save the judge

Jingujiquan held the writing board in one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of his white coat. He walked in the clean corridor without squinting. A very uncomfortable sense of tidiness, a metal nameplate pinned to his chest, passers-by in white coats hurriedly walked, but they all nodded to him politely.

These people are male and female, with colorful hair and different races. The only thing in common is that most of them wear glasses, and they look like "weak chicken scientists".

——Very well, it feels like I have come to a very amazing world.

Jinguji Izumi thought with a sullen face, Resident Evil and Frankenstein were playing a marquee in his mind one after another. When he passed by a fully transparent glass laboratory and saw an empty flat bed covered in blood, he became more determined. own guesses.

It's over, did he become a dark human experimenter this time?

Before his thoughts slipped to a more unrestrained direction, the communicator in his pocket rang.

The very monotonous mechanical ringtone fits the character of a mad scientist.

Jingujiquan paused for a second on the name on the screen that was marked as "Lauder", and remembered that this was the guy who called him "Doctor" when he came here.

Although they just separated less than 10 minutes.

Jingujiquan, whose mind was blank and knew nothing, hesitated for three seconds between hanging up and answering, and finally chose to answer amidst the boring ringtone.

"Doctor! Thank God, you are finally willing to answer my call once, otherwise I really don't know where to find you." The man opposite was very happy, and his tone seemed to be crying with joy.

Jingujiquan twitched the corner of his mouth, it seems that he made a wrong decision: "Maybe I can make up for my mistakes now?"

"No, no, no! I'm just joking!" The male voice raised his voice a lot, quickly changed the subject and began to explain the situation, "Doctor, the field personnel have discovered an abnormal phenomenon that is spreading on a large scale in Japan. It is inferred that it should be caused by a certain Keter-level containment object, according to the law of containment range, this place happens to be within the scope of our responsibility..."

A series of strange nouns rushed into Jingujiquan's ears with a bang, and his eyes were almost straightened, but he still couldn't ask the specific meaning of these strange nouns. What do you mean, he seems to be the top person in charge of this asylum? !

Jingujiquan bent his knuckles and tapped his temples, glanced left and right, found an empty laboratory and walked in, turned and closed the door: "Well, so what? What do you think?"

When you don't know anything, throwing the topic to the other party is the best choice.

Sure enough, the talkative Lauder took up his topic smoothly: "At present, there are too few researchers in our research institute who can independently lead a team for containment. It would be too wasteful to simply use D-level personnel to pile up. The O[-] Council A call was made last month to remind us to reduce unnecessary consumption of personnel, and now the only person in the research institute who can take on the task of guiding the unknown containment..."

He lengthened his voice, and Jingongjiquan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Yes, I think you have already guessed it, doctor, only you." Lauder said with admiration, "Although in terms of your level, it is really overkill to carry out the containment task, but we have nothing to do, according to the current statistics There are already 930 and 930 civilians missing—oh, now it is [-] and [-], and I just received a missing confirmation of field personnel. If the number continues to increase, you know, doctor, our funding for next year... "

Lauder's tone was full of regret, and the hint in the words could not be more obvious.

"I see." Jingujiquan squeezed out a short sentence, and immediately hung up the phone.

Well, it is now known that he is the person in charge of this unknown science research institute, and now there is a mission waiting for him that requires him to come forward. There are 930 missing persons in this mission, and it is not enough if he does not go ...

So he is a poor little man with no power to restrain a chicken, why let him do such a dangerous thing!

Isn't it common sense to go to the police first in case of death?

Or is this institute some kind of police operation partner?

—Maybe he will use himself to add a one to that number!

Jingujiquan leaned against a table and let out a long sigh. The most urgent thing is that he must first obtain the memory in this body, otherwise he might be tied to a flat bed to do research without going out. No shortage, very convenient.

His eyes were facing the opposite wall. On the bare wall hung a simple symbol, like a round valve of a faucet, with three arrows pointing to the middle, and under the symbol were three parallel words.

Contain, contain, protect.

Jingujiquan stared at the slogan and logo of the research institute, and was wondering what it meant, when his mind suddenly became dizzy, and he rushed into his nerve center with a bunch of odds and ends.

The SCP Foundation, with the purpose of "control, containment, and protection", is an organization that is not interfered with by any national organization. It is committed to containing and managing supernatural phenomena, events, and individuals around the world, collectively referred to as "containment".

The foundation's security authority levels are strictly divided, from the lowest D-level, which is mainly composed of prisoners, to the highest A-level, the difference between the levels directly affects whether they are eligible for asylum in a critical moment, or are directly detained. Push it up as a shield to buy time for senior personnel.

This sounds like a very scalp-numbing rule, and when Jingujiquan read the No. 12 rule among D-class personnel, his whole body shuddered.

In emergencies, Protocol No. 12 may be activated, allowing replacements to be found from other sources, such as political prisoners, refugees, or other civilian sources - those sent to the Foundation that can reasonably be denied.

Obviously, this is a gray organization that follows the basic principle of protecting and continuing human beings, but does not attach great importance to the survival of individuals.

Jingujiquan subconsciously touched the nameplate on his chest.

Fortunately, he is a B-class personnel.

Jingujiquan once again recalled the relatively deep memory imprinted on this body. A "second-generation researcher" whose parents are both foundation researchers has excellent IQ, so he was given the power to govern a research institute alone at a young age, and It is very likely that he will become one of the highest-level O[-] members of the Foundation in the next few decades - young and promising, the future is limitless.

But such a young genius died suddenly.

Died in his own research institute, right in front of his subordinates.

Jinguji Izumi's fingers stroked the smooth paper sandwiched between the clipboards.

He died really suddenly, probably without any warning signs, otherwise Lauder wouldn't have had no doubts after he entered this body, just thought he was a little distracted.

Jingujiquan pondered for a moment, and decided to put this matter aside.

No matter what the reason is, it is a very scary thing to be able to kill the person with the highest authority in his territory so silently. He is new to everything, so it is better to keep a low profile, at least to find out the situation, Only then can targeted measures be taken.

And the killer hiding in the dark is probably also doubting himself, he will definitely attack again, the best chance is——

Jingujiquan's mobile phone rang, and an email from Lauder's mission description was sent.

What reason would be more appropriate than death due to an accident during a mission.

It seems he has to be careful.

Jingujiquan clicked on the email and read it, and his eyes fell on the line at the end: Containment team tactical response personnel please choose the organization yourself.

Oh, that is to say, he is still a poor commander when he is on a mission now, and he has to find the soldiers under him by himself?

Jingujiquan closed the email, thinking silently: I am not angry, I am not panic, I am not afraid, how many storms and waves have come, what scene has I not seen before, can I be defeated by such a task?Impossible, impossible in a lifetime, at worst, wipe your neck and sneak back to Honmaru in an emergency!

——Don’t be shy!Done!

After pumping himself up, Jingujiquan wiped his face, opened the door of the laboratory, walked forward a few steps with his head held high, and turned straight around the corner. A few seconds later, he silently Turned around and walked back.

There was a map around the corner, and he had to see where he should go to find someone for himself.

The scientific research and security authority of the shelter is not in the hands of one person. Jingujiquan is in charge of scientific research administration, while the security work is in charge of another security director. The research institute is buried deep underground, and it is the director who is in charge until the first floor of the basement. responsible area.

Jingujiquan took the elevator up, and the elevator door opened. The scene above was completely different from the scene below. Staff in various colors came and went. Wearing various weapons, they obviously belonged to the action force. In addition, there were sporadic people in white coats and black uniforms shuttling around. They were busy and orderly, which was much better than the deserted and inorganic cold downstairs.

The news of his arrival had already been communicated to the other party through the internal communication. When the elevator opened, a white man in a dark gray uniform was standing at the door, nodding politely to him: "Doctor, good afternoon. When are you going to act?"

It seems that his relationship with Jingu Jiquan is so-so, and the greeting is very blunt. It is completely temporary business, and the kind that is not worthy of having a fake smile.

He didn't have a good relationship with those in charge of safety, so it's not surprising that he died on his own territory.

"Good afternoon, Kane. I picked someone today, and I will leave tomorrow." So Jingujiquan also followed the original habit and replied concisely and coldly.

Sure enough, Kane didn't notice that the person in front of him had changed the core, nodded to show he knew, and pointed him in the direction: "This way. A group of D-class personnel was just sent in this morning. They are heavy-duty personnel brought out from the Japanese National Prison. Prisoners, you can take some with you if you want, they won't be on the casualty list."

Kane’s tone was light. The Foundation cooperates with various national organizations and often proposes some voluntary felons from the prison to work for the Foundation. If they are lucky, they will be free after a month of work. good……

D-class personnel have another official nickname, called "expendable personnel", which is also an abbreviation of Disposable (one-time, disposable).

Jingujiquan was a little uncomfortable hearing this, but he didn't show it. This kind of behavior is recognized and understood in the Foundation. After all, it is impossible to risk his life to deal with these messy containment items for human beings without paying the price.

Kane seemed to understand his silence as tacit consent, so he led him into a secluded corridor. The walls on both sides were that faint silvery white, and the brightness of the incandescent lamps was a bit low. Slowly and automatically turn up, shortening their shadows.

"Ah, here." The security director stopped in front of an iron door, took out the badge and passed it casually through the scanner beside the door.

"Good afternoon, Sir Kane, the verification is passed." A pleasant female voice sounded from the loudspeaker on the door, and after saying good afternoon briefly, the low-profile iron door slid open to both sides without a sound. The space is the size of a standard basketball court, and the two parts are separated by railings.

There was a large group of people sitting or standing over the railing. They were all wearing blue prison uniforms, whispering to each other, looking around unkindly. Out of their own hostility.

Most of them have the appearance of ordinary Asians with black hair and black eyes, which makes a few men with inconsistent hair colors particularly conspicuous.

Jingujiquan looked over involuntarily, and met the side face of one of the men. He was looking up at the logo and purpose of the foundation on the wall with interest. Confused.

Wait - why is he here? !