"Name."
"Zhāng jué." （jué）
"age."
"26."
"Home address."
"No. 28, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City."
"I repeat, there is no place like Jianghai City here."
"Sir, I've said it many times. I've lost my memory. I only remember these, and I forgot all the rest."
In the interrogation room, Zhang Jue sat leaning on a chair with handcuffs, staring blankly, as if waiting to die.
Clearly, this is not the first time this form of dialogue has taken place.
"Boy, I advise you to have a positive attitude and answer your questions properly." The interrogator patted the table and pointed to the characters behind him: "Frankly Conglen, Resist Congyan", "See where this is! Do you want to go to jail?"
Zhang Jue still looked like he was about to die, and did not change at all because of the threat of the other party.
"I don't know where this is." He said lazily, "But I know that you are not a police officer, and this is not a police station."
After Zhang Jue finished speaking, the interrogator's expression changed slightly, but he did not make a sound.
"Let's put it this way." Zhang Jue said, "I went to the police station more times than you peeked into your mother's bath. I could smell the policeman with my eyes closed, and you—" He stretched out He took out his index finger and shook it, "No."
The interrogator sat up straight: "Boy, don't play tricks. If you don't cooperate, you will only suffer."
Zhang Jue smiled: "If you want me to cooperate, you can, let someone of a higher level come and talk to me. You, you are not qualified, go home and play the game console."
The interrogator slapped the table and wanted to step forward to teach Zhang Jue a lesson. Then a voice came from his earphone. He stopped and replied in a low voice, "Okay, okay, I see."
The interrogator glared at Zhang Jue, opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room.
Zhang Jue watched the interrogator walk out of the door and shrugged.
The reason why he was locked in this place was not that he was kidnapped, but that he was in trouble - to be precise, he crossed.
It was probably because he had a dream. In the dream, he was chased by a large black lizard and escaped by chance. After waking up, he arrived here.
He was taken into the world of SCP.
SCP, the full name of SCP Foundation, is a mysterious organization whose operation is not subject to the interference and jurisdiction of any state power.
The black lizard that was chasing him was one of SCP's containment items, the so-called undead lizard's SCP-682 uncle.
In fact, none of the things contained by the scp foundation are easy to mess with, and if some things are released, they will even cause world-class disasters.
For example, a shy person who will kill you desperately when you see it, such as a statue that will teleport behind you and break your neck if you don't look at it;
For example, those supreme divinities who are sealed, such as those reality benders who want to do what they want, and those memetic anomalies that die at touch or even know it.
As far as he knew, the SCP Foundation had restarted the world at least twice because it couldn't handle its containment.
Compared to them, the undead lizard, Uncle 682, who just couldn't be physically killed, was as friendly as a kitten.
He came out of nowhere and has a suspicious identity, so the SCP Foundation is conducting a comprehensive investigation and assessment of him.
After the interrogator left, a tall man in a white coat walked in. He was tall and sturdy, and at a glance he could tell that he was a man who had been exercising all year round.
His clothes were obviously different from the previous interrogators, and he seemed to be a researcher.
"Yo, this time I have a new fitness trainer." Zhang Jue continued to talk trash, "Is there no normal person here?"
The researcher went behind the table and sat down: "You can call me Dr. Li, I want to remind you, put away your suit, it won't work for me, I know you have broken free of the handcuffs, so don't try to provoke me, and then attack I."
"Oh? Really, you gay guy who loves fitness."
"you--"
Dr. Li was overwhelmed by his trash talk, his chest heaved violently, and it took a while for him to return to normal.
Zhang Jue shrugged and threw the handcuffs on the ground casually. As early as the beginning of the interrogation, he had broken free of the handcuffs by dislocating his thumb.
As the other party said, he originally wanted to sneak attack on an interrogator, or a higher-ranking officer, as a bargaining chip for the follow-up negotiation.
He knows very well that if this is really the SCP world, with his current situation, it is impossible to be let go, and maybe he will be contained as a containment, and he must find a way to leave.
During the interrogation days, he had already made a series of plans. Even if the sneak attack was not successful, he still had it.
Dr. Li didn't know what he was thinking, and hummed: "You should be thankful that I didn't let the interrogator approach you. If you hurt him, we wouldn't have a conversation in this situation."
"Understood, I understand." Zhang Jue nodded, "It was nothing more than being held by dozens of mtf (Mobile Task Force, SCP Foundation privately armed) members with guns pointed at their heads."
Dr. Li frowned slightly: "You know MTF?"
Seeing his plan, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Not only do I know mtf, but I also know that you belong to the SCP Foundation, which is a containment site."
This time, Dr. Li finally made a move.
He put his hands on the table and stared at Zhang Jue.
"Boy, you have a problem." He said slowly.
Dr. Li's reaction was just as Zhang Jue expected.
Ordinary people have no idea what MTF is, let alone the SCP Foundation.
Zhang Jue said again: "The lizard chasing me is 682."
Dr. Li didn't answer his words. He turned his head and asked, "What else do you know?"
"I know a lot, in addition to 682, I can at least name dozens of SCP items, such as statues that can break people's necks, bottomless stairwells, coffee machines that output any beverage, Women who can't wear clothes, etc., etc." Zhang Jue smiled slightly, "But I can't tell you, because your level is not low, I will tell you a little bit, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I said, To get more information from me, you have to find someone of a higher rank."
After Zhang Jue finished speaking, Dr. Li froze slightly.
Some of these projects, some he has heard of, some even he does not know.
But he can confirm that these are definitely not made up by Zhang Jue.
However, Dr. Li did not show any strangeness. He sneered: "You seem to have made a mistake. Here, you are not qualified to negotiate conditions at all."
"It's not up to you whether I'm qualified to negotiate conditions." Zhang Jue raised her head and smiled at the camera in the corner of the wall, "I'm right."
...
A middle-aged man in a black trench coat walked into the interrogation room, and Dr. Li quickly got up to give him his seat.
"I'm the deputy head of this site, Huang Xingwen."
He looked at Zhang Jue with sharp eyes, like a falcon.
"I want to remind you that you only have one chance. If you can't provide me with valid information, then what you will face is-"
"I know." Zhang Jue waved his hand and interrupted him, "For people of unknown origin, the Foundation has the right to investigate, interrogate, research, imprison, contain, use various levels of amnestics according to the situation, and then release them back into society. , sent to prison, or consumed as D-class personnel."
Zhang Jue spoke very fast, as if he was reciting, and was obviously quite familiar with the way the Foundation handled it.
Huang Xingwen narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you know a lot about the Foundation."
"As I said, I know far more than you think."
"It's better," Huang Xingwen said, "but I want to stress it again, if you can't prove your worth, the foundation will take Dr. Li's suggestion, cut you into slices, and make a specimen."