For a while, there were endless screams and screams outside the door.
At the beginning, just a statue alone could make SCP-682 firmly stick to the wall and dare not move, but now there is an additional "shy person", the picture is simply not too exciting.
The Foundation has really done a good job in terms of security measures - repeated containment failures are not a problem with these methods, they have done the best within their capabilities as much as possible, but the capabilities of these containment objects are too easy to go out of control.
But among other things, the quality of this iron door is still acceptable, plus SCP-682 is entangled by those two, so there is no room to attack here, Lin You also confidently listened to the corner.
She could tell who called which one.
The statue can't make a sound, the familiar cry is from SCP-096, and the other strange one is the big lizard. The latter growled more and more hoarsely, and he didn't know if he accidentally closed his eyes when he was being beaten by 096, and his neck was wrung a few times by 173.
Miserable, it is too miserable.
"It's not very safe."
Seeing her leaning against the door, the butler said worriedly, "...how about I listen for you?"
"No, no," Lin You laughed, and said again, "It's okay, I guess 096 won't give it a chance."
Compared with the tranquility and peace inside the door, SCP-682 in the corridor is really in dire straits.
The Immortal Lizard couldn't figure out which bastard came up with the bad move, and actually brought these two guys together.
Just as it was staring at the statue to save its life, the guy hiding behind had let go of his fingers covering his face, and rushed towards it crying and howling!
After repeated beatings, SCP-682 was slapped all over his head, screaming and staring at the statue tremblingly.
It quickly molted and regenerated, allowing several eyes to grow on its back, and was trying to use this to escape from the statue—
One hand grabbed its tail.
"Ah!"
SCP-096 screamed, rounding its arms, "Ahhh—"
— it's spinning!
In this situation, it is only necessary to add the sentence "the big windmill squeaks and squeaks". SCP-682 was swung into a standard circle with its tail raised, smashed vertically against the ceiling and hit the wall, and broken bricks and rubble fell all over the ground.
Most of the surrounding walls were damaged, and the Immortal Lizard himself was seriously injured. It gasped for breath, and was about to bite the opponent straight away under the collapse, but before it could do so, a shadow fell in front of it.
SCP-682: "……………"
Get out! ! !
The suffocation on the neck clearly reminded it, and it accidentally blinked in that wild swing. Clamped tightly around the neck by the statue's two short hands, SCP-682 felt that these two guys were a goddamn match.
How does life feel better than death
It thought that it had gotten used to their methods under the various executions of the Foundation, but it never expected that there would be people who could make such a fuss.
And as for the source of all evil—
The Immortal Lizard, which still had enough strength, struggled to look at the iron gate not far away, and it noticed that the pale guy who was carrying it and tearing it back and forth avoided it intentionally or unintentionally.
The other party is with the humans behind that door!
Not to mention that it still remembers the phrase "meeting ceremony", fuck his meeting ceremony!
When it gets away, it's gonna kill-kill- all these idiots
Before SCP-682 could finish thinking, he was grabbed by the hard shell on his mouth. Hearing the ear-piercing screams, it almost couldn't tell which one was from itself and which one was from the other party. Then, it was smashed into the ground again.
The skull behind the door sighed faintly.
—It’s so miserable.
But it even wanted to gloat and laugh out loud.
The time limit was almost up to five minutes, Lin You no longer listened to the movement outside like at the beginning, and instead searched for everything.
It's a pity that apart from some daily necessities, Lin Youlin only got a certificate card with a third-level authority. Obviously, the person who lived in this room was a senior researcher, but that's all.
After thinking about it, she still put away that card, and put it and the card that was super-finished by the universal conversion machine in her backpack. Wait until the noise outside subsides, only the shattered roar and groan of the big lizard remain, and after confirming that 096 has returned to the illustrated book, Lin You doesn't need to do it by herself. He opened the door and bowed to ask her to go out.
The first step is to determine where SCP-173 is.
Unbiased, the statue stands about five or six meters away from the door.
The short arms were raised straight, as if it could directly twist the neck of the pile of things in front of it if it had time to move one more step.
The Immortal Lizard was torn to pieces, only half of the body and a claw remained from the head. It lay on the ground, and the only two remaining stared at the statue in front of it without daring to blink.
It can't hide from 096 or 173. Under such a double attack, after five minutes, it only has this little volume left.
SCP-682 wished he could just close his eyes and drag the human into the water together, but he couldn't figure out whether the statue would break the other's neck or give it a bite first.
In the end, he could only stare at the statue intently.
If the statue is strangled again, I am afraid that this little life will really be lost. In the execution experiment with SCP-173 last time, it survived because of the size difference between the two sides. The Immortal Lizard dares to guarantee that the group of bastards will definitely write down in the records that they will damage its body before using this statue next time.
However, it is too risky to send out multiple high-risk SCPs at the same time. This repeated experiment was shelved indefinitely by the Foundation. I didn't expect that someone would dare to do it now.
Its damaged vocal cords vibrated, making a hoarse and incomprehensible sound.
The regeneration has already begun, even if the speed is slow due to the severe damage, at least the words are becoming clearer.
"… kill… "
"What are you talking about, I can't hear you."
Lin You smiled and squatted down more than one meter away from it, "Let's have a discussion, do you want to come with me?"
As if hearing some big joke, the dying SCP-682 panted heavily, and laughed like a "ho ho".
"... Don't dream." It said with difficulty, "If I really die here, even if I let those guys take back, I won't go with you."
"Come closer if you have the ability."
The Immortal Lizard squeezed out a sound, although it is only so small, it can still be attacked if it is close enough.
"I'll kill you when I get up—we'll see."
The butler took a step forward.
Lin You reached out to stop him.
"Hey, it's okay."
she laughed.
After all, compared to SCP-173, which attacks indiscriminately, it's better for a highly intelligent guy like the Immortal Lizard to let him go with him willingly, otherwise it's likely that he won't listen to orders and turn back every minute.
"Let's just wait and see," Lin You straightened up, "Let's go."
Only the skull hanging on the strap gave the lizard lying on the ground a pitiful look.
SCP-682: "…"
?
But mere human beings.
It thought, and see how it swallowed mouthfuls of flesh when the time came—
"Dizzy," Lin You didn't care what it was thinking, and called the housekeeper's name, "How long can you keep your eyes on?"
The butler was taken aback.
He reacted immediately, smiled and said, "One minute and thirty seconds."
"It's a guarantee," he added, "maybe it could be longer."
Lin You said "Oh".
Not the limit of the human body, but far above the average.
"Let's go."
She resolutely said: "Carry this statue together."
What she has to do is hard to say, but easy to say.
After such an experiment, Lin You deeply felt that this combination was really worth it, and no matter what, she had to bring 173 back to be 096's companion.
It's just that she hasn't found a way to turn the statue into a card, and she is afraid that it will run around during this period, so, as I said before, find a place to lock it up.
Asking the butler how long to keep his eyes still is also for this reason, SCP-682 is still in place, but it will definitely stop staring after seeing that the statue is more likely to attack them first than itself - it wants to kill them.
time is tight.
The butler picked up the statue again, and he walked briskly behind, keeping his eyes on it. Lin You was in front of her, and her eyes flicked across each door quickly, stopping for two seconds on the reader next to one of them.
Without thinking about it, she directly pasted the third-level card she picked up just now.
-opened!
It looks like a storage room, with three or two shelves piled up. Not caring about anything else, the butler immediately pushed SCP-173 inside.
Close the door and lock it again with the card, all in one go.
On the other side of the door, there was a sound of scraping stones almost in the next second, followed by a "bang bang" sound of slamming the door. However, the iron gate has been locked, so it will never come out again.
Lin You is not afraid of the "lizard"'s hands and feet, she believes that the previous release left a lot of shadows on it, but if she has a little memory, she will not release the statue again.
She only took a last look at 682 who was still lying there far away, and walked up the stairs when she turned her head.
The traces of the scary old man's corrosion were still left on the steps. Lin You carefully walked around this time. She went up to the top of the stairs and closed the door with her backhand.
"Do you have somewhere to go?"
The housekeeper took the initiative to ask, "I can explore the way."
"... No," Lin You paused, "I'm thinking about one thing."
"Since the ultimate goal is to escape the base alive, it is necessary to find out what caused the containment breach."
Only in this way can we know where the most damaged places are, where the safety exits are, and where the most cards are received.
... Cough, the last point is the most important.
"Anyway."
Lin You said.
"This site is quite large, and I can't survey the entire building by myself."
It would be best to meet Jian Mingjia and the others. If she couldn't, she still had to try to meet other players. Of course, it is not easy to act with them, but to get the information you want to know.
"If you're thinking about it," said the butler, "I can—"
—What even Lin You didn't expect was that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived.
It is estimated that there are quite a few players who are matched into this dungeon. Hearing someone's voice approaching, Lin You and the housekeeper looked at each other in unison.
"I followed you quietly."
He bowed deeply, "Don't worry, I won't let them find me."
Taking two steps back, the butler's figure and voice disappeared into the darkness at the same time.
Regardless of Skull's protest of "this is too boring", Lin You directly stuffed it back into the backpack. The second she closed the bag, those players turned the corner.
Hearing the voices, he could vaguely discern that there were four people, and it was the same with the one who appeared in front of him.
The lights were dim, but the four of them saw her as well. But compared to Liang Siting's unreserved attitude at the beginning, their expressions were a little more vigilant.
Lin You can completely understand that there are too many strange items here, and if they are not guaranteed, one with the ability to transform will be taken in. Naturally, one must be on guard when meeting strangers.
"etc."
To her surprise, one of them suddenly said, "I've seen her."
Lin You also reacted. She watched the other party push the gold-rimmed glasses—they met in the meeting room at the beginning of the game.
"ah."
Another exclaimed, "I remember that too."
"But," he asked again, "are you with someone—"
"Hmm..." Of course, Lin You couldn't say that she and the eminent monk were incompatible, so they happily split up, "There was an accident, and they got separated accidentally."
The teammate said "hey".
"Is that so?" When he saw the bandage on Lin You's leg, he obviously misunderstood something.
"Oh yes, we ran into them again on the way."
He pointed to the other two.
It wasn't until then that they let down their vigilance. One of them brought up the topic again: "By the way, where did you just talk?"
"Speaking of... I remember there is a mask," said the last person. "If you put it on, you can temporarily stay in another world. If you find that mask, maybe you can use it to hide—eh? What's the number called?"
"SCP-106."
The man with glasses answered the question.
"Scary old man."
There's no need to be so troublesome, Lin You thought silently, anyway, his house was smashed to pieces, and he himself became stuck.
"I don't know where these monsters have gone. I heard that there is one who will be hunted down by it when he sees his face—"
I got stuck at Kisaragi Station, and now I am obsessed with collecting paper bags.
"There is also the opposite, if you accidentally blink, your neck will be broken..."
He was locked in a small black room three minutes ago.
"No one has seen these few." The teammate who also recognized her wondered, "By the way, did something collapse just now? I seem to have heard those helicopters say that SCP-682 breached containment and sent Agents wiped out—"
Just below here, he was lying there recuperating after being beaten by the one who chased him when he looked at his face and the one who had to die if he didn't look at him.
"Sure enough, it's better to be careful."
The teammate said worriedly: "In this book, you can't worry about it."
Lin You: "..."
cough.
In fact, she was having a good time.