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The three came to the laboratory.

The worker carefully removes a plate-sized petri dish from the freezer.

The petri dish is covered with a hemispherical glass, and a specimen is preserved in it.

From Zhang Jue's eyes, it looked like a spider.

The staff carefully brought the utensil to Zhang Jue.

Seeing that they were so solemn, I thought there must be something special about this spider.

Zhang Jue bent down and observed carefully with a magnifying glass in his hand.

Sure enough, he found an anomaly.

That fingernail-sized spider had mechanical legs.

There are eight legs, and the joints of each leg are actually gears.

Huang Xingwen waved to the researcher, the researcher nodded, and led Zhang Jue to the refrigerator next to him.

He pulled out a drawer, and in it lay the dead body of a dog.

The dog's limbs were also turned into machines, and even the eyes were replaced with cameras.

Zhang Jue gestured ok to Huang Xingwen, and the three of them left the laboratory.

After Huang Xingwen and the researcher took off their clothes, Zhang Jue asked, "It's SCP-217, right?"

The researcher shook his head: "I can't be sure yet, but judging from the performance, it should be."

Zhang Jue hummed and pinched his chin to think.

At this moment, he finally knew why Huang Xingwen was so worried.

SCP-217 is a robotic virus capable of infecting all animals, 100% lethal.

It can be transmitted through physical contact or contact with body fluids. The body structure of the infected creature will be gradually transformed into a mechanical structure, and the transformation process is extremely painful.

This virus is very cruel and dangerous. Only the believers of the Church of the Broken God are able to control it skillfully and will not be backlashed by it.

The presence of SCP-217's infestation here means that members of the Church of the Broken God must be nearby.

As for their purpose - if they were not attracted by the beautiful rivers and mountains and came to travel, then they must be coveting the project in the site.

Huang Xingwen's worries are not unreasonable.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, then asked the researcher, "Where did you find these things?"

"It's in a small village a few kilometers away from the site."

"Okay." Zhang Jue nodded, "Whenever you are free, let's go and have a look together."

……

The researcher who set off with Zhang Jue was named Li Sicheng, who is currently studying for a Ph.D. in biology.

Zhang Jue had met him before, and he was one of Yang Xue's right-hand men.

When something like this happened, it was more appropriate for Yang Xue to step up, but unfortunately, Yang Xue was detained by the headquarters, and Huang Xingwen was forced to promote him.

According to Li Sicheng, the process of finding the dog was actually very simple.

A colleague went to the mountains to collect insect specimens and accidentally found the dog's dead body, surrounded by some other scavengers.

Judging from the dog's footprints, they should have come from the small mountain village on the top of the mountain.

Li Sicheng said: "The site has reported this matter to the headquarters, but the headquarters seems to be a bit busy, and has not responded constructively for the time being. It only said that the site should handle it by itself. If it is not possible, it will ask the headquarters for help. "

Zhang Jue nodded.

The headquarters seems to have been overwhelmed by something recently. Not to mention that Yang Xue was detained, there has been no news from Leshan for a long time.

The two walked up the hillside, and when they reached the top of the hill, Zhang Jue saw the village Li Sicheng was talking about.

He said it was called a village, but Zhang Jue counted it. There were only a dozen or so families, and most of the houses were dilapidated. It looked like an old village many years ago.

This kind of village has inconvenient transportation, and it is not convenient to go to school and work. It is estimated that even if there are people, they are all left-behind old people.

Only they are unwilling to move away.

Walking to the entrance of the village, Zhang Jue saw a brand new food packaging bag on the ground. There was not much dust on it, and it seemed that it had been discarded recently.

Zhang Jue picked it up and looked at it, only to find that it was written in English.

And they also found a lot of fresh footprints on the ground, probably left after the rain a few days ago, all of which are footprints of hiking boots, and it seems that there are many people who came.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

"You stay here, I'll go up and have a look." He said to Li Sicheng.

"This—" Li Sicheng hesitated, as if he felt that it was unreasonable for Zhang Jue to take risks alone.

Zhang Jue is already the deputy station master of site 14, an A-level personnel. According to the requirements of the foundation, he should not directly contact those dangerous projects.

But Zhang Jue is a bit special. His so-called level can only be regarded as a kind of recognition from the Foundation. Both rights and obligations are very different from other people of the same level.

"What this and that." Zhang Jue slapped Li Sicheng on the back of the head, "It is very likely that all the people and animals in this village are infected by the virus, and you didn't wear protective clothing. You go in with me, be careful I don’t even know how I died.”

Li Sicheng knew this, and he asked, "What about you, the consultant?"

"You don't have to worry about me." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I am possessed by a fairy. I have never had a cold since I was a child. Hey, what a pity - I can't even take sick leave."

……

Walking into the village alone, Zhang Jue stopped joking.

There is only one road in the village, and the houses are built on both sides of the road.

The height difference between the houses is also very large, and the last house has almost reached the top of the mountain.

Zhang Jue walked up the stone steps.

He found that, as he had expected, most of the houses in the village were vacant, and only a few houses were still drying clothes, probably because people lived there.

Zhang Jue picked one and walked into the courtyard.

An octogenarian is lying on a bamboo chair basking in the sun.

"Old man, hello—"

Zhang Jue said with a smile.

"What?"

The old man looked at Zhang Jue in confusion, not knowing whether it was his bad ears or his brain.

"Old man, let me say, hello—"

Zhang Jue turned up the volume.

But the old man still looked confused.

"What do you say?"

"I said—I'll give you 100 yuan." Zhang Jue almost yelled.

"Oh, well, here we go."

The old man stretched out his hand resolutely, his articulate words were clear, his eyes were shrewd, and he didn't even look a bit demented.

Damn, it was a bad start, and I was cheated of 100 yuan in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jue took out a hundred from his wallet and put it in the old man's hand, his heart was bleeding.

"Old man, money can't be taken for nothing. Let me ask you something."

"Ask, ask."

The old man looked at the money against the sun, rubbed it casually, and finally tucked it into his belt. He was in a good mood.

Zhang Jue pointed to the clothes rail at the door: "Who gave you that clothes?"

Of course, Zhang Jue didn't just find a house and go in. He found that on the clothes rail at the door, there was a dress that was obviously different from other styles, and there were a few English letters written on it that Zhang Jue couldn't understand. Probably a foreign brand.

Seeing this kind of clothes here is like seeing pasta in Shaxian snacks.

"You said that, a group of scumbags came here a month ago, they ruined one of my clothes, and I will pay for it."

"Oh, so that's the case. Are they still in the village now?"

The old man looked at Zhang Jue, and regained that confused look: "What did you say?"

Yes, Zhang Jue sighed, it seems that this old guy has a disease of pretending to be stupid when he can't see the money.

He took out another 100 yuan and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "Old man, are they still in the village now?"

The old man took the money and looked left and right, and smiled happily: "Let's go early."

"Then what are they here for?"

Another 100 yuan.

"Then I don't know, ask the village chief!"

After successfully being defrauded of 400 yuan, Zhang Jue, with tears in his eyes, walked along the steps to the house on the top of the mountain.

If I had known it earlier, I would have gone straight up, what a clever trick!

Zhang Jue walked for 10 minutes before arriving at the so-called village head's house.

There was an old man in the yard, younger than the one just now, he looked only 70 to [-] years old. When Zhang Jue came, he was feeding chickens in the yard.

"Excuse me, are you the village head of this village?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Yes, who are you looking for?"

"Ah, hello, I'm from the Jianghai Public Security Bureau." Zhang Jue took out a certificate and waved it in front of the village chief, "Our bureau is investigating a case recently, and there are several foreign suspects. People, I want to know with you whether they have been to our village."

"No." The village chief said without thinking, "This village is almost deserted, and none of our own people want to come back. There are no foreigners."

"Really?" Zhang Jue stared into the eyes of the village chief, and then shook his ID in front of his eyes, "Old village chief, I know that people are getting older and tend to have bad memory, let me remind you, these people But international felons, if you don’t know about it, it’s okay, if you don’t report it, it’s a felony, and when the government | missiles come over and blow up the village, you’re a sinner!”

Zhang Jue saw that the old man didn't know the law, so he exaggerated how to say it.

The old man was indeed a little panicked, his eyes flickered, but he still refused to admit it.

"No—just nothing!"

"Okay, it's okay if you don't say anything, but let's talk about the ugly things first, if I find any clues, don't blame me for being rude." Zhang Jue looked around in the yard, pointing to an empty doghouse, "Master Village Chief, can you tell me where your dog went?"

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"What, what dog?" Hearing Zhang Jue's question, the village chief was a little flustered, "I never had a dog in my house!"

Zhang Jue pointed to the iron basin on the ground: "Then this thing is used to feed yourself?"

"You don't care!" The village head became angry and waved his hand irritably, "Where did you come from, hurry up, we don't welcome you in our village!"

Zhang Jue's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed his hand: "What's going on?"

The joint of the little finger of the old man's left hand has turned into a gear.

The village chief withdrew his hand all of a sudden and hid behind him.

Seeing his hand, Zhang Jue was finally able to determine the source of SCP-217, which should be here.

He sneered and pointed to the family portrait hanging on the wall in the room.

"Old man, I really don't care whether you live or die, and I don't want to care, but can you watch your family members die one by one? Let me tell you, you have a disease, and this disease is very fierce. As long as it is infected, no one can live. You have lived for most of your life, but I see how old your little grandson is, can you bear it? Let me tell you, this virus will be passed down the blood, when the time comes No one in your family wants to run away!"

Zhang Jue described SCP-217 as horrifying, as if once infected, he would be punished.

However, with the old man's knowledge, it is impossible to judge whether what he said is true or not.

And what Zhang Jue said just hit his heart.

Seeing that the village chief's defenses were loosened, Zhang Jue said, "Old man, tell me quickly, what did those people do to you? You are hopeless, but you can't implicate your family and the villagers here."

The village chief hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Those people came to the village a month ago, saying that it was a foreign investigation group, and they wanted to collect some specimens here—"