I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

But he suddenly remembered something, and his expression became serious.

"I heard you're going to the headquarters?" Guan Peng asked.

Zhang Jue hummed: "Just go to site 19, you know, it's actually a bigger site."

Guan Peng pondered for a moment, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Since you are determined to participate in those things, there is one thing I have to tell you."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Looking at Guan Peng's expression, Zhang Jue knew that it must be a very important matter, otherwise, with Guan Peng's character, he would not have said such a thing.

Guan Peng said: "Do you still remember the incident of 682 breaching containment when you just came here?"

Zhang Jue nodded, of course he remembered this matter.

At that time, Dr. Li wanted to use SCP-409 (Crystal Vine) to kill Uncle 682, which finally caused 682 to break through containment. If Zhang Jue didn't know that Shirley could restrain 682's rage, site 14 would have become a Shura field.

Seeing Zhang Jue nodding, Guan Peng continued: "At that time, the Hongying team was ordered to guard the periphery of site 14, so that if the execution failed, 682 could be quickly recontained."

"But why haven't you guys shown up?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Because we were temporarily transferred." Guan Peng said, "A transfer order from O5."

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "For the convenience of revealing, what have you been transferred to?"

This was already a violation of the regulations, but since Guan Peng dared to say it, he didn't take it seriously.

He shook his head and said, "We didn't do anything. We were just taken around by the helicopter at the headquarters. We returned to the station a few hours later and were notified that the mission was cancelled. At that time, 682 had already been contained by you. According to the Fund It is the usual practice of the Foundation that even if we are transferred, other teams will be needed to replace us, but according to my subsequent investigation, the Foundation did not do so.”

Guan Peng looked into Zhang Jue's eyes: "I won't stop you if you're going to the headquarters, but you have to be careful. The most difficult thing to guard against is always a cold shot from behind."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhang Jue let out a laugh.

At first he thought it was very strange.

With such a rigorous organization of the Foundation, there is no backup plan for the execution of 682.

From this point of view, no matter Yang Xue or Dr. Li, they were all put together.

Some people want to use 682 to massacre at site14.

He thought about it, and felt wrong again.

If someone really wants to use 682 to kill someone, then the most likely target should be himself who just traveled here.

Probably from the first day he came here, he was being watched.

Zhang Jue suddenly laughed.

Foundation, Foundation, you always surprise me.

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 134 Go to site19

2221 12 Month 31 Day.

On New Year's Eve, the whole world is immersed in the ocean of joy.

Zhang Jue took the last flight to Switzerland.

This is the nominal headquarters of the Foundation - the site of site19.

The reason why it is called the nominal headquarters is that site 19 is currently the largest site operated by the foundation in the world, containing hundreds of SCP items.

Among the 5 members of the O13 Council, one person will take a rotation here every year to handle the daily affairs of the Foundation.

Those many decisions are distributed from here to all over the world.

Zhang Jue has been to Switzerland once, but he did not enter site19 that time.

The purpose of his coming to the headquarters this time is very simple.

See SCP-682.

More than a month ago, Zhang Jue reached an agreement with O5-10. He handed over the camera found in SCP-1351, and the Foundation gave him a chance to meet with 682, and no video recording or monitoring was allowed during the whole process.

It seems that regardless of past life or present life, SCP682 occupies a very important position in the eyes of the foundation.

He arrived at the Swiss airport at 1:1 local time on January 13.

The person in charge of the foundation to receive him has already been waiting there.

"Hello, Consultant Zhang, my name is Josue Morales, and I am the person in charge of your trip. I will take you to the hotel where you are staying first, and then I will go to eat something. I know there is a restaurant that tastes very good. , Consultant Zhang, you will definitely like—”

Morales has a kind expression and well-spoken words, and he seems to often do reception work.

Zhang Jue smiled at him: "Mr. Morales, don't be so polite. If it's convenient, please take me directly to the site."

"Uh, this..."

Morales' expression changed.

Zhang Jue looked up at him: "What? Inconvenient?"

"No." Morales was obviously embarrassed. "At the end of the last year, there were a lot of people coming to site19 to report on their duties, so Lord O5 probably doesn't have time..."

Because ordinary employees don't know which O5 is on duty here, they are collectively referred to as Master O5.

"It's okay." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I can wait."

Morales wanted to say something else, but Zhang Jue just lay on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. Morales sighed and could only ask the driver to drive the car directly to site19.

An hour later, the car arrived at site 19, but instead of going through the main entrance, it made a detour, and drove in through the small door on the side.

Morales took Zhang Jue to a reception room.

The reception room is very run down and obviously hasn't been cleaned in a while, it doesn't feel like a place to receive people at all.

Morales looked at the old sofa, and felt a little embarrassed. He sighed: "Consultant Zhang, you really don't need to be so anxious. Even if you come, what can you do..."

Knowing the other party's good intentions, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "It's okay, if you have something to do, go and do it first. I'll just wait here. When our honorable O5-sama is free, come and see me again."

Zhang Jue's expression was natural, without any reluctance.

"Okay." Morales shook his head and left the reception room.

After Morales left, Zhang Jue sat down on the dilapidated sofa, pinching his chin with his right hand.

He didn't know which O5 was sitting here at this time, but it was obvious that the other party didn't welcome his arrival.

From the moment we met, Morales didn't want to bring himself to site 19. If it wasn't for his high level, he might not even be able to enter the site's door.

And placing him here is probably the prestige given to him by the other party, and it is estimated that he wants to kill him.

Zhang Jue sneered, if I let you succeed, I will write the names upside down.

Morales walked out of the reception room with a sad face. He walked around the site and came to a secret office.

A man wearing rimless glasses was sitting inside working. When Morales came in, he put down the documents in his hand.

"How about others?"

Morales said: "Mr. Bellamy, as you expected, that Consultant Zhang didn't want to live outside, so he came directly to site 19, and is now sitting in the reception room you arranged. It seems that if he I won't be leaving until I see Lord O5."

Bellamy snorted coldly: "Where does he think this is, his site 14? This is the headquarters of the foundation! If he wants to act wild here, he has to carefully consider whether he can afford the consequences - isn't he staying here and not leaving?" Yes, tell the logistics department, no one is allowed to bring him water or food, he just got off the plane, let's see how long he can last!"

Morales answered yes, and said cautiously, "Where is Lord O5?"

Bellamy glanced at him.

Morales shuddered, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

Seeing his appearance, Bellamy sneered.

"Don't ask more about things you shouldn't ask. Lord O5 is busy with other things at this time. I will naturally find an opportunity to report this matter to her."

All afternoon, Morales was restless.

Zhang Jue was brought by him, and he felt a little sorry for leaving him alone in the old reception room.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. According to a conservative estimate, this consultant Zhang had not eaten or watered for ten hours.

He went to the monitoring room, but no one saw Zhang Jue coming out.

Morales sighed.

He is not a member of the obvious faction and has always been kind to others, but Bellamy is his immediate boss, and he has to obey the other party's arrangements.

At this time, his phone rang, and the name displayed on it was Bellamy.

"That Consultant Zhang, he hasn't left yet?"

"Report, not yet."

"You go and see."

"Yes."

Morales thought for a while, and hid a bottle of water and a piece of bread in his trouser leg.

However, before he reached the reception room, he smelled a fragrance coming from the corridor.

A fragrance he had never smelled before.

Morales felt a little strange, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When he walked to the door of the reception room, he could finally confirm that the smell came from inside.

Morales took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Zhang Jue's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Morales pushed the door open and entered.

When he saw the scene in the house, he was stunned.

Originally, there was only a reception room with a sofa, but at some point there was an extra table in its original form, the one used in hotels, with a turntable.

In the center of the round table was a pot filled with water. There was actually a stove burning underground, and the water in the pot was constantly boiling.

There are many plates around the table.

Inside the plate were meat rolls, green vegetables, kelp, carrots, potatoes, and many other things that Morales couldn't name, densely packed, with a dozen or twenty kinds.

The consultant, Zhang Jue, was holding a small dish in his left hand, which was filled with unknown sauce ingredients, and holding two wooden sticks in his right hand, constantly stirring it in the pot of boiling water.

He was still muttering: "Hey, I remember eating a few slices of meat, where did they go, um, it looks like I have to cut it bigger next time."

He seemed a bit remorseful, and then poured a large plate of meat rolls directly into the hot pot.

Morales had been there before, and he knew that the two wooden sticks in Zhang Jue's hands were called chopsticks.

And that pot of boiling water seems to be called "hot pot".

Consultant Zhang eating hot pot in the reception room of site19?

Morales could not comprehend what he saw.

Before he came to the reception room.

Almost every possibility was thought of.

For example, Zhang Jue had already left, or was furious at himself.

But he never expected that this consultant Zhang actually set up a big table here.

Even the dishes in the cafeteria of the foundation don't have as many dishes as he does!

If these ingredients are all packed in Consultant Zhang's backpack, how do you explain the table and the pot?

Is it all carried by him?

Is he here on business or on vacation?

Having said that, even if it is a vacation, will anyone carry a table and hot pot?

"Huh—hiss—, it's so spicy, I won't buy such a spicy pot bottom next time, huh—" Zhang Jue kept flapping his hands around his mouth, cursing spicy, while stuffing it into his mouth. .

He greeted Morales: "Hey, buddy, have you eaten yet? Let's have some together. This duck intestine is very authentic, but a bit spicy. I forgot to bring happy water this time. What a mistake—"

Before Morales could speak, his phone rang again, still at Bellamy's number.

Morales glanced at Zhang Jue and found that the other party was obsessed with picking up a ball with chopsticks and had no time to pay attention to him.