I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

"Profession."

"Special Advisor to the SCP Foundation."

"what?"

"SCP Foundation, haven't you heard of it?"

The interrogator showed a puzzled expression.

By observing his micro-expression, Zhang Jue can finally confirm that no one here really knows the name of the foundation.

Zhang Jue suddenly smiled and said, "May I take the liberty to ask, what do you do here? My companion and I just got lost in the desert and got lost here. Why do you arrest us for interrogation? Are you Al Qaeda? Illegally armed?"

If the other party was really armed illegally, Zhang Jue would basically be shot in the head if Zhang Jue asked such a question.

But the reason why Zhang Jue dared to ask such a question was that he had already confirmed that the other party was not——have you ever seen a gangster with such a good attitude?

The interrogator was obviously not professional, and was silently refuted by Zhang Jue's series of questions. He subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but then he came to his senses.

He patted the table angrily: "See where this is, don't you want to live? Continue to answer my question, what exactly do you do? What kind of organization is the SCP Foundation in your mouth?!"

"I don't know where this is, but I know very well that you are not the police, and this is not a police station."

Zhang Jue shrugged, looking indifferent, as if he didn't intend to cooperate at all.

Just when the interrogator was about to lose his temper, Zhang Jue yawned.

"Well, since you're interested, I'll tell you about it. The so-called SCP Foundation is not the kind of leek-cutting gang you imagined. They are independent from each country, and their goal is to contain abnormal phenomena in the world, Events, individuals, to prevent them from harming humans, they aim to control (Secure), contain (), protect (Protect), so they call themselves the SCP Foundation.”

Uncharacteristically, Zhang Jue spoke slowly, carefully observing the interrogator's expression.

Sure enough, when he said the word "abnormal phenomenon", the interrogator's body trembled slightly.

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Jue with an indescribable look.

The other party's reaction was completely within his expectations.

Zhang Jue could almost confirm that his guess was correct.

"How about it, isn't this SCP Foundation great?" He narrowed his eyes, and there was a strange brilliance in them, "Isn't it, somewhat similar to your existence...?"

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 1 The Forgotten Site

Open the door and change.

It seemed that all interrogators adopted the same strategy for situations they could not handle themselves.

The new interrogator's clothes are obviously different from the previous one, and he is probably the supervisor here.

He looked at Zhang Jue with a strange look.

"who are you?"

"My name is Zhang Jue, and I am a special advisor to the SCP Foundation."

"I haven't heard of any SCP Foundation."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of the SCP Foundation. You just need to know that we are not here to harm you, but to help you solve your problems. That's enough."

"We don't have a problem to solve."

"Oh? Really?" Zhang Jue said, and suddenly stood up, and the shackles on his hands had been untied by him at some point.

The supervisor looked up at him, and didn't take any drastic actions. He probably wanted to see what Zhang Jue wanted to do.

"Sir, what should I call you?" Zhang Jue asked.

The supervisor stared at Zhang Jue, and said after a few seconds, "You can call me Gray."

"Well, Mr. Gray, I can see that you should be the supervisor here, so I will talk to you about why, I am so sure, you have encountered a problem, and it is still a serious problem."

Zhang Jue took a few steps, as if he was thinking about the starting point of the problem.

"You have three main buildings here. The finished product is shaped like a Chinese character. Each building has dozens of floors, and there are a few shorter podium buildings around it. They should be staff dormitories and canteens, but according to my Observing along the way, you seem to have only one team of security personnel and a limited number of staff members. I would make an irresponsible guess that your current employees are only 30 people. Then Mr. Gray, what do you think, a 30nd A team of [-] people, working in such a large building complex, don’t you think it’s against the law?”

Before Mr. Gray could speak, Zhang Jue continued: "What are your identities? What is the purpose of your staying here? If you are not terrorists who are escaping from the government, what are you doing in this vast desert? Mr Gray, can you give me an explanation?"

The other party is not a professional interrogator, and Zhang Jue is well versed in the technique of "anti-interrogation".

So this interrogation was led by Zhang Jue from the very beginning, and entered into the rhythm he wanted.

Unknowingly, his identity has changed from being interrogated to questioning.

At this moment, the supervisor Gray looked stern, and he couldn't answer the questions Zhang Jue asked one after another.

"who are you?"

Gray asked this question again, but both his expression and his tone were very different from before.

Zhang Jue also replied again: "I said that I am a special consultant of the SCP Foundation, and I am here to help you solve the problem-Director Gray, you may not believe it, I think this used to be the SCP Foundation's A site, and you, were once members of the SCP Foundation—the problem now is, you, may have forgotten about the Foundation."

Gray looked at Zhang Jue with a different expression on his face.

"You said, we used to be employees of the SCP Foundation?"

"That's right." Zhang Jue nodded, and pointed to the logo of the foundation on his clothes, "Director Gray, look at it, have you seen it before? Are you ordered to guard something here, or , what is contained in it?"

Gray clutched his forehead, seemingly in pain.

"Zhang...Consultant, the SCP Foundation you said, does it really exist?"

……

At two o'clock in the morning, the Yellow Sand Desert.

in a conference room.

Zhang Jue, Yang Xue, Gray, and another female researcher sat together.

Outside the door is the only team of security personnel here.

Although Gray has expressed his trust in Zhang Jue and Yang Xue, two outsiders.

But the security captain named Stuart still insisted, so Gray let them go.

"Their computers can't connect to the Foundation's network." Yang Xue shook her head as she snapped her fingers on the keyboard, "In my impression, the Foundation doesn't have a site deep in the desert either."

"That's because you don't have enough authority."

Zhang Jue shrugged, because he knew at least two of them.

It just doesn't fit the character here.

She closed the laptop in front of Yang Xue: "Don't worry about that, even if you link to the foundation website, you probably won't be able to find it. If my prediction is correct, there must be no information here in the foundation's database."

Yang Xue looked at Zhang Jue and let him turn off the computer.

After all, countless experiences told her that what Zhang Jue said was right.

The two of them were talking as if no one else was around.

On the other side, the female researcher said to Gray: "Father, you just believe what they say?"

Gray kept his head down in thought, neither admitting nor denying it.

Zhang Jue's words really spoke to his heart.

For so long, he has had a sense of mission, and it is this sense of mission that keeps him here.

This huge building is so big, but they only have a small part of the area where they are currently active.

They even don't understand the functions of some instruments at all.

He had no idea what they were staying here for and how long they would continue to stay here.

"Father? Father?" The female researcher tugged at his sleeve.

"Loris, let me show you something."

Gray took out a small green book from his pocket, which looked like a document.

The cover of the certificate is very old, it looks like it is more than ten years old.

He flipped through the ID, and the photo showed a young woman who looked very similar to Norris.

The name column says Alison Millie.

Below is some personal information.

And most importantly, there is a big circular logo on the last page of the certificate.

Three more letters - SCP.

Norris looked at him in surprise

"Father, what is this? Where did you find it?"

"I...I don't know."

Gray's expression was slightly pained.

Yang Xue looked at their father and daughter, and then at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue knew what she wanted to ask, and didn't care about the two father and daughter next to him. He said directly: "They should be affected by something. If my guess is correct, there must be a very important project contained here. Director Gray, I Are you right?"

"I don't remember." Gray breathed a sigh of relief, and finally faced the question directly, "I only know that there is a voice telling me, don't look for it, don't approach it."

"Don't care about those." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "If this continues, no one at this site will be able to survive. Director Gray, take us to have a look, how about it?"

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 181 You are my back

"Don't care about those, if this continues, no one can survive at this site, Director Gray, take us to see, how about it?"

Zhang Jue said.

He led the topic to this step by step, after all, his purpose was for this.

Gray, however, shook his head.

"It's not that I don't want to take you there, I... have already seen where it is and what it is."

Yang Xue looked at Zhang Jue, she had never seen such a project.

"That's it..." Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, then smiled, "It doesn't matter, although this site is very big, let's go find it together, I don't believe we can't find it."

……

Early the next morning.

Zhang Jue and Yang Xue followed Gray to the cafeteria for dinner.

Looking at the unknown jelly on the dinner plate, Zhang Jue solved a doubt in his heart.

It seems that this site in the desert is self-sufficient, these should be artificially synthesized proteins.

Seeing his expression, Supervisor Gray was a little embarrassed.

"Although the taste and texture are poor, the various nutrients are sufficient."

After a night, Director Gray seemed to have aged a little.

Probably the arrival of Zhang Jue and Yang Xue finally made him aware of certain problems.

Or rather, confront certain issues head-on.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Jue waved his hand, and then gorged himself on the dish that didn't look very tasty.

Yang Xue on the side was dumbfounded.

Zhang Jue himself is a person who never tires of eating. It can be said that he is very picky. A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes can make flowers. Yang Xue did not expect him to be so natural.

While others were eating, she poked Zhang Jue with her elbow: "Do you really think it's delicious?"

Zhang Jue looked at Yang Xue with a mentally ill look, and said in a low voice, "Dr. Yang Da, there is something wrong with your tongue. How can this kind of ghost food be delicious?"

"Then you still eat so vigorously."