I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

There were five chairs in front of Zhang Jue, and on each of them sat a man who was tied up. Without exception, they all wore hoods.

Zhang Jue was like a villain in an anti-Japanese drama, interrogating the messenger of justice.

At this time, he had already taken off the headgear of the first interrogated person.

"I suggest you change your address." Zhang Jue said to him seriously, "This address is not suitable for you."

The interrogator froze for a moment, then nodded mechanically, not knowing why Zhang Jue said that.

"Okay, let's get to the point." Zhang Jue took out a Colt pistol and played with it in his hand, "Tell me, why are you following me?"

"Following you? No, I just—"

"boom!"

A neat shot, right between the eyebrows.

The interrogated person's eyes widened. To the end of his life, he couldn't understand why Zhang Jue didn't even let him finish his sentence.

Zhang Jue blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and took off the mask of the second interrogatee.

"Some unpleasant things happened just now. I'm really sorry. I hope we can cooperate more happily." Zhang Jue's face was calm, as if he wasn't the one who shot and killed just now, "Name?"

The second interrogator sneered, "You think I'll be afraid of you—"

"boom!"

Another shot.

The second interrogated person was shot dead by Zhang Jue before he could say a complete sentence.

Wanting to pretend to be aggressive in front of him, in the next life, Zhang Jue pouted.

After firing two shots in a row, his expression was a little helpless: "Is the awareness of the dog legs so high now? Why can't I meet such a good boy?"

He complained a few words, opened the mask of the third person, and repeated the lines just now.

"You also heard that some unpleasant things happened just now. I hope we can cooperate happily."

"Cooperate, cooperate, definitely cooperate!" The third interrogator nodded hastily. It seemed that he didn't want to be someone else's ghost just like that.

"My name is Hendrick, I'm 32 years old, I live at 65 Golden Street, and we follow you because—"

"stop!"

When he said this, Zhang Jue put the gun on his forehead.

"Forehead--"

The No.3 interrogator was sweating coldly. He didn't know why Zhang Jue wanted to stop him.

Zhang Jue snapped his fingers, and a staff member in SCP uniform came in from the door.

He walked past the first two bodies as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Take it away." Zhang Jue pointed to the third person, "Make a record of what he said, and then give it to me."

The staff member nodded and led the third person out of the interrogation room.

The last two people awaiting interrogation knew what Zhang Jue was up to—he was preventing them from colluding.

It is more conducive to his judgment to record the statement separately.

"Okay." Zhang Jue took off the mask of the fourth person, and still repeated the lines just now, "You heard, some unpleasant things happened just now, I hope we can cooperate more happily."

……

Two hours later, Zhang Jue was holding three transcripts in his hand.

The reasons why several people followed Zhang Jue were introduced above.

Although there are differences in details, the main content is the same, someone pays a lot of money to buy his daily activities.

My grass?Can this make money?You use my portrait for profit, have you paid?

Zhang Jue couldn't believe it.

The big tree attracts the wind, it is being targeted.

Zhang Jue waved his hand and asked the staff member to take the three of them to the headquarters of the foundation for further investigation, while he himself studied in front of the mirror for a long time.

Then he had to admit that he didn't seem to have much to show off about himself - except for being a little handsome.

He thought about it, and felt something was wrong.

The problem was with the second interrogatee.

If it's just for money, there's no need for the other party to be stubborn when their lives are in danger.

And even under the premise that two people have died, the latter three still continue to proceed according to the agreed rhetoric. The prisoner's dilemma has no effect on them. It seems that they are very loyal to the organization.

But this made Zhang Jue narrow the scope instead.

The organization he has offended the most so far is the Chaos Insurgency. Apart from them, no one else should care about him so much.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it.

Zhang Jue has already been missed.

But he wasn't worried about these things.

The soldiers come to block the water and the earth to cover him. His current strength is no longer the same as when he first crossed over. If the enemy thinks he is a soft persimmon, he will only be stabbed in the end.

What he doesn't know is that an assassination has been launched against him.

The Chaos Insurgency didn't dare to confront the Foundation head-on, but using the power of an organization to deal with him alone is like killing a chicken with a bull's knife.

……

After informing the headquarters that the three might be Chaos Insurgents, Zhang Jue booked a flight ticket from Switzerland and prepared to return.

Yes, he's not going to stay here and wait for the results of the investigation, because it's useless.

It's just a few little guys, even if they are turned against them, they won't get any useful information.

Before leaving, Zhang Jue came to the cemetery again and found the cemetery administrator who had received him.

That day, there was a bouquet of flowers in front of Anna Lang's tombstone. They failed to find out the reason, but arrested those who followed him by mistake.

He wondered if there were any other leads.

The receptionist, however, looked at him suspiciously.

"Consultant Zhang, did you remember wrongly? This kind of thing never happened." The receptionist looked confused, "Ms. Anna Lang has not been worshiped for a long time, and there is only a bouquet of flowers in front of her tombstone. "

What? ? ?

Hearing what the receptionist said, Zhang Jue showed a black question mark face.

Don't be funny, okay, you were the first to discover the anomaly that day!

The other party swears, Zhang Jue can't say much, so he can only ask him to watch the surveillance.

After the surveillance video was played, in the screen, Zhang Jue was indeed the only one who had paid homage to Anna, and in front of Anna's tombstone, there was only a bouquet of flowers from him from beginning to end.

This is completely different from the scene in his memory.

what happened?

Zhang Jue pinched his chin.

If he is not hallucinating, then there is only one possible explanation.

Someone tampered with the memory of the receptionist and the content of the surveillance video, so that everyone could not remember what happened at that time.

In this case, we can put it in a simpler way—someone distorted the reality.

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 89 Assassination (2)

Zhang Jue was sitting in the restaurant next to the airport, pinching his chin with his right thumb and index finger, with a serious expression.

This is his habitual action when he thinks.

Whenever he was in trouble, he would put his mind into high gear.

If the brain is compared to a CPU, then his brain seems to have been overclocked now.

Since he went out this morning, he felt that something was wrong around him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He had breakfast, checked out of the hotel room, and took a taxi to the airport—it was obviously a simple and common thing, but he just felt that it was a violation, an indescribable violation.

Are you being too sensitive?

Zhang Jue frowned rarely.

He had a bad premonition, as if this return journey would not go so smoothly.

……

"Sir, may I sit here?"

The little girl's voice came.

Zhang Jue raised his head, and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl looking at him, very beautiful with blond hair and blue eyes.

There are many people in the restaurant, and it is very common to share tables.

Zhang Jue nodded.

The little girl put her luggage aside.

Then he lay down on the table and looked at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue looked around to confirm that the little girl was really looking at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Sir, I lost my wallet, can you treat me to a meal?" the little girl smiled.

"..."

The little girl has red lips and white teeth, and a pair of big blue eyes are very moving.

Her expression didn't look like what she should have when she lost her wallet. Even an ordinary person would not be deceived, let alone Zhang Jue.

But for the first time, Zhang Jue did not reject her, but pushed the menu on one side in front of her.

"Order what you want to eat."

Zhang Jue was not confused by her appearance, the reason why he invited her to dinner was because his discomfort disappeared after the little girl sat next to him.

I don't know if it was his illusion.

The little girl only ordered a pasta and pushed the menu to him.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Zhang Jue glanced at the price above, and the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

"You eat by yourself, I'm not hungry."

The little girl ate her pasta without any image. Zhang Jue had never seen a girl eat so fast.

In less than 5 minutes, she wiped out a large plate of pasta.

"Are you still eating?" Zhang Jue asked.

"No, I'm full, thank you." The little girl laughed, her eyes brightened a little.

Hearing what she said, Zhang Jue was relieved.

The little girl suddenly asked, "Are you human?"

Zhang Jue nodded.

The little girl asked again: "Then what are you doing here?"

It was actually a little impolite to ask so many questions to a stranger, but Zhang Jue did not refuse to answer, but told the truth.

"I promised a man to visit a friend of his."

"So that's how it is." The little girl lowered her head and muttered to herself.