I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Zhang Jue pinched his chin and began to think.

He was struggling when suddenly a voice came from his pocket.

The walkie-talkie he had picked up rang.

There was a piercing sound.

This kind of sound is very harsh, like fingernails scratching a glass blackboard, and the special frequency makes people very uncomfortable.

Zhang Jue frowned slightly.

This has affected his thinking.

He was about to turn off the walkie-talkie, but the next second.

He stopped what he was doing.

Because the noise from the walkie-talkie seems to be regular.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and listened carefully.

After filtering out the noise, he found that it was Morse code.

Depend on.

It turns out that everyone in the Foundation will use this.

Zhang Jue complained, and then quickly wrote down the Morse code that came out of it.

"-.-." (c)

"..." (h)

"."(e)

".-" (a)

"-" (t)

Throughout the syllable, the word is repeated.

cheat.

Zhang Jue's English level is not high, but the word is so short, logically speaking, he should know it, but he just can't remember it.

It took a while for Zhang Jue to remember that this word means "deception".

Are you cheating...

Zhang Jue looked at it, and then dialed the word on the combination dial by accident.

With a click.

Zhang Jue thought he had made a mistake again. He looked at the small instrument next to him and found that the pointer on it had not moved, and was still pointing in the direction of 2.

He tried to turn the combination dial, but this time, he couldn't turn it.

The clicking sound just now should be that a certain device inside was activated and locked the password disk.

Does that mean he's ignorant?

Zhang Jue looked left and right.

But after he finished typing, nothing happened.

He felt as if he had been set aside.

Zhang Jue picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hey, is there anyone? What should I do next?"

His voice was loud and echoed throughout the room.

But no matter how much he yelled, the buzzing sound from the walkie-talkie never sounded again, only the irregular busy tone remained.

"Grandma, don't you know about sending the Buddha to the West?"

Zhang Jue cursed.

It seems that the most reliable person is himself.

"Fuck, stupid."

After calming down and thinking for a minute, Zhang Jue finally came to his senses.

There are three such rooms in the site, and of course all three passwords must be entered correctly.

It seems that due to the influence of SCP714, his brain is indeed a little dull.

Thinking of this, he picked up the walkie-talkie and ran towards the building on the right.

When he reached the 13th floor, without hesitation, he called out his long black knife and split open the thick iron door.

As in the building to the left, the room is filled with amnestic gas.

But Zhang Jue kept walking all the way to the center of the room.

Same disc, same password.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Jue directly entered cheat according to the result obtained last time.

With a click sound.

The small pointer next to it points from 5 to 4.

Obviously, the password is wrong.

In fact, the reason is very simple. If the passwords of the three buildings are the same, there is no need to build three rooms, right?

The negative effects of wearing SCP714 for a long time are becoming more and more obvious.

He has started to make some low-level mistakes.

According to this trend, within a few hours, he might become a dementia.

What is the password?

Zhang Jue was thinking, when the intercom suddenly rang again.

Now Zhang Jue was sure that someone must be helping him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly recorded the new password.

"-.-." (c)

"..-" (u)

"-." (n)

"-." (n)

".."(i)

"..-" (n)

"--." (g)

g.

cunning.

Like the last password, it doesn't seem to be a good word.

But Zhang Jue couldn't control that much anymore.

He is now racing against time, and he decisively enters this word into the code disk.

There was a click, and the password was correct.

The code disk here is also locked.

Then there is only one left.

Zhang Jue headed towards the main building again.

This day, he has gone back and forth between the three buildings for countless times. If he had known, he would not have knocked Yang Xue unconscious so early.

This is great, it is me who suffers and suffers and runs around, and it is me who wastes my brain cells.

Soon, Zhang Jue came to the 13th floor of the main building.

They cut open the iron gate in the same way, and came to the turntable in the same way.

This time Zhang Jue didn't waste his brain cells.

When he came to the turntable, he had already taken out the walkie-talkie.

"Brother, I've arrived," he said. "Speed! Speed!"

Sure enough, a regular voice came, and Zhang Jue memorized it carefully.

"..-." (f)

"---" (o)

".-." (r)

If there is no accident, the secret here will be solved immediately, Zhang Jue thought.

But an accident happened.

After the transmission of the third letter was completed, the walkie-talkie in his hand suddenly heard a "beep--" and then the red light on it flickered and then went out.

The intercom fell silent.

out of battery?

Zhang Jue stared at the walkie-talkie blankly, and it took a few seconds for him to realize what happened.

"Damn it!"

He intended to drop the walkie-talkie to the ground, but immediately stopped it.

Then immediately took out his hand-operated generator from his different space.

A few minutes later, the walkie-talkie was charged, and Zhang Jue turned it on again.

"Brother, brother, are you still there?"

Zhang Jue shouted, but the other party did not answer.

"Dongyao Dongyao, I'm Dongguai, I'm Dongguai, please answer if you hear it, please answer if you hear it, Owoer—"

"Heavenly King Gedihu—"

But this time, no matter how much he yelled, the other party was like a girl who was hung up on the phone and never responded.

Zhang Jue remembered that sentence again.

Sure enough, only oneself is the most reliable.

There were already three letters anyway.

Zhang Jue guessed what would happen next.

for what.

for you?

for?

fet?

Yes, it is fet!

Zhang Jue thought about it, and with his vocabulary, he could only think of this word.

Oh, and fot.

Anyway, there are five chances to try and not get pregnant.

Zhang Jue dialed several letters one by one.

Even he himself did not report any hope.

But, that's how it is sometimes.

Sometimes, you are confused about one of them, but it is the correct answer.

With a click sound.