I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Because it's an anomalous biological project of the Authority.

795 (Reality Bending Cat).

Although this cat looks obese, it is charmingly naive.

But like its name, its abilities are anything but cute.

The ability to distort reality is already terrifying for humans.

What happens when an animal gains reality-bending powers?

795 can change the physical form of entities within 30 meters around it, and can affect the thinking of humans within this range.

As a cat, its thinking is relatively simple. Apart from eating and sleeping, the rest is to play.

It will transform anyone it considers friendly into another cat in order to play with it, and anything it deems unfriendly or dangerous will be converted into prey and subsequently killed and eaten.

In other words, for the tens of thousands of people in this stadium, as long as someone provokes it, they may be turned into rats and eaten by it at any time.

What's even more troublesome is that there is a concert being held here now, who cares about the constant cat under their feet.

Doyle sighed, cursing the site that had breached containment in his mind.

But scolding is scolding, things always have to be done.

Because this was the first time he led a team to perform a mission alone, and it was also a test for him by that adult.

If he passes smoothly, he can go to the headquarters with that adult.

It was his dream place.

Holding flashlights, he and Captain Thackli looked for the black cat in the dark.

Suddenly, Captain Thackli's walkie-talkie rang.

"Report to the captain, the target is found in the B3 stand area!"

Thackli immediately shouted according to Doyle's instructions: "Keep a distance! Don't act rashly! What is it doing?"

"It's eating a piece of bread that's on the ground!"

"I see, keep watching, we'll be there soon!"

Thackli and Doyle looked at each other, and immediately ran to the B3 stand area.

However, before they ran halfway, the staff member's voice came from the intercom again.

"Report reconciliation, target finished eating bread and is moving from the railing to A3 area - ah, it disappeared!"

"fvck!"

Sackley yelled.

But the two didn't dare to stop, and ran all the way to the area where the cat disappeared.

Doyle glanced at his watch, and there were still 10 minutes left before the one-hour time limit. He said to Thackli: "It is to inform your team members that they all rush to the A3 and B3 areas to find the cat. Otherwise, once the concert is suspended, we will be in the newspapers tomorrow."

Thackli also knew the seriousness of the matter and gave an order on the walkie-talkie.

In an instant, dozens of hundreds of security personnel gathered in these two areas.

Time passed by every minute, and it was almost midnight, and the concert gradually reached its climax.

Those fans shouted like crazy.

The voices at the scene were louder and louder.

Doyle's heart was pounding.

Because he didn't know if the cat would suddenly go crazy in such a noisy atmosphere.

Although they carried a dozen portable reality anchors, it was impossible to cover all of them in such a large stadium.

As long as that cat is in a bad mood, it may turn some unlucky ones into mice and eat them at any time.

Seeing that the time limit given to him by the adult was coming up, Doyle sat on the stand and sighed, as if resigned to his fate.

"Captain Thackli, inform your team members and prepare to evacuate the crowd."

Doyle knew that although the impact of doing so would be bad, it was responsible for the lives of tens of thousands of spectators present.

Captain Thackli frowned and said, "Mr. Doyle, it's okay to evacuate the crowd, but can you tell me first, what is that cat?"

Doyle shook his head: "According to the confidentiality regulations, your level has no right to know this matter."

Captain Thackli said helplessly: "Okay, but I need to confirm with the director first."

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the director.

Suddenly his pupils dilated.

The same is true of Doyle beside him.

Because they saw a tall oriental woman walking towards them with a cat in her arms.

It was the black cat.

The cat was lying in her arms, lazily.

"Mr. Doyle, you should be looking for it."

The woman smiled at Doyle and handed him the half-asleep cat.

Doyle froze for a moment, carefully took the cat from the woman's hand, and at the same time confirmed that the reality anchor he was carrying was turned on.

After the woman handed the cat to him, she turned around and was about to leave.

Doyle stopped her immediately.

"Ma'am, do you know me?"

She smiled: "At the technical exchange meeting two years ago, I read your paper, it was very interesting."

Doyle recalled the meeting he attended.

His thesis failed the assessment of other supervisors, and only a doctor from country C recognized him.

This is the one in front of me.

What is her name?

Doyle froze for a moment, then remembered.

Yang Xue.

So the person she just mentioned is the consultant?

Chapter 4 and Five Shocking Reports

Holding the big black cat in his arms, Doyle looked at the back of the woman.

A man was waiting for her leaning against the railing not far away, complaining to her as he walked.

"The people in the administration are becoming more and more unreliable in their work. This kind of cat can make it run out--in addition, Dr. Yang Da, what kind of world superstar, that's it, the fool at the gate of our village can sing better than him... ..."

"Then you can share your opinion with his fans."

"If you want to murder your husband, you can just say—"

The two talked and drifted away.

Doyle looked at their backs and frowned.

Yang Xue, this name is a bit familiar.

He should have heard it somewhere recently.

The man next to him seemed to know about the existence of the Authority, but he didn't seem to belong to the Authority.

Just as he was thinking, Captain Thackli, who was next to him, glanced at the cat in his arms.

"Mr. Doyle, is this the cat we're looking for?"

Doyle held it carefully, nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Captain Thackli scratched his head.

Apart from the fact that the cat is a little bigger and fatter, there is nothing special about it.

He couldn't imagine what kind of disaster such a cat would bring.

But it was impossible for Doyle to explain anything to him.

"Captain Thackli, thank you and your team members for your cooperation tonight. You have worked hard. Your commendation order will be issued within seven working days. Wait for your promotion."

After Doyle finished speaking, he led a dozen of his men and left the stadium.

Captain Thackli looked at their backs, feeling a little dazed for a while.

Just a moment ago, he was worried that he would be spurned by thousands of people because of the forced termination of this world-class concert, and now he is waiting for a promotion?

What are the identities of these people?

Captain Thackli felt as if he had missed something.

But it didn't matter, his eyelids really stopped twitching.

……

Doyle held the black cat carefully until she got into her car and put the cat in a special cage before she breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, then immediately pressed the answer button.

A man's low voice rang on the other side of the phone.

"One hour is up, how is the task done?"

Doyle immediately replied: "My lord, the target has been captured, and we are now on our way back."

"Yes, come to my office when you get back."

Doyle responded, "Yes!"

……

After returning to the site, Doyle handed over 795 to the appropriate staff.

Everyone is careful, after all, this guy has escaped once.

After confirming that everything was ok, Doyle took the elevator to the office on the top floor.

He tightened his tie, took a deep breath, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," said the person inside.

Doyle pushed the door open and entered.

This room is a huge office, but in addition to office things, there are also a lot of daily necessities, and there is even a folding bed in the corner, presumably the owner often spends the night here.

However, although there are many and miscellaneous things in this room, they don't look messy at all. On the contrary, they are all organized in an orderly manner, as if they were born to be in that position.

Behind the desk, a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses was writing a report.

His handwriting is very neat, the shape and spacing of each letter are completely consistent, as if printed by a printer.

Hearing Doyle's door opening, he closed the report, covered the pen in his hand, put it in the pen holder, and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses.

Doyle walked to his desk, bowed and said, "Master Gladstone, 795 has been re-detained, and all its detainment measures have been repaired."

Gladstone nodded: "Have you found out why the detention failed?"

"It has been found out." Doyle's face was a little embarrassed, "Joan brought her pet cat to the site, and 795 gave it her ability, and the two cats destroyed the containment measures together—"

"Although I won't be the webmaster of this site tomorrow, I still want to know what the new Cosmo webmaster plans to do with her."

"Uh... It is said that it is a one-month suspension for self-reflection."

Gladstone looked at Doyle: "I read the report. The 795 fled this time, resulting in the death of two security personnel. Doyle, do you think this punishment is reasonable?"

Doyle was speechless for a moment.

Gladstone said with a blank expression: "It's not past twelve, and I'm still the stationmaster of Site89 - send my order, researcher Brant Joan violated the regulations of the Administration, and brought pets into the site without authorization." , which led to the failure of the custody incident, which caused very serious consequences. From now on, I will be demoted to a D-level personnel for a period of three months."