save the judge

SCP173, with its appearance that looks like a cute thing from a distance, looks like a mentally handicapped animal up close, coupled with its neurotic killing mechanism, can definitely be ranked as one of the top ten most troublesome containment objects for researchers.

This thing was discovered for the first time in the 90s of the twentieth century. Once it appeared, it caused no survivors in a small area. The Foundation couldn't figure out what its killing mechanism was. This thing was successfully contained, and since then it has been locked in Site-[-], treated as an experimental subject and an object to be destroyed.

Except that it likes to scrape the walls and make rattling noises when no one enters the detention room, it has never had any special performance, and the reports submitted are basically daily journals.

——But now, in this strange hospital, there is a thing that looks exactly like it.

it escaped?When did this happen?

For a dangerous thing like SCP173, the first time it leaves the cell, all containment experts will be notified, and will enter the destruction process for the escaped containment by default.

However, he received no reports of SCP173's escape at all.

The sweat on the forehead oozed out at some point, slid down the skin, and flowed onto the eyelashes. It was itchy, and the eyes were sore, numb, and painful because of the long-term opening, but Jingujiquan didn't dare to move, wishing he could Holding the toothpick to open the eyelids to the maximum, staring at the weird elongated peanut model at the end of the corridor.

The shadow looked very well-behaved, with two short hands shrunk in front of the body, standing motionless in front of the window, it seemed that it was frightened by the two people suddenly appearing in front of it, so it had to maintain a standing position.

But Jingujiquan didn't take it lightly at all. Of course he knew the reason why SCP173 was not moving now, so it wasn't ridiculous to be frightened. This containment with great malice towards human beings has no fear at all.

It is waiting.

Waiting—the moment when it is allowed to kill.

"You seem to be in a very bad condition." The epidemic doctor on the side was still giving a sincere speech.

Jingujiquan took a deep breath, another layer of physiological tears appeared in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk, I'm nervous, don't blink, look at it!"

He puts an accent on the last word.

SCP173 moves so fast it could almost be described as "teleporting", but has a weakness in that it cannot move within direct line of sight.

That is, it cannot move while someone is looking at it.

It sounds easy to restrain it, as long as you keep staring at it, but as long as you are human, it is impossible not to blink. After all, blinking is more difficult than holding your urine and holding back a sneeze.

Jinguji Izumi stayed in place for several seconds before holding back his weak legs, and began to pull the epidemic doctor back. During this period, his eyes were fixed on the big peanut, and Shinobi's eyes were blurred until the beginning pain.

"Well...Although I really want to help you, I want to say, sir, you'd better not go back."

The epidemic doctor's tone was gentle and well-behaved, and he said while retreating after Jingujiquan.

"This is again..." Jingongjiquan subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at the epidemic doctor's words, then abruptly turned his face away from the past, his voice trembling through gnashing of teeth, his eyes widened, and he completed the rest of the sentence ,"Why?"

However, before the epidemic doctor could answer, Jingujiquan heard the voice.

Like molluscs squeezed over from a small space, their limbs pushed and pulled the wall vigorously, and squeezed together with smooth tiles to make a sticky gurgling sound, and slippery liquid dripped out from the corner of the corridor , flowing onto the marble floor, Jingujiquan could see the faint mucus refracting light slowly flowing towards this side with the corner of his eye——

The eyes that had endured to the limit were stimulated by the faint light, and immediately blinked instinctively. As soon as the eyelids closed, Jingongjiquan's heart sank.

broken.

With the limit of human eyesight, it is impossible to capture the movement of that creature.

The thing that was still at the end of the corridor just now seemed to have been pressed for a moment, and the next moment it crossed a distance of tens of meters and appeared in front of the black-haired young man.

The "face" of this ridiculous sculpture is sprayed with a little bright red paint, and the clumsy circles outlined with some kind of paint are its eyes. A section of children's graffiti was captured on the wall and kneaded into a face that doesn't need to be bothered. It is suitable to act as a ghost in a gloomy hospital.

Jingujiquan blinked, and SCP173 was already in front of him. Two funny little hands were raised, mechanically and skillfully stretched towards his neck——SCP173, a murderous sculpture that loves to break people's necks.

In fact, at this moment, Jingong Jiquan was unable to do anything at all, and he didn't even realize what happened.

The sculpture's icy and cement-textured rough palm touched his neck, and the warm skin physiologically aroused a layer of goosebumps when it came into contact with this temperature, and the premonition of danger made Jingujiquan's brain twitch crazily. The alarm went off.

This may also be what he imagined when he was dying.

Because that speed is too fast.

"Crack it."

There was a light and crisp sound.

Something cold and sticky splattered his face.

——Will blood come out when a broken neck bone is broken?

This is Jingujiquan's first question, followed by the second question "Have I finally evolved to the point where a cold-blooded animal?"

Then there's the final question.

Can a person think after death?

Wait, this time it doesn't hurt to die, give a thumbs up to SCP173 who has excellent business ability.

Jingujiquan opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the abstract face of SCP173, which is close at hand.

There are quite a few spheres the size of Jingujiquan's head. The eyes painted with black paint are staring at Jingujiquan, but to be honest, there are actually two pairs of circles on its face, one pair A pair of black and red, Jingu Jiquan was a little confused which pair to look at.

It was only then that he noticed what SCP173's animation-style two tiny hands were holding.

It is a long and long arm, with a diameter of two feet, protruding from the back of Jingujiquan's shoulder. The bone was broken by SCP173 and held in his hand. The two-foot diameter makes it barely enough to punch Wide, the muscles and scarce juice inside were all screwed out, dripping and sliding down its hand.

SCP173's hand was just in front of Jingujiquan's neck, and the hand and the skin on the neck were close to each other. Holding this thing, it was face to face with Jingujiquan. The simple and funny face looked a little ignorant and innocent.

Jingujiquan: "..."

The epidemic doctor sighed at the right time: "God sir, you are so popular, they all want to kill you."

It may be innate, but the epidemic doctor's words always give people a sense of sincerity, and even this exclamation looks like a compliment.

Oh no, he was really complimenting.

It's just that the content is unacceptable.

"Thank you, but I don't want to be so popular." Jingujiquan replied reluctantly.

It seems that at that moment just now, the front and back two things wanted to kill him, and they both chose the strangulation method of murder, so the two of them collided first, and the real swords and guns were facing each other. After a wave, it was obvious that the sea monster at the back failed to gain the upper hand, and one of its tentacles was broken off by SCP173.

His luck is really good, and his narrow escape just now is enough to prove that his luck is at the level of the darling of heaven.

But their enthusiastic attention to the neck is a bit overwhelming for Izumi Jinguji.

He felt his neck was so cold.

And it's not over yet.

Jingujiquan looked at SCP173 who was already face to face with him, and wanted to blink again.

But if he blinks again this time, he won't be so lucky to have another tentacle to help him block it.

Fortunately, he will not have to worry about this soon.

Because the sea monster in the back that had one of its tentacles suddenly "gnawed off" finally realized what it had just encountered. Tentacles pierced towards SCP173 aggressively.

The reason why only two tentacles stretched out was because the corridor space was too narrow, so it had no time to writhe out the other tentacles that were under the belly.

SCP173... SCP173 is stared at by Izumi Jinguji, and cannot move for the time being.

So it was rolled by the tentacles without any resistance, pierced through the window opposite the corridor like a bubble, traveled back to the distance it had just passed, and "went a step further" and was stabbed through the window go out.

Jingujiquan: "..."

? ? ? ?

Jingongjiquan couldn't believe it: "This is... the end?"

The epidemic doctor was even more at a loss than him: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

Jingujiquan was speechless.

No, it seems not.

After all, he is human, unlike that kind of giant sea monster, he can't pick up SCP173 and throw it through the window without blinking.

"No, I can't, can't you?"

The epidemic doctor helped his bird's beak mask, and his tone was full of panic: "What are you talking about? You want me to do that kind of rude thing? It's really..."

He held back for a while, and cursed vigorously, "Dreadful devil!"

After cursing this sentence, he lowered his head in frustration and repented for his rude behavior.

Jingujiquan took a deep breath.

He forgot that no matter how human-like the bird's beak looks, he is not human, and will not be afraid of SCP173, and SCP173 will not do anything to him.

...He subconsciously regarded the bird's beak as his companion.

Is it because the epidemic doctor behaved too much like a person, or because he was lonely and afraid after staying here for a long time?

However, these issues are not important, and can be considered later. The important thing is that there is still a sea monster blocking it.

Jingongjiquan was still thinking about how to run away from the recovered sea monster, but the plague doctor had already turned around to look at the sea monster first.

Then he heard the bird's beak say happily to him, "Good sir, I have found a sick man!"

? !

Jingongjiquan looked at him in bewilderment, and saw the epidemic doctor happily pointing at the huge shadow behind him who was trying to push himself out of the corridor and said, "Look, he's sick and needs treatment!"

Jingongjiquan suddenly felt that the plague doctor who could point to this sea monster and say such words might be the scariest creature in this building.

This idea reached its peak when the epidemic doctor happily invited him to perform the operation together.

"No, this, I would rather observe your skills." The behavior of the epidemic doctor made Jingujiquan subconsciously use honorifics.

"Well, are you really not together? This is a very good opportunity." The epidemic doctor said, raising his hand again, and the scalpel that he had hidden somewhere appeared in his hand again.

Then he put scissors, hammer, ax, sickle and even saw on the ground...

These things were arranged on the ground one by one by him, and they were neatly stacked. Looking at it, Jingu Siquan's back shivered: "What is this?"

The epidemic doctor looked up at him happily: "My surgical tools!"

As he said that, he introduced it enthusiastically: "Using this, you can quickly cut the patient's skin. This, you can cut off their heads, and you don't have to worry about cutting them a second time. The one I used before won't work. I often cut off their heads. Can get stuck in the bone, making sutures a pain in the ass... oh and this one, it's easy to saw through the skull and pour the potion in..."

Okay enough, I get it.

Jingujiquan took a step back silently, and suddenly began to sympathize with the sea monster that was still squeezing out.

"That's right! There's also this one, which I picked up not long ago. It's very sharp and easy to use! So I'll replace the last set of cutting tools right away!"

The plague doctor said, pulling something out from under the black robe.

The thing is long, and it can be seen that it is a bit strenuous to pull it out from the sleeve with the arm length of the epidemic doctor, but he still looks very happy, as if he picked up something precious and wants to show off to his good friends .

Jingujiquan glanced at it, and this one glance made him unable to take his eyes off.

The snow-white scabbard as shiny as jade, with gilt decorations, and a slender and graceful arc——

Jingongjiquan watched the thing being pulled out of his sleeve by the epidemic doctor, stood up straight, and swallowed with difficulty: "... Tell me, what did you do with him?"

The bird's beak pulled it out and lifted it up, waved it twice, and said happily: "Everything I can think of, good sir!"

Jingujiquan thought about the "patient" and "surgical method" that the epidemic doctor said, and took a hard breath again.

He always wanted to ask, but always forgot to ask, when Fu Sangshen was in the body, did he have any perception of the outside world?

Anyway, Tsurumaru, thank you for your hard work!