SCP Life Diary of a D-class Personnel

It was already evening when Rhine got off the plane and went to take the train to Lexington.

To be honest, although this period of time has been boring, it is indeed much better than squatting in the office to approve documents, so he is not dissatisfied... Rhine can already see Clef revealing to him in the starry sky Smiling face...even though he had never seen what Clef's face looked like.

Pulling his suitcase and walking out of the train station, Rhine realized that Lexington had not changed much after leaving for so many years, but he was not familiar with this town...

It's too late, let's talk about the investigation tomorrow.

Rhine glanced at the imprint under his wrist, and walked to the largest and most comfortable hotel in the town based on his memory.

There are very few pedestrians on the street. Rhine heard that there have been many cases of adult disappearances in the town recently, and the time is all at night. This has caused people in the town to dare not go out at night. The police sent people to participate in the investigation and found no information. Instead, he lost several of his police officers.

However, the police currently suspect that all this is related to a cult organization that recently appeared in the town, but it is a pity that they have not caught each other until now, but have been played around.

Rhine arrived at the hotel soon. As a site director, he is not short of money. To be honest, he has nothing in his suitcase, only money left! ...no, and hair tonic.

After briefly going through the hotel check-in procedures, he took a box of money and hair growth cream and walked upstairs to the room he had just rented.

Although the town of Lexington is not big, this hotel is very high-end and even has a computer.

Rhine used to be a fan of professional players who can throw afterimages when flicking the mouse in gaming... That was a Chinese player. At that time, Rhein, who was suffering from Internet addiction and was young, completely regarded him as his idol, a god! ... so much so that he still remembers the player's lines: "Because, you are a professional player!"

The hand that could only throw out afterimages made Rhine very envious. At that time, he even sat in front of the computer every day and practiced the "Shadowless Hand" trick so hard that his hands cramped.

Cough... But these are the past.

Throwing the suitcase aside, Rhine walked into the bathroom, took a shower, applied some hair growth cream, and then planned to go to bed. After working for the foundation for a long time, he basically didn't get a good night's sleep. He was busy with countless jobs every day— This kind of opportunity is very rare now.

Finally, he took a look at the imprint Rhine on his wrist and turned off the lights to rest... This imprint Rhine really didn't want to complain too much, it reminded him of the anime called Naruto that he watched when he was a child. This mark is very similar to the mark on the nape of the male lead "What's Gay" in the anime, but it's a pity that after obtaining the mark, "What's Gay" has exploded in strength, and he pretends to be evasive. Oh, and I'm not worried about being sanctioned.

As for Rhine? ... Rhine didn't find any other characteristics except itching or pain from time to time. This thing made his painful hands cramp on the plane! ...felt like a suckling pig that had been strung on a barbecue and suddenly came alive with cramps, such a double pain that Rhein wanted to chop himself off.

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Not too long passed, and Rhine, who was lying on the bed with a peaceful expression, suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and sat up screaming: "Damn, bald!"

Apparently, he's having another nightmare.

Rhine's consciousness is blurred and his eyes are blurred. It was a sweet dream. He sat on the bank of Daming Lake and chatted happily with Taiji Jinxian. All the scum that hindered him was thrown to Shi Dalin. Chinese culture is so good. ...But suddenly, the kind and kind Tai Chi Golden Immortal transformed into a black-skinned bald head.

Recently, I always dream about that black-skinned bald head. Rhine's sleeping experience is extremely bad! Now when he mainly closes his eyes, he can't help but see the black coal-like bald head showing a smiling face... It's okay to have a black face, but this ghost thing has a lot of white teeth, and the head is still reflective, black and white The two-color paired with the weirdly large smiling face is really scary...

Rhine reached out and rubbed his temples, then turned on the light and looked at his watch. He slept for five hours, and it is already four o'clock in the morning, but because it is winter, it is so dark outside the window that he can hardly see anything.

Rhine shook his head to wake himself up. He had no intention of going back to sleep at all. The black bald head really scared him.

However, just when Rhine got out of bed and was about to wash up, the severe pain and burning sensation from the imprint on his wrist forced him to kneel on the ground...

"Fuck..." Rhine reached out and grabbed his wrist, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from making an embarrassing sound.

This kind of severe pain was something Rhine couldn't get used to. Although there was no cramp this time, it still made Rhine tremble all over and break out in a cold sweat.

This feeling is like being burned in magma, and at the same time, there are countless needles piercing your skin, and even Rhine can feel that the imprint is constantly expanding and climbing up.

dizzy? It doesn't exist. As time goes by, Rhine's consciousness becomes more and more clear. He can only hope that the pain will pass quickly.

Fortunately, the imprint pain does not last long. Rhine has recorded the pain time, and the general time is three to five minutes, so the pain will end soon.

Only four minutes have passed, but Rhine feels that a year has passed...

Rhine wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had to speed up the investigation, otherwise he might really be unable to resist cutting off his hand after a while.

First of all, without further ado, Rhine put on her clothes and left the hotel directly. Although it was still dark, Rhine didn't care.

The citizens of Lexington seem to be mysteriously disappearing because of a cult organization—reminiscent of Claire, who looks like a fanatic, Rhine thinks it is necessary for him to investigate.

Of course, the premise is that the disappearance of citizens is really because they were kidnapped by a cult group...

Rhine's body is not strong, and he looks quite weak with glasses on. Walking alone on the street, he can easily become the target of attacks by cult organizations...

But that's exactly what he wanted. He didn't think he could find a criminal gang within two weeks that a dozen or so policemen hadn't caught in a month by himself.

But Rhine was not defenseless. His pistol was hidden in his white robe and could be drawn out at any time.

...Yes, he is still wearing the doctor's robe he usually wears.

It was very cold on the street, but Rhine, who was wearing thin clothes, seemed to be unable to feel the cold, and wandered around the street for more than half an hour—however, he was not attacked by the cult organization as he hoped... .

"Oh..." Rhine couldn't help but let out a long sigh~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's really crazy, as a three-good director, he squats in the office every day like a robot to approve documents and provoke someone who? Why do you always have trouble finding him?

"I'm so goddamned..." Rhine spit and complained, and suddenly there was a burst of thunder in the sky, which frightened him, turning his head and shaking his hair violently, almost separating the human from the machine.

"This shit..." Rhine was speechless. Is this a coincidence? Why did he feel like he was going to be struck by lightning if he continued talking? ...He is also a good man! Why did God treat him like this! ? …

"Forget it, it's boring..." Rhine, who was in a very bad mood, gave up the idea of ​​cursing and decided to go home. To investigate this kind of thing, it is still necessary to draw up a long-term plan before it can be implemented satisfactorily.

However, when Rhine passed by an alley at the corner of the street, Rhine heard a cry for help from inside:

"...Don't touch me! Get your hands off!..."

"Hold on, don't move...we're here to help you."

"I don't need...you help! Don't touch me, I don't know you!...Who are you?"

Rhine frowned slightly. Hearing that there would be at least three people in the conversation, it seemed that a lady was in some trouble... Maybe it was kidnapping, could it be a cult organization?

Without thinking too much, Rhine rushed into the alley, holding the pistol in his coat with one hand, and he could pull it out as soon as he encountered trouble.