[Comprehensive] Supernatural Honmaru Experience Records

One year later, in a chess and card room in ██ City, a middle-aged man suddenly committed self-immolation, and was reduced to ashes in an instant. For a while, all kinds of supernatural discussions emerged endlessly, until the CN branch of the SCP Foundation The personnel blocked/blocked the news before the heat cooled down.

"Agent Liesu, I have your phone number."

Zhu Xingyan nodded, and turned right directly into the office. At this time, SCP-181 "Lucky Man" was already sitting on the sofa in front of the desk.

After Zhu Xingyan answered the phone, he didn't know what to say. When he hung up the phone, he turned his head and stared at SCP-181 "Lucky" silently for a long time, then took out the wallet from his pocket, and took out the A hundred-dollar bill was handed to SCP-181, "You win."

"Let me just say, your call is definitely good news." SCP-181 took the money happily, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Oh, my father is dead."

SCP-181's action of stuffing the money into the wallet immediately froze. He looked at Zhu Xingyan's expression with cold sweat, but it seemed that this young agent seemed to be in a good mood unexpectedly?

At this moment, SCP-181, who didn't know the truth, felt a little bit of sympathy for the father of the never-masked Liesu agent.

But he is naturally partial to his own people, SCP-181 shrugged, this kind of Omega 7 task force members can be seen from the crowd at a glance.

All members of the SCP Foundation's mobile task force can perform other tasks, including investigation, lurking, blocking/locking messages, etc., only Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box"-Pandora's Box) can't.

Omega-7 can only be used in front-line combat.

They are like bowstrings that are stretched to the extreme, as if they could shoot poisonous sharp arrows at any time, and the bloody and evil spirits that rolled through the blood could not be concealed at all——in the cruelty of SCP-076 "Abel" Trained, each of them is a thug who doesn't blink an eye in the face of death.

Don't say it's hidden...Even if the members of this team are walking on the bustling streets, ordinary people will spontaneously leave a vacuum around them and dare not approach them.

Of course, being in this state at any time... almost everyone is watching, waiting to see when this team will fall apart because of too much tension, and this day... is definitely not far away.

And that day...is not far away.

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In March 2██, the safety assessment of SCP-3 "Abel" was raised to a red alert, and experiments with SCP-076 contact were put on hold indefinitely.

In May 2██, subject Abel has proven difficult to manipulate. The SCP Foundation's attempts to keep him in a berserk state have all been more or less unsuccessful.He has already started beating other players.It's only a matter of time before things get worse.

In July 2██, SCP-7-076 broke the explosive collar and became uncontrolled.

10-minute countdown from ██-██-████, ████:██.Containment Area 25 will activate the atomic bomb built into the area—

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When the famous Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box"-Pandora's Box) announced its disbandment, almost all branches of the SCP Foundation felt the shock from the headquarters.

For a while, almost all the members were discussing this topic, discussing how powerful Omega-7 was back then, and how many SCPs were contained by its almost invincible power——

On this day, the dragon slayer finally turned into a dragon.

However, only Mobile Task Force MTF-Ding Chou-03 "Ferryman" was quiet inside.

At dusk, the autumn rain was already a little bit cold.

Standing outside the iron gate, Zhu Xingyan did a long time of mental construction, and after thinking about all the questions they would ask him, he knocked on the door hesitantly.

— and no one came to open the door.

He didn't give up and waited for a while, and when he was sure that no one came to open the door for him, he sighed and opened the door with his authority card.

Is everyone on duty?

Zhu Xingyan frowned, and slowly walked into the task force's living room while leaning on the wall. The sofa was a bit messy, and there were open magazines on the table and sofa. The TV indicator light was still on, and the power was not cut off.On the coffee table, there are still traces of coffee in the two mugs.

As if... They just went out for a while, and it seems that they will come back soon.

He exited the living room, closed the door gently, and the thin rain fell, wet his hair into strands, making Zhu Xingyan shiver uncontrollably.

Through the corridor, he walked into Doctor Chancheng's ward.

Strange... What is the mission, even the team doctor?Zhu Xingyan looked at the empty ward, folded his arms in wonder and began to think.

Not right.

But the bouts of drowsiness on his head made him forget so much. Zhu Xingyan supported the wall and slowly sat down on the hospital bed. He rolled up his trousers, only to find that his black outer pants were already wet with blood.

This discovery made Zhu Xingyan's expression somber. He simply took off his outer pants, then grabbed the prosthetic leg that had only been installed for three days, and ruthlessly tore it off.

Sure enough, it was too much for Asians to use the artificial limbs specially made by the headquarters according to the physique of Europeans and Americans.

Zhu Xingyan was familiar with the bus and opened the drawer of Mrs. Chancheng's desk, and took out the medicine to stop bleeding from it to disinfect himself. At this time, his eyes fell on the photo frame in front of the computer desk, and he couldn't move immediately.

Photo of a little girl wearing a birthday hat and making a wish in front of a cake.

This is a photo of the daughter that Mrs. Chancheng and Mr. Chancheng gave birth to after they got married... Zhu Xingyan was a little dazed. The year he entered the headquarters, this little girl had just been born. Didn't he expect that she would grow up so big!

However, Zhu Xingyan was more concerned about her slightly similar eyebrows and eyes with Bai Jing, which made him curl his mouth.

Mrs. Chancheng and Captain Bai Jing are from a well-established family in the CN country. However, as the youngest daughter, Mrs. Chancheng insists on marrying the heir of a declining magic family, and she is also a member of the JP country. The family couldn't accept it, so Mrs. Chancheng severed ties with the family, and changed her surname to "Chancheng" after her husband.

So in this way, Mrs. Chancheng, as an aunt, is actually going to overwhelm Captain Bai Jing.

Holding the blood-stained gauze and cotton swab, Zhu Xingyan aimed at the trash can in the corner, and after throwing it into the trash can with a standard shot, he dragged the fixed phone on the table and started making calls according to the post-it note on it .

The busy signal only rang once, and the call was connected immediately.

"Hello, is this Mr. Chancheng, may I ask..."

"Mom! When are you coming back?" The shrill voice of the immature girl covered Zhu Xingyan's voice.

This voice made Zhu Xingyan stunned, and then he was completely confused by the soft milky voice. Mrs. Chancheng's daughter...is really different from the cold Mrs. Chancheng.

"Brother Shi Jing? Tell my mother when she will be able to go home..." On the phone, the little girl asked in a whiny way, Zhu Xingyan came to his senses and heard that Mrs. Chancheng's family knew nothing about it It gave him an... ominous premonition.

"Oh, yes."

Chu Shijing is the original name of the captain Bai Jing, Zhu Xingyan lowered his voice slightly, imitating Bai Jing's voice and began to speak.

"Mom is on a business trip, and I will come to see you in a few days... I will bring you delicious food when I come back."

I can only deal with it like this first.

Zhu Xingyan hung up the phone, feeling a little cold all over his body. It should be the fever caused by the friction and inflammation of the wound of the severed limb.

Many years ago, the figure of the seven-year-old child lying on the bed gradually overlapped with that of Zhu Xingyan today, and the weather was also the same back then.

Bai Jing, who was still wearing a poncho, opened the door and came in. What he saw was just such a scene, and his heart suddenly twitched.

"……Um?"

Zhu Xingyan opened his eyes in a daze, feeling that the wound that was still burning and hurting just now was cool, and it no longer hurt. He raised his head reluctantly, and found that the gauze that he had wrapped up before had been removed, and he had been carefully applied with medicine and bandaged Bandaged.

Now, Zhu Xingyan came to his senses. He looked around and saw Bai Jing's big man squatting on the ground with a screwdriver in his hand tinkering with the prosthetic device he threw on the ground.

"Forget about this... I'll apply for another one later." Zhu Xingyan waved his hand indifferently, and then received Bai Jing's stare——

"Is your headquarters so rich—no, is your headquarters' attitude towards broken legs so casual?"

It's as calm as a sprained foot, this is a broken leg!

"Yes, yes, I know..." Zhu Xingyan struggled to sit up with his flushed face, "What do you mean by 'your headquarters'? Didn't you agree to leave my name in the team...Captain, you don't want to I?"

What did this kid learn in the headquarters, and how did he become so poor?

Bai Jing sighed, resigned himself to his fate and sat beside Zhu Xingyan's bed, and re-covered him with the quilt. Through the quilt, he felt a pair of big hands pat his back lightly and rhythmically.

"Yes, of course... Agent Liesu."

This feeling of being gently tapped lasted all night, Zhu Xingyan existed between half asleep and half awake, and in a trance... He also felt that Bai Jing said something to him, but his drowsy mind did not Recording what he said, I just feel that the deep voice is very nice.

The next day, Zhu Xingyan sat up from the hospital bed and found that Bai Jingren was gone. He got up from the bed and jumped to the living room with one leg like a rabbit, only to find that there was a large bowl of dried noodles on the coffee table in the living room.

He left in such a hurry, he must have sneaked back last night after missing a mission!

Before he knew it, his mouth was already grinning, and Zhu Xingyan jumped to the sofa to finish it, only to find that beside the bowl of ramen, there was also a kraft paper file bag for handing in tasks.

He should have asked him to hand it over to the site director. Zhu Xingyan took a sip of the ramen, picked up the envelope, and looked at the task label on it.

In the end, with just one glance, Zhu Xingyan almost squirted out all the noodles, because the label said——

SCP-CN-001 "Eight Wilds"

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How about I double-open after this book is finished!