I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 187 Turntable

After the man said this, he died completely.

Zhang Jue put him on the ground in a better posture, and sighed: "What about the Riddler, I don't need to tell you."

Although the appearance of this interrogator did not provide Zhang Jue with any clear information, he was a very important clue in itself.

It seems that there are indeed quite dangerous things in this site.

And after he and Yang Xue arrived, the process seemed to speed up.

I don't know if it was the reason why they forcibly explored these two buildings.

As for that man's last words——

Don't trust him?

Who is he?

Zhang Jue currently has too few clues to infer.

He was thinking, when suddenly there was another sound in the room.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes, this time he heard clearly, the sound came from a certain cabinet.

He cautiously approached the cabinet step by step.

There was a "thrilling, stabbing" sound from inside.

Without hesitation, Zhang Jue pulled open the door of the cabinet with the momentum of stealing the bell, and made a big grimace.

Even if there was a ghost hiding inside, he would probably be shocked by him.

But there are no ghosts in it.

And no one.

In the empty cabinet, a walkie-talkie lay quietly inside.

Flashing red lights.

It is the style used by the Foundation, and the red light means that the battery is low.

Zhang Jue picked up the walkie-talkie and listened to it first, but when he got closer, the walkie-talkie stopped making any sound.

Whose walkie-talkie is this, from the person just now?

Intuitively it should not be.

This walkie-talkie seems to have been placed here on purpose.

Zhang Jue pressed the talk button: "I am Zhang Jue, Special Advisor to the SCP Foundation, is anyone there?"

No one responded.

But this is also expected.

If anyone dared to answer, it would be hell.

Zhang Jue put the walkie-talkie in his pocket and continued to search the building.

After a period of exploration, Zhang Jue found that most of the rooms in this building were archives.

There are various bookshelves, obviously storing quite a lot of paper materials.

But these materials have been emptied.

With so much antimemetic data, it deserves to be the last antimemetic department in the world.

But they still haven't escaped the fate of the Antimemetics Department.

Moreover, Zhang Jue felt a little strange along the way.

This is the Antimemetics Division, yes, but the question is, what objects are contained here?

Where is the containment room?

At this moment, he has come to the roof of the building on the right.

Zhang Jue thought that after he took SCP-714, he could see some containment rooms, but he didn't.

He has searched all the main building and the building on the right, and he also went up to a dozen floors last time in the building on the left.

Although he didn't enter every room, the characteristics of the containment room were obvious. Along the way, he didn't find a similar structure.

He entered the elevator, wanting to see if the building had any lower floors.

Containing some dangerous items underground is a common practice of the Foundation.

But also no.

Zhang Jue scratched his head and was about to take off his shoes when he suddenly saw a big iron gate.

Same as the one on the left floor.

Last time, he was there, after cutting open the iron gate with a long knife, he lost his memory.

Zhang Jue looked at the floor, it said 13F.

He didn't act rashly, but took the elevator down to the ground floor and came to the main building.

Also came to the 13th floor.

Sure enough, there was a similar room at the same location in the main building.

"Tsk..."

Zhang Jue pinched his chin.Standing outside the iron gate on the 13th floor of the main building.

There is an iron gate on the 13th floor of the three buildings.

If it's a coincidence, he doesn't believe it.

But the question is, what is inside.

Zhang Jue summoned the black long knife.

After gesturing a few times according to the door, he spat and went back to take the elevator.

Now that the door of the building on the left has been opened by him, the fool will take another risk.

He came to the building on the left.

Like the building on the right, the building on the left also contained many corpses that he had never seen before.

But Zhang Jue has no interest in checking them one by one.

He took the elevator all the way to the 13th floor.

After seeing that room, Zhang Jue slowed down.

They found there before because there was a black shadow following them all the way, and until now he didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

The door had already been split open by him, but it was concealed.

Zhang Jue looked in through the gap.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness inside, and there seemed to be a cloud of fog, which made it impossible for him to see clearly what was going on inside.

"fvck!"

Zhang Jue spat.

It looks like you have to go in.

What happened last time made him very upset. Amnesia in this kind of place is very dangerous.

But this time, he had brought SCP-714 with him.

He summoned the dragon crystal again and held it in his hand.

If he still can't be immune to the things inside, then he can't help it.

When everything was ready, Zhang Jue stepped forward and walked inside.

When he stepped into the room, he suddenly felt his head sink.

It was like being hit on the head with a heavy object.

His thinking suddenly became sluggish.

It is not known whether the negative effects of SCP-714 were gradually beginning to manifest, the room was affected, or both.

Fortunately, he didn't lose consciousness directly like the first time.

Zhang Jue walked slowly into the room.

The room was small and filled with white gas.

Zhang Jue sniffed it, and it smelled of amnestics.

But it should have been diluted.

Seems contrived.

Someone doesn't want other people near this room.

But Zhang Jue is now wearing SCP-714, and has dragon crystal as a spiritual blessing, so these thin amnestic gas has no effect on him.

Zhang Jue walked cautiously towards the center of the room.

There's a giant disc in there.

The edges are marked with various symbols, including English letters and numbers.

Like the dial of an old telephone, it seems to be dialable.

It only took Zhang Jue a few tenths of a second to confirm the function of this thing - it was a password disk.

As long as you turn the dial according to certain rules, something will happen.

What will be the password?

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, thinking hard.

He is now under the double influence of this room and SCP-714, and his thinking speed may not even be half as fast as usual.

Shouldn't it be universal?

He casually tried it.

When he moved the last number, a small pointer next to it suddenly pointed from 5 to 4.

What the hell is that?

Zhang Jue frowned.

But now is not the time to worry about that, he continues to experiment with codes.

He dialed a few characters of site237 in order on the disc.

With a light click, the little pointer pointed from 4 to 3 again.

This time Zhang Jue knew that this thing was a failure counter.

It looked like he only had three chances now.

If you miss three guesses, it goes without saying that something bad will happen.

He must be cautious.

Then he thought of the English word for antimeme.

Tried again.

The result is still wrong.

At this time, the small pointer has already pointed to 2.

He only had one chance of error remaining.

If he makes another mistake, there is no way out.

what is it.