I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

My head has already started to become chaotic, and the surrounding scenery has also started to blur.

He knew that he was going to wake up again.

I'm really not reconciled.

It would be nice to be able to come back anytime.

Unsatisfied curiosity is the most uncomfortable thing for a person like him.

He would rather that 'it' appear in front of his eyes immediately, even if it was worth the sudden death at that time.

Zhang Jue sat on the steps at the entrance of the hospital, resignedly waiting for himself to wake up.

However, at this moment, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from a distance, and it seemed to have stopped on the street outside the hospital.

anyone?

He stood up immediately.

But my head was dizzy.

Damn, do I have to wake up at this time?

Damn it.

He held on, walked out of the hospital, and shouted with the last of his strength: "Is there anyone????"

People outside the hospital also seemed to hear his voice.

The sound of running came.

Zhang Jue saw a vague figure.

But he couldn't even stand still.

The surrounding scenery began to shatter.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after the man saw him, he ran faster and faster, as if he was a little excited.

At the last moment before waking up, the man finally ran to his side, put his hands on his shoulders, and made a sound of surprise.

"Feng Zi?! It's really you!"

……

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, Words Don't Ding Ren, Yan n and other bigwigs for their rewards.

Before I knew it, it was four o'clock, but I wrote it with satisfaction, hehehehe.

Chapter 359 The Way to Defeat the Bureau of Abnormal Organisms

In the vast universe, the earth is just a small celestial body, insignificant, but humans have lived here for tens of thousands of years.

Especially in the past few hundred years, science and technology have advanced by leaps and bounds, and human beings have stepped into space.

But on the earth, there are always some hidden corners that are not known to people.

Even the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures couldn't locate it.

A cafe with no signboard.

A woman in a black dress and black high heels walked in from outside.

Masked waiters bowed to greet them.

The woman opened the handbag she was carrying, took out a card and handed it to him.

The waiter took it carefully, looked at the name on it, and became more respectful.

"Miss Alison, this way please."

Alison looked around while following the waiter.

Although the entrance of this coffee shop is located in a busy city, the inside is very empty, without a single customer.

She guessed that there should be some kind of spatial anomaly here. Without this special invitation, it probably wouldn't be possible to get in.

She followed the waiter to the innermost private room.

The light in the private room was very dim, and there was a large round table in the center of the room.

There are six chairs around the table.

Because the round table is large, the distance between each chair is also long.

There is a person sitting on the main seat facing the door.

Alison watched him nonchalantly by the light on top of the round table.

The male looks like an oriental person. His skin is sallow, he seems a little malnourished, his hair is very long, and his bangs cover the entire right half of his face, which makes people look uncomfortable.

The waiter brought her and left.

The person across the table said: "Welcome, Miss Alison."

His voice was a little hoarse, like smoked.

And although his tone was gentle, Alison could feel the slightest chill emanating from his body.

"Who are you?" Alison asked.

Her invitation came when she was studying in the librarian.

It has her name and the address and time of the cafe on it.

Being able to put the invitation directly into the library management, and predict when she will read that book, in itself made her a huge curiosity about the inviter.

"You can call me 'painter'." The man laughed again, pointing to the seat next to him, "Don't look out, Ms. Alison, please sit down, there are still people not here."

Painter, that should be a code name, like the Black Queen.

Alison looked at him, walked towards the round table after a while, but didn't sit in the seat he pointed to, but chose to sit down on a chair separated from him.

Alison didn't ask why the other party invited her, because he had already said, and there were still people who didn't come, and they would naturally say it when they were all here.

After she sat down, the waiter brought her a cup of coffee, but she didn't drink it, but chose to close her eyes and meditate.

Soon, footsteps sounded again.

Alison opened her eyes, and she saw the waiter bring in another person.

The man was not tall, only a little over one meter, and he was a dwarf.

He was wearing a bright red suit, a tall black hat on his head, and a slightly upturned mustache, like a clown in a circus, a bit funny.

Seeing him enter the door, the person code-named "Painter" smiled slightly.

"I'm honored to have you here, Dr. Me, please sit here."

The dwarf laughed very happily: "Boy, you are not bad, someone always mispronounces my name."

Only then did Alison know that Dr. Wo was actually a dwarf.

& Although the doctor is not good in appearance, he can definitely be called famous.

He devoted himself to making all kinds of children's toys, but actually came up with a lot of dangerous things, and many anomalous projects were made by him.

Chaos Divider|||Splitter has bought many weapons and equipment from him.

Legend has it that he is inextricably linked to the Anderson factory where the Authority originated, but no one knows what the real situation is.

Alison glanced at the painter, Dr. Wo's whereabouts have always been mysterious, and the other party's ability to invite him must have a very difficult background.

& Doctor also chose a seat to sit down.

Between the three people, there is a chair between each two people.

Just as the doctor was seated, the waiter brought in another person, who also looked very strange.

He was dressed in sackcloth, and although he had hands and feet like a human being, he had no hair, his skin was snow-white, and blood vessels could even be seen, as if he had some kind of albinism.

None of the people the painter invited seemed normal.

"Mr. Metville, how are your people?" the painter asked.

"They're fine."

The albino named Metwell looked around and chose to sit between Dr. Wo and Alison.

The three people who came to the appointment all chose to stay away from the painter.

Alison knew it wasn't a coincidence.

Because she could feel the dangerous aura emanating from the opponent, which made people shudder.

With such a seating arrangement, it seems that the artist is facing the three of them.

The momentum didn't drop in the slightest.

The waiter brought two more cups of coffee.

But no one moved, no one even spoke.

There are two more positions.

Alison is also waiting to see what other monsters he has invited.

But some time passed, and the door was never opened.

The painter sighed.

"It looks like Holden won't be coming, so let's start with the five of us."

Bill Holden was the name of the leader of the Chaos Insurgency, which Alison knew.

This painter is really great.

But soon she was attracted by another point in the words.

Five people?Isn't there only four people here?

Alison looked around, and felt a chill down his spine in the next second.

She was surprised to find that there was a person sitting on the seat to the left of the painter.

The lighting in the room was very dim, except for a single incandescent lamp shining down from the top of a huge round table.

The illuminated area is very limited.

The man was wearing a black robe, and his facial features were hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

When did he come?I didn't even notice it!

Alison narrowed her eyes suddenly.

Definitely very tricky if he is the enemy.

She looked around and saw that Dr. Metwell was also looking surprised.

Especially Dr. I, who was sitting next to him, who giggled and said, "Wow, my friend, when did you come!"

The painter said: "Don't be surprised, this gentleman is the first to arrive. He has been sitting here all the time, but you didn't notice him."

There are only six chairs around the round table, how could they not notice anyone.

Alison clearly remembers that when she came, there was no one there except for the chair made by the painter.

Then there is only one explanation - the other party has a special ability that makes people ignore his existence.

Alison frowned, because she felt that the breath emanating from this mysterious man seemed a little familiar, and she must have touched it somewhere.

After a small episode, the painter propped his hands on the table, his eyes were burning, and he glanced at the other four people.

He spoke slowly.

"All of you here are people who can place pieces on the chessboard, but due to various reasons, everyone has some things that are inconvenient to do. I invite you to come here today because I want to set up a new organization. This organization has no absolute leader, no constant goal, only one purpose, which is to help each other, advance and retreat together—how, everyone, are you interested in joining?”

After speaking, he paused for a moment, waiting for the reactions of the other four.

Alison didn't speak.

She represents the library and the Serpent's Hand. It is impossible to trust anyone easily. Besides, it is the first time she has seen these people. Except for Dr. Wo, she doesn't even know which faction the other three belong to.

Several people were silent for a moment, and the albino named Metville was the first to ask.