Although the newborn individuals created by the queen bee will imitate the original owner to perform some simple social interactions, such as templated smiles and greetings, etc., but like this, making a spot of light to attract the attention of passers-by is definitely beyond these " The IQ of worker bees.
Ji Thrush and the others suddenly became cautious.
Several people approached the door cautiously.
The structure of the door is exactly the same as the one where the family of the canned villain was found earlier.
Peering in through the bulletproof glass-paneled viewing window, they spotted the person who greeted them.
There was light in the room because someone had lighted two candles near the door.
The person in the room also saw the people in the corridor, nodded to them, and gestured for the five to open the door.
Ji Thrush and the others looked at each other, then nodded.
It took Mo Tiangen a little time to break the door lock.
The people in the room opened the door a small crack, beckoned to them, and signaled Ji Thrush and the others to come in and talk.
Five people filed into the room.
This is a suite of about 20 square meters, divided into two parts: the living room and the lounge. Cameras are installed at the four corners of the ceiling. Apart from a large number of books, this room can be said to be featureless, and the decorations are all like The model house in the sales office is just a mess everywhere, full of traces of fierce fighting and destruction, some dried blood, and big puddles of dark gray-green glue.
"Sit whatever you want."
The owner signaled Ji Thrush and the others to find a place to sit down, then walked slowly to a low cabinet, took out a few more candles and lit them, making the room brighter.
Mo Tiangen helped up the overturned couch, and sat on it with the Fan family siblings.
Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo sat side by side on a double sofa next to them.
"You should have seen it too, I am a humanoid SCP."
After the owner lit the candles, he dragged an armchair and sat across from several people, "My number is SCP611."
SCP611, in the Foundation archives, is called "The Healer".
He is described as an old man of the Xia Kingdom who is about 80 years old in appearance. He has self-healing ability. His method is to chop off his head.
It's just that when Ji Thrush did see this old man named "Self-healer" by the foundation, he felt that the other person looked much older than he imagined.
The old man's face was wrinkled, his hair was all white, his facial features were stacked together, his whole body was very thin, his skin was shriveled and cracked due to the lack of water and fatty tissue, it felt like there was only a layer of skin covering the bones.
If the old man hadn't reported the SCP number himself, and Ji Thrush had actually read the archives, he couldn't have imagined that such an old man was an old version of Wolverine who could heal himself no matter how many injuries he suffered.
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
Fan Luming said.
Even the practice of the SCP Foundation is never to treat the contained object as an independent, living "person" with the right to survive. When the younger brother of the Fan family faced this old man who was old enough to be his grandfather, what he suffered Education still made him use honorifics naturally.
The old man smiled and nodded at him, "Please speak."
"As far as I know, you don't have special abilities other than self-healing ability?"
Fan Luming asked:
"So, how did you get through these few days?"
The old man reached out and lifted his clothes, "Look at this."
With the help of candle light, Ji Thrush and the others saw the scars on the old man's entire chest and abdomen.
There are really too many scars, as dense as a post-modern style canvas, and many of the wounds are straight to the core at first glance. If they fall on ordinary people, they will die at least seventeen or eight times.
The scars on the old man's chest and abdomen were of different colors, most of them looked old, but some were very fresh.
Among all the scars, the most conspicuous one ran across from the lower right abdomen to the left front chest, almost ripping him open. The scar was reddish with purple, protruding from the skin, and still a little faded The scabs on the skin are obviously just growing.
"That thing outside..."
The old man put down his clothes and pointed in the direction of the door of the room:
"I don't know what it is, but I have noticed that it emits a light wave about every twelve hours at the beginning. Every time it emits a light wave, another 'I' will be generated and attack me."
As he said, he reached for a notebook from the coffee table, opened one of the pages, and handed it over, "Later, the interval between the light waves it emitted began to shorten, and the last two times, the interval between them was probably less than six hours. That's all."
Ji Thrush took the notebook and looked at it, and it turned out that it was the time of each light wave recorded by the old man.
Since SCP104 broke containment and Site 7 fell to the present, the queen bee has emitted light waves a total of eleven times. In the first two days, it was about twice a day, and then it gradually became five times in two days. Even shorter, only five hours and forty-six minutes.
"The last light wave was emitted four and a half hours ago..."
Ji Thrush looked down at his watch, frowned and said to his companions:
"According to this table, in about an hour, the queen bee will emit light waves again."
If it's just a simple newborn individual, Ji Thrush and the others are still very sure that they can solve it without much effort.
But if the timing of the emergence of newborn individuals is not good, for example, if they are busy dealing with difficult SCP creatures like the beautiful snake, then the problem will be bigger.
Ren Jianmo and the others understood what Ji Thrush meant, and nodded slightly to show that they understood.
"However, although they have copied my appearance, they are not immortal like me."
The old man looked at the chaotic room and laughed at himself:
"So, every time they show up, I just have to fight them and kill them...Of course, I get pretty badly wounded every time, but I survive."
He raised his skinny hand, pointing to a puddle of gray-green slime beside the bed:
"The last 'I' died there."
At this point, Ji Thrush and the others finally understood.
The SCP611 self-healers have survived until now by constantly fighting with their own newborn individuals and finally killing them by virtue of their strong vitality that is almost immortal. But he couldn't leave this containment room, and he didn't dare to go out, so he waited here for four and a half days, until Ji Thrush and the others came.
"I hope you can take me away."
The old man folded his hands, and a pair of cloudy eyes swept over the five young people one by one:
"However, I hope you can release me after you take me away from Site 7."
Ji Thrush and his four companions looked at each other, then he shook his head.
"no."
He neither wanted to deceive the old man nor make false promises, so he said truthfully:
"Old man, we can take you out, but we must send you back to the foundation."
The old man turned his head slightly, and focused his eyes on Ji Thrush. On his aging face, there was no hatred or resentment, only the calmness and rationality accumulated by the years.
"I actually have a vague feeling..."
The self-healing man said, "You guys are not real foundation staff, because your temperament is different from the foundation staff I have come into contact with."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it lightly, stopping Fan Hemian from asking.
"I know that you are powerful, stronger than anyone I have ever met, and have far more experience than your appearance, and... I even have a feeling that you probably don't belong in 'here' at all..."
The old man bent his eyes and smiled with deep crow's feet, "I mean, you may come from another 'place'."
He puts a slight emphasis on the word "place," which suddenly complicates its meaning.
Ji Thrush's heart skipped a beat, but there was only a faint smile on his face, and he asked noncommittally, "Really?"
"It has been more than five years since I was discovered by the SCP Foundation and brought to Site 7. In the past few years, I have been living in this room. Apart from books, I have no access to any other entertainment, and I am not allowed to know All information from the outside world."
The old man said slowly in a flat tone:
"During the past few years, I have had to continuously cooperate with the research at Site 7. The researchers took my blood and bone marrow every week, and injured various parts of my body with knives, sharp cones, sticks and even guns, and then Record the healing time of each wound…”
His voice was so calm that Ji Thrush felt inexplicably that the old man was not trying to sell misery, but was just stating an established fact.
"So, I want to leave here, hide my name and escape to a place where the foundation can't find, and live a peaceful life."
When the old man said this, the corners of his lips turned up, and his tone became more gentle:
"It's not just me... 'he' thinks so too."
The colloquial Chinese word "he" does not distinguish between men and women, and Ji Thrush couldn't guess who the old man was talking about for a while.
"So, shall we make a deal?"
In the dim candlelight, through the pair of cloudy corneas, Ji Thrush felt that he could see the hidden sensitivity and wisdom of the old man, "I'll tell you a way to become stronger, but you have to take us away, and Set us free, okay?"
As soon as the self-healer's words fell, the expressions of several people couldn't help but change slightly.
"...did you just say 'we'?"
Ji Thrush tried to ask:
"Is there anyone else besides you?"
"Yes, there is one more."
While answering, the old man stood up, walked to a bookcase against the wall, and took out a basket from it.
Then he lifted the muslin covering the basket and showed some of the guests what was inside.
Ji thrush and the others saw a fluffy, snow-white rabbit.
"introduce."
The old man said, "It's SCP826, Snowflake Rabbit."