The Endless Shuttle

In the office, Kevin looked at the black-haired young man with a toothache.

"You plan to deal with 682 like this?"

"What's wrong?" Rope asked rhetorically.

"Give her a place isolated from the world, and she will give you a peace of mind without worrying about it. Isn't this much better than the containment where your lives are in danger?"

"I'm not talking about this problem, it's good to be safe." Kevin glanced at the painful blonde loli in the display.

"It's just going on like this, I'm afraid of repeating the mistakes of SCP-999."

The SCP-999 incident, 682, who used 999 to evolve the "Laughing Wave" ability at that time, caused the entire European research institute to fall into laughter **** and many people died.

"If she doesn't want to be an ice sculpture, she won't do that. Believe in a creature's most primitive desire to survive."

Rope picked up the white robe on Kevin's hanger and threw it over.

"Let her not run away for the time being, and discuss the 682 thing later. Now we are going to meet that Miss Makise. I shouldn't miss the time, right?"

"There are five minutes left."

"very good."

Rope went out first.

Kevin didn't rush to leave, he put on his white robe, and looked at SCP-682 on the display, feeling a little absurd.

......Is this once again solved the indestructible lizard that made the talk of the European headquarters change?

...And still in conversation and this kind of joke-like way?

The old man sighed and followed Rope's pace.

The world of inhumans is really hard to understand...

Chapter 36 Newcomer Researcher Makise Kurisu

Out of SCP-682's containment cave, Kevin personally drove Rope to their second destination today.

After crossing the military base and driving on the smooth and level concrete ground for a while, Rope saw a group of tall buildings in the gap between the green leaves.

It's very high-end and brand new. A rough look at the exterior shows that all living facilities are readily available. In the corner, Rope also saw the sign of a convenience store.

This was the first time the black-haired youth knew that this small island had such a building, and he usually went directly to the headquarters of the underground research institute.

"Don't look at me like that."

Kevin stepped on the brake and stopped by the side of the road.

"It's impossible for us to live underground 24 hours a day. We always have to see the sun. If we spend a long time with that group of shelters, we will suffer from mental problems..."

"For an interview, shouldn't it be on a more formal occasion?"

"The meeting room inside is "formal" enough. "

On the way, Rope learned from Kevin’s chat that any researcher who applied for and was proposed to join the SCP Foundation had to be confirmed by the field agents and the General Personnel Department to be innocent before being allowed to inform a small part of the Foundation. The truth and signed a confidentiality agreement.

Not only that, before entering the local unit, a leader like Kevin will personally take charge of the second interview in order to learn that the new researcher is competent for the job. The process is not cumbersome.

Who made the SCP Foundation shoulder the responsibility of human continuity and anomalous containment? This matter can't be sloppy.

In front of a brown-red door on the third floor of the building, the old man wearing glasses stopped.

"Before the interview, does Mr. Rope have any more requirements?"

"Huh?" Rope retracted his gaze, looking at Kevin strangely.

"I'm just here to join in the fun, new employees of your foundation, what do I ask for."

"Ha." Kevin shook his head: "If it weren't for you, I didn't intend to use this Miss Makise because of her age, not to mention that she will most likely be responsible for your research in the future."

"...Do you remember that."

"This is what you said. If Ms. Makise is the main researcher about you, you will be very cooperative. The "Anomalous-023" research team has many alternative candidates, but only those who can get your approval and permission are One Miss Makise. "

Kevin smiled like an old fox.

Lope thought for a moment, realizing that he had actually said this, and then he curled his lips.

The door was pushed open, Rope and Kevin walked in.

The internal space is unexpectedly large, more than 100 square meters, with a long oval table in the middle, and black chairs with backrests on both sides.

At the end of the room, there was a girl standing in front of the window.

She has long reddish brown hair and purple pupils. Wearing a white lab coat that is standard for the research institute, she wears black stockings full of feminine charm on her slender legs wrapped in a professional short skirt.

This is Rope's first encounter with Makise Kurisu.

Even if the black-haired young man looked critically at the battlefield, this absolute heroine, the mother of the time machine, is also a beauty with a unique charm.

The girl was staring at the sky outside.

It seemed that there was something on her mind that she didn't even hear the sound of pushing the door or footsteps.

"Ahem."

Coughing a light reminder, Kevin sat down and took out a document from the leather bag he carried with him, and put it on the table.

Rope was sitting next to the old man.

"Miss Makise..."

"!"

Finally reacted.

The girl gave a joke, turned around and saw the two people appearing in the room, her expression suddenly became a little embarrassing.

"Sorry, I didn't notice..."

Makise Kurisu blushed and apologized.

"It's ok."

When his granddaughter is too young at the age of a girl, how could Kevin blame such a little rudeness of such a young junior.

"I'm Dr. Kevin Hollard, who is in charge of your final interview. Just call me Kevin. Miss Makise, come and sit here. We can't start the interview while standing there."