I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

"According to the regulations at the time, each SCP should be equipped with a lead researcher and a deputy lead researcher, but only one lead researcher seems to be involved in the study of the knife."

"And the weirdest thing is that since the knife was transferred to site 14, there has been a severe shortage of D-class personnel on the site. This shortage cannot be explained. We are sure that no D-class personnel are missing or absent, just the expected number of D-class personnel. has a difference."

"At that time, several of our researchers pondered for a long time, and then came up with the most likely and least likely hypothesis."

"Those missing D-class personnel were all killed, killed by that knife."

"But after they were killed, they all disappeared."

"From their birth to their death, all traces of their existence have been erased, as if they did not appear in this world."

Hearing this, Zhang Jue already knew which item Yang Wensong was talking about—SCP-3041 (Red Knife).

As Yang Wensong said, the characteristic of this knife is that no one killed exists.

Both the perpetrator and the bystander will be affected by this knife.

Yang Wensong continued: "We sent our inference, together with the knife, to the headquarters."

"But the headquarters did not reply to us, and the matter was left alone."

"A week later, I received a strange email with only one word in English."

"aic."

"Antimeme." Zhang Jue said.

Yang Wensong glanced at Zhang Jue, as if he was puzzled that he knew the word.

But thinking of Zhang Jue's status as a special advisor, he felt relieved.

He nodded.

"Yeah, it's antimemes, when I first heard the term."

"Since then, I've been working on a project on antimemetics."

"But because of the antimeme's own interest, my research progress is very slow."

"Sometimes I even forget what I was doing before, and I can only retrieve my memory bit by bit through notes."

"I've been in touch with a certain researcher from the foundation, and she gave me some medicine, medicine for memory restoration."

"Then my research has made some major progress. In addition to memory recovery drugs, I have discovered several methods that can resist antimemes."

"Then, one day, that person invited me and wanted me to help their site."

Yang Wensong sighed.

There seems to be some unspeakable emotion about that memory.

Zhang Jue looked at him and did not urge him.

After 1 minute, Yang Wensong continued: "After I came to this site, I realized that there are so many antimemetic items in the world, and some of them couldn't be remembered even after I took memory aids."

"That friend is the director of the experiment here. She told me that there is a project that is about to break through containment. If it is not contained, all human beings in the world will become extinct."

"But I checked the database, and I couldn't find the project she said."

"All I know is that the number of personnel in the site is indeed a bit wrong, just like the D-class personnel at Site 14, although no one remembers them, but there are only so few staff members in such a large site, which itself is a problem. "

"Then one day, I discovered that the Foundation's website could no longer be accessed here, and even contact with the outside world was no longer possible, because even if they received our request for help, they would forget us within a few minutes."

"I realized that if it went on like this, this place was going to end, the whole world was going to end."

"So, I designed this underground storage room and transferred all the materials here. If one day, all the personnel in the site die, they will also be buried underground here."

"Although it still can't prevent it from breaching containment, but if the time can be delayed a bit, someone will always find this place."

"Consultant Zhang, you can come here, which means that you have a certain resistance to antimemes. Now "it" is in the last room. Whether you can contain it or not depends on you."

Zhang Jue looked at the door behind, and he noticed it from the moment he entered.

But I didn't expect that the culprit who turned this place into such a place is actually behind

"So what should I do?" Zhang Jue asked.

"I...don't remember." Yang Wensong shook his head, "But I'm sure I've written the specific method in it, as long as you enter that door, you can definitely see it."

"Is that so..."

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin and walked towards the door while thinking.

However, just when his hand was about to touch the door, he suddenly stopped.

Looking back at Yang Wensong.

"Your story is wonderful." Zhang Jue chuckled, "If I wasn't handsome, I would have let you fool me."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 1 Ninety Coffins

"What do you mean?"

Yang Wensong looked at Zhang Jue with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Jue pinched his nose, pulled out a lump of booger, bounced it away, and rubbed his fingers on his clothes.

"Haven't I been clear enough? Your story is wonderful, but I'm so handsome—I'm the granddaddy when it comes to cheating."

Zhang Jue stretched out the finger that pinched his nostril just now, and shook it: "You, no, go home and play the game console."

Seeing that Yang Wensong was still in a daze, Zhang Jue smiled.

What is the highest state of deception? Of course it is half-truth and half-false, or to the extreme, everything that has nothing to do with the core is true, only the most critical point is false.

This holographic image probably really has a part of Yang Wensong's memory, there is no doubt about it.

The first half of what he said, including how Yang Wensong discovered the antimemetics and how he joined the antimemetics department, is probably true.

But later, Zhang Jue gradually saw his flaws.

Then the problem is coming.

How to spot a lie?

Of course it's the details.

The previous part is Yang Wensong's own experience, so what he said is very detailed and true.

But the further you go, the more general it is.

"Yang Wensong" talked for so long, but didn't even report a project number.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell there is a problem.

In fact, before Zhang Jue came here, he had already had an early warning in his heart.

The last words of the interrogator he met were "don't trust him".

Since then, Zhang Jue has made up his mind that he will be vigilant to everyone he meets.

And when Yang Wensong said "As long as you enter that door, you can definitely see it", Zhang Jue confirmed that he was lying to himself.

The purpose is also obvious, just to lure him into that door.

Zhang Jue didn't expose it on the spot, but just wanted to see if the other party had any backhands.

"So what's behind this door?" Zhang Jue asked with a smile, "Hell? Or your real body?"

Seeing that Zhang Jue had seen through him, "Yang Wensong"'s expression was cloudy, and finally changed into a stern face.

"Zhang Jue." His voice suddenly became cold, "No one can leave here alive."

"After I was born, I didn't intend to go back alive." Zhang Jue laughed: "If you have any means, just let the horse come here. If I'm afraid of you, my surname will not be Zhang."

Zhang Jue is strong now, with all kinds of artifacts at his side, he has to be careful when facing those things that are talked about by gods and gods, but when it comes to fighting, he has to let go of it.

Yang Wensong was silent, but it was obvious that he and Zhang Jue had already broken their faces.

"Crack" sounded.

The door Zhang Jue came in was completely closed.

Then the doors on both sides opened, and two teams of heavily armed soldiers rushed in.

Judging from the style of the clothes, it should be some of the security personnel of this site.

But their eyes were empty, their expressions were dull, and they were obviously controlled by someone.

They are dressed in human skin, but strictly speaking, they are no longer human.

At this moment, Yang Wensong spoke again.

"Zhang Jue, join us or die, you can choose one."

He still seemed to want to recruit Zhang Jue into his group.

But thinking about it with his toes, Zhang Jue would not agree.

"I'm sorry, my life is not a multiple-choice question." Zhang Jue said with a smile.

"Then, goodbye." As soon as Yang Wensong finished speaking, the heavily armed security team pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

However, before they could pull the trigger, Zhang Jue took the lead.

He summoned the black long knife and swept away the army with one move.

The blade extends outward, forming a wave of air.

The security personnel of the two teams had no time to dodge, and their bodies were cut off lazily.

Intestines were scattered all over the place.

As soon as they met, Zhang Jue won.

Not even breaking a sweat.

Zhang Jue let out a "tsk".

Not even his own.

After being honed by Master 682's ability, his physical fitness has a faint tendency to approach Abel.

Although this knife is not like Abel's, it can extend the knife energy to a distance of more than ten meters or even tens of meters.

But the distance of these few meters is nothing to worry about.

Looking at the scene in front of him, "Yang Wensong" was stunned. Probably in his programming, he never thought that an ordinary person could resist two heavily armed security teams.

"How is it?" Zhang Jue put the knife on the floor and looked at "Yang Wensong".

"You must join us, or—"

"Otherwise, your sister!"

Zhang Jue slashed at the light source of the holographic image.

With a click, the ceiling was split open by Zhang Jue, exposing the wires inside, bursts of arcs of light flashed, and made a buzzing sound.

Yang Wensong's holographic image gradually became blurred and finally disappeared.

"The most annoying thing is riddlers like you."

Zhang Jue made a "cut", spat, walked around a pile of corpses on the ground, and walked towards a computer.

Just now, when he was about to check the computer, that fake Yang Wensong suddenly appeared.

Obviously, there is something in this computer that I dare not show to others.

While Zhang Jue was operating the computer, he was also thinking non-stop.

Yang Wensong's holographic images are not monsters, but a set of computer programs.

People should design it, not some SCP project, unless SCP-079 (old AI) comes.

But before Zhang Jue came here, he had heard from Simmons that 079 had been well contained in the site.

"What secrets are hidden in this site, let me take a look."

Zhang Jue muttered, and then opened the main interface of the computer.

There is only one video file on the desktop.