I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

"Our childhood entertainment?"

Maxim didn't know why Zhang Jue asked this question, but he still thought about it seriously.

"It's nothing more than going up the tree to catch birds, and down the river to catch fish. If you encounter black bears and wild boars, you can ride on them for a while."

Riding on a black bear and wild boar is indeed worthy of a fighting nation.

Zhang Jue stretched out his thumb and asked, "Didn't you watch TV when you were young? For example, cartoons or something?"

"Cartoon?" Maxim was stunned for a long time before remembering the story that seemed to be interpreted with cartoon images. He waved his hand disdainfully: "In most cases, we don't watch those things, it's boring."

Yeah, if I could ride a wild boar as a kid, I wouldn't watch cartoons.

Zhang Jue laughed: "That's good, Maxim, then I will trouble you to gather all the employees of this site into the big conference room, and I will do an experiment."

"What experiment?" Maxim asked.

"Station Master Maxim, to tell you the truth, I think the theft of SCP-1139 is very likely to be related to the employees inside the site. Frankly speaking, I suspect that there are internal agents of the enemy in the site." Zhang Jue smiled slightly , with a mysterious expression, "And my experiment is to help you find out this ghost!"

……

An hour later, site118 held the largest staff meeting since Maxim took office.

The reason for holding the conference is actually clear to everyone, because a very important project was lost in the site.

Except for a few key positions, the other hundreds of employees put down their work and gathered in the large conference room.

And the special commissioner of the Foundation Headquarters——Zhang Jue, Consultant Zhang, was sitting in the center of the rostrum. He had a small clay pot in his hand, and he didn't know what it was for.

Next, the station master Maxim started to speak, and when he opened his mouth, he was a blockbuster.

"Regarding the investigation of the theft of the site project, we have come to a conclusion that there is an internal response from the enemy in site 118." He said angrily, "The reason for holding this meeting today is to find him out. , look who betrayed his colleagues, his friends, and his career!"

After Maxim finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience.

No one would have thought that Consultant Zhang would come to such a conclusion only half a day after he came here.

Does it mean that the people around you are untrustworthy?

Colleagues who seem to be very good friends may soon become enemies.

Soon, a feeling called panic spread.

The station master called everyone together, which meant that everyone was suspected.

Once this kind of thing is suspected, it is impossible to argue.

After all, when working, who hasn't had a time to complain about the leader.

Those outspoken words in the past will now become ironclad evidence of defection to the enemy.

For a moment, people were in panic, for fear that the butcher knife would fall on his neck.

It would be fine if it was just execution or memory erasure, but the most terrifying thing is being downgraded to a D-class personnel, and in the end, I am afraid that life will be worse than death.

Everyone whispered.

Suddenly a researcher stood up and said, "Station Master! You have to talk about evidence. Why do you doubt us?"

If there is someone who takes the lead, there will naturally be a response, and the other person dared to say: "Yes, everyone is a good colleague, and no one can be an enemy."

In this way, people kept getting up and questioning.

The scene got a little out of control for a while.

At this time, Zhang Jue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly coughed twice and stood up.

With just these two movements, for a moment, everyone was afraid to speak and stared blankly at him.

There is no falsehood under the reputation.

After so much, the word Zhang Jue has become extraordinary in the hearts of the employees of the foundation.

If it is said that those bigwigs in the O5 council are high and mysterious.

Then Zhang Jue is the god who was relegated.

Almost, if not omnipotent.

So they dared to refute the station master's words, but when Zhang Jue got up, no one dared to say anything.

Zhang Jue looked around and laughed.

"Everyone has misunderstood. Although we guess that there are internal responses from the enemy in the site, we do not want to carry out indiscriminate strikes." He picked up the clay pot on the table, "This is a project I borrowed from the headquarters, and I will not tell you the number. All you need to know is that it is a lie detector, as long as we pass its test, we can know who is our friend and who is our enemy."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

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Zhang Jue picked up the clay pot and continued to fool around: "Everyone, this is not an ordinary clay pot. After testing by the foundation, it has a very useful feature: the questioner asks the question, and the others answer it." , it can detect whether the respondent is telling the truth or a lie - the respondent will touch his hand to the bottom of the clay pot, if the answer is false, then his hand will be stuck on it and cannot be taken out .”

It turned out to be the case.

Maxim was overjoyed.

It sounds simple enough.

If he had known that Consultant Zhang had such an artifact, he wouldn't have worried.

For some trained people, ordinary polygraphs can be fooled.

Therefore, except for some very important interrogations, the Foundation generally does not use ordinary lie detectors, and even if they use them, they are generally only used as a reference.

In fact, the Foundation does have a program that can be used to detect polygraphs - SCP-1351 (Perfect Polygraph).

But that is a project with a very high level of confidentiality, and it is not in 118.

Even if Zhang Jue sends an application to the foundation now, and waits for the headquarters' approval before transporting 1351, the day lily will be cold.

He doesn't have so much time to waste in this place that doesn't shit, so Zhang Jue plans to use his own way to find the ghost.

The two turned off the microphone and muttered a few words in a low voice. The employees below couldn't wait any longer. They also wanted to see if this clay pot was as magical as Zhang Jue said.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Jue waved his hand.

"Okay, the auspicious time has come, and the polygraph operation has officially begun."

Under the command of the station master Maxim, the employees at site 118 consciously formed a long queue, waiting for Zhang Jue's questions.

The first person reaches into the clay pot and touches the bottom of the pot.

Zhang Jue looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Zakoloff."

"Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

"Report sir, it has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, take your hand out and let me see."

Zaklov took his hand out of the clay pot as promised, and nothing happened except for some white ashes on his fingertips.

Zhang Jue nodded: "Okay, let's go."

The process is so simple that it doesn't even take ten seconds for one person.

When everyone saw this scene, they felt very awesome.

Instead of checking the heart rate and pulse, you can determine whether a person is lying by placing your hand in it.

This lie detector is too easy to use.

The projects they usually study are all dangerous. Such a safe and easy-to-use project is really rare.

As time passed, everyone put their hands on the bottom of the pot and answered Zhang Jue's question.

Except for the first person, Zhang Jue asked the same questions to everyone else: "Are you an internal agent sent by the enemy? Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

Of course, everyone denied it.

Ten minutes passed, and the line gradually shortened, leaving only the last dozen or so staff members.

If nothing else, the enemy will be one of them—or a few.

The last few, without exception, are middle-level cadres in the site, highly regarded by Maxim, and are the mainstay of Site 118.

If there were enemies among them, it would be the biggest joke since the establishment of Site 118.

Stationmaster Maxim swallowed unconsciously.

The number of people in line decreased little by little, and his heart was in his throat.

But the clay pot still didn't stick anyone's hand.

Another 2 minutes passed, and there was only one person left in the team who hadn't been tested.

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was the experiment director of Site 118, Vognev.

Everyone looked at him with weird eyes and whispered.

It seems that Vogniev's popularity is not very good, and no one came up to defend him at this time.

Vognev walked to Zhang Jue's seat with a calm expression.

Zhang Jue looked at him and asked with a smile, "Dear man, what else do you want to say?"

"No." Vognev shook his head, his tone not salty, "Please hurry up, Consultant Zhang, I still have an experiment to finish."

With just this sentence, Zhang Jue knew the reason for his unpopularity.

However, working in the foundation is not the same as working in other places. As long as you are strong, you will generally not be buried.

After all, everyone is not stupid, and it doesn't matter if they talk and laugh normally, but when it comes time to vote, you know who you should vote for, after all, it may be related to your life.

Zhang Jue looked at him and repeated the two questions: "Are you an internal agent sent by the enemy? Is the theft of SCP-1139 related to you?"

Vognev shook his head calmly: "I'm not, I don't."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on his arm.

Vogniev completely ignored the gazes of other people, and calmly took his hand out of the clay pot.

Maxim let out a long breath.

Site118 does not have a deputy station master. Except for him, Vognev has the highest authority. If even he is instigated by the enemy, then the entire site may not have any secrets at all.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Jue.

Everyone is waiting for his statement.

The meeting has been going on for nearly two hours now.

These more than 100 people also waited for two hours, but in the end, nothing happened.

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Zhang Jue sat firmly on the rostrum with a smile on his face, as if he had a plan in mind.

Seeing that Zhang Jue didn't speak, the employees below seemed to have a tendency to go berserk.

Maxim knocked on the table: "What's the matter, do you want to rebel? I'm not dead yet!"

Although Maxim has just become the station master, he has served at Site 118 for more than 30 years and has a high reputation.

Seeing him angry, everyone dared not speak.

Maxim turned to Zhang Jue and changed his smile.

"Consultant Zhang, all the people in this meeting room have been questioned. It seems that everyone is not an enemy. There are still a few security personnel outside. Should we call them in and test it?"

Although there is a conference, the most basic security facilities must be controlled and monitored by someone, otherwise once the enemy launches an attack, the site will become deaf and blind.

However, Zhang Jue personally screened those who remained on the job, and their security level was very low, so it was impossible to know information about SCP-1139.

When Maxim said this, he actually wanted to save Zhang Jue some face.

But Zhang Jue didn't appreciate it at all.

"No, those people can't be insiders," he said.

Hearing what he said, Maxim was a little confused.

You were the one who said that the enemy had an internal response, and you are the one who can't find it now. He really doesn't know how to proceed.

Zhang Jue stood up: "Master Maxim, you said just now that all the people in this conference room have passed the test. In my opinion, it seems that they have not."