be placed so high? Doesn't this make his voice smaller?

Zhang Jue let out a hey.

He used reality extraction equipment to create a ladder, put it on the glass curtain wall, and climbed to the position of the two-way voice amplifier.

Sure enough, he found a green light flashing in this small black box.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

Needless to say, this must be Bellamy's trick.

The Foundation agreed not to monitor and record, but did not say that it would not record or monitor.

However, he was afraid that Zhang Jue would not disclose the secrets under surveillance, so he thought of this method.

He took out a pair of slender scissors, reached in and cut the wires inside, only to find that the green light was still on, which seemed quite tenacious.

Zhang Jue became very playful.

He laughed, and realized a gong, a stick and a pair of earplugs.

He put the earplugs on his ears, and deliberately said something in a very small voice beside the amplifier.

The next second, he placed the gong next to the sound amplifier, rounded the stick with his right hand, and slammed it on the gong.

"Duang!!!"

The sound of the gong resounded throughout the room.

The sound of gongs is very penetrating, even if Zhang Jue had put on earplugs in advance, he was a little bit tinnitus.

If Bellamy is really eavesdropping, it is estimated that she will scold her mother now.

Zhang Jue was in a good mood after using up this trick of killing one thousand enemies and hurting himself eight hundred.

He laughed, and transformed into a flame spray gun, thoroughly roasting and destroying the entire instrument.

A void with a diameter of about ten centimeters appeared in the original glass curtain wall.

Zhang Jue lay on the edge of the hollow and shouted at 682.

"Hey, big man, I have destroyed the monitor, now you can talk."

682 still has no response.

"Grandma's legs."

According to his pulse count, half an hour should have passed, but he has not yet made 682 speak.

Have to think of something.

Just as he was about to striptease in front of 682, the big lizard finally moved.

It slightly adjusted its posture, raised its eyelids, and looked at Zhang Jue.

"Who are you?"

There is a door~www.mtlnovel.com~ As long as Uncle 682 is willing to speak, there is hope.

Zhang Jue said: "My name is Zhang Jue, do you know me?"

Uncle 682 looked at Zhang Jue, and after a full five minutes, he said in a weird voice: "You don't have those things on your body, you are not here..."

Zhang Jue asked immediately: "What is it? You said I don't have anything?"

682 did not respond to him.

682's attitude toward him is obviously different from that of other people. Although the communication is not smooth, as long as it is willing to speak, Zhang Jue will have confidence.

"I saw you in a dream, a foggy place, do you have an impression?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Fog..." 682 slowly said, "I seem to have seen that fog..."

Chapter end

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