"There is something... I have to confess to you. >Yawen Bar>_﹎w-w-w=.-y`a-w-e·n···c-om" After Feng Bujue stood still , spoke first, and said to Dr. Cox.
"What?" Cox thought the other party was going to say something very important, so he answered solemnly.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue stared at the coffee cup on her table and said, "I also like coffee."
When the words fell, the expression on Cox's face twitched, then he let out a long breath, raised his head and said to d19: "Detective, please uncuff him."
It seems that Cox fully understood what Jue Ge meant.
"Are you sure? Doctor." On the contrary, d19 didn't do it right away, because he deeply felt that this move was accompanied by huge risks.
"Yes, I'm sure." But Cox replied in the affirmative.
That being the case, d19 will not say anything more. He took two steps forward, raised Jue's wrist slightly, and then, d19 pressed his right thumb towards a groove on the handcuffs.
At that moment, a slight electric current sounded. Then, Feng Bujue felt the pressure from his wrist drop suddenly, and the handcuffs immediately deflated like a deflated life buoy, and fell off naturally from his hand.
"Can you unlock it by scanning the fingerprint of a specific person..." At this moment, what Brother Jue thought was, "The technology of this plane is really reasonable."
"Mr. Crazy." After d19 took off the handcuffs, Dr. Cox immediately continued, "I hope you will not betray my trust in you and make some actions that will cause trouble for both of us. "
"Leave this kind of nonsense to others, doctor." Brother Jue rubbed his wrist and replied calmly, "You and I both know that if I plan to use violence, such a pair of handcuffs... can't stop me at all. " He paused, then added, "Actually, if I had that intention, from the very beginning... I wouldn't let you guys wear this thing on me."
Cox heard the words. Quietly looked at Feng Bujue for a few seconds.
Then, she snorted coldly and glanced to one side of the room: "The coffee machine is over there, please help yourself."
Feng Bujue understood. The other party took advantage of the situation to change the subject and started a new round of exploration.
"You don't have to try me like this." Feng Bujue didn't walk in the direction indicated by the other party, because he knew that it was useless to go, "I can tell you frankly that the technology system here is not the same as my 'world'. ' is very different."
What he meant by that was—I don't know how to use that coffee machine that looks like a chandelier.
in addition. _﹏雅>文吧 w·Juege is careful here, he didn’t say "your technology is more advanced than my world", but used "the technology system is different"... In this way , the other party can't use "age" to judge the level of technology that Jue Ge knows.
"Really?" Cox leaned back in his chair when he heard this, and continued in a noncommittal tone, "I really want to hear in detail... What is your technology system over there like? .”
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed, "Okay." He paused for half a second, then changed the subject, "What do you have to say? I'll talk about it after I read the information on scp-3232."
"Hmph..." Cox snorted coldly and replied, "I'm afraid I don't have the authority to transfer any project information to you."
"Go to apply." Feng Bujue replied these three words almost without thinking, and sat down on the chair in front of the other party's desk, crossing his legs.
"Mr. Crazy, do you think your request is reasonable?" Cox asked in a tone close to a rhetorical question.
"Of course it makes sense." And Feng Bujue responded very quickly again, "I am something that you cannot contain or fully understand. This... you know it better than anyone else. You know, as long as I am willing You can disappear in front of you at any time, never to return; you also know... I can use force to communicate with you, and I don't care about the possible risks of doing so." He spread his hands, waving A very arrogant look. "To put it more clearly - if I want to leave, I can leave, and before I leave, I can kill you, or do something else... For example, release some of the items in your facility. Don't care about me Whether your actions will be terminated by you, for me... there is no loss in trying."
When he said this, Feng Bujue turned around. He snapped his fingers at d19: "Excuse me, bring me a cup of coffee, without sugar." After that, he looked at Dr. Cox again, and continued, "Doctor, I think you are very clear about the above-mentioned situation. Otherwise, at this moment... we wouldn't be sitting here talking." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are a smart man, when I kicked Mr. d19's clone, you knew that I wanted to negotiate with you Yes, or I would have kicked hundreds of people to death long before I put on the handcuffs.
But...negotiation is not an interrogation, only when both parties have a certain 'chip' is a negotiation. Right now, my bargaining chip...or 'option' is clearly superior, so I have sufficient conditions and reasons for you to make concessions first. "
Brother Jue finished speaking in one breath. During the listening process, Dr. Cox's expression changed several times, and he finally entered a state of speechlessness.
Agent d19, on the other hand, stood behind with his expressionless face, hesitating in his heart—"Should I go get him coffee?"
"Please... wait a moment." After a while, Dr. Cox stood up, "I need to leave for a few minutes."
"Please, I'm not going anywhere. ﹏Yawen 8 w=w=w`.-y=a-" Feng Bujue slumped on the chair leisurely, raised his hands to rest his head and said.
"Detective, give him the coffee." Cox said to d19 before walking out of the office.
d19 walked to the wall helplessly, and began to operate the coffee machine.
But Feng Bujue sat there, without turning his head, said: "Mr. d19, I'm very curious... If I turn over to the other side of the desk and use Dr. Cox's computer, what will happen to you?"
As soon as Brother Jue said this, the movement of d19 to take the coffee was stunned, but he quickly regained his composure, and said coldly: "All programs are encrypted, and you can only start some programs if you do not operate them yourself. The basic program that comes with the system."
"Ah... that's true." Regarding this point, Feng Bujue has already guessed a thing or two, and he just wants to confirm his reasoning through d19 at the moment, "Even the era when handcuffs are unlocked by scanning fingerprints. It must have become very difficult to steal?"
"Although you led the topic without any sense of disobedience, and used such a chatty tone..." d19 said, and came back with a cup of coffee, "but you want to gain information about the technology of our world ... It's quite obvious." He put the coffee in front of Jue Ge. "So, I refuse to answer your question."
"Okay, then let's talk about something else." Feng Bujue shrugged and replied, "You are Guigeng this year? Are you married? Do you have children? Have you ever played group [beep—] with your clone?"
...
After enduring Jue Ge's bombardment of trash talk for more than ten minutes, d19 was on the verge of collapse.
fortunately. At this time, Dr. Cox came back.
"Mr. Crazy." The doctor said as soon as he entered the door, "I have already reported your request to my superiors, and we have to wait a little longer before we can get a clear response."
"Oh..." Brother Jue responded casually, and in the next second, he said something that made Dr. Cox's expression change suddenly in an understatement way, "That is to say... forge a file of scp-3232, and It's going to take some time, right?"
The voice fell to the ground. Dr. Cox froze on the spot, she looked... like a second-rate actor who suddenly forgot his words while standing on the stage.
"Don't be so surprised." Feng Bujue said, "I knew what you were going to do before you went out." He drank his coffee and said calmly, "During the ten minutes just now, you just ran to Go to another room, observe my communication with d19, and arrange for the falsification of documents by the way."
He said, turning his head back. Dr. Chong smiled: "Are you thinking now... 'Could it be that he secretly planted a bug on me'? And when I asked this question, you then thought... 'Could he be able to read people's thinking'?"
"Can you?" Cox asked dryly.
"No." Feng Bujue replied.
"You're a very annoying fellow, and you know that, don't you?" Cox said. The expression has become rather ugly.
"Yeah~ I'm just so charming." Feng Bujue replied with a playful smile, "But that's not the point..." He took another sip of coffee, "Doctor, in this kind of mutual testing game, even if you find ten If someone of the same level as you comes, I can play with you all day. However... Even if I have the patience, I don't have the time; Save some work for your colleagues; hurry up and hand over the real information of 3232... I know that you have that authority, and when you brought me to this office, I knew you were at least an O5 person."
Cox thought for a moment after hearing this, and then she turned to d19 and said, "Detective, go out first."
This time, d19 did not express any objection, and turned away without saying a word...
On the one hand, d19 also understands that whether he is present or not has little influence; if Feng Bujue wants to get rough, he will not be able to stop him after all.
On the other hand, d19 really didn't want to be in the same room with Brother Jue anymore; in the ten minutes just now... he felt that he had been polluted by some kind of spirit, and now he urgently needs to go for a standard mental assessment within the organization.
"Five groups, have you all heard?" A minute later, Dr. Cox returned to his desk, pressed a button on the desk, and said to the communicator, "There is no need to make fake documents, and... Turn off the monitor in the room, too."
Two seconds later, a sentence came from the communicator: "Okay, doctor. Then... Do you want to keep the video surveillance?"
"Of course." When Cox replied, he looked up at Brother Jue, "If the video surveillance is turned off, the object killed me and escaped from the room without you knowing."
"Uh..." The person on the other side of the communicator was a little embarrassed, "Understood, doctor."
After a short exchange, Dr. Cox ended the communication; at this time, Agent d19 had also left the room.
At this point, only Feng Bujue and Dr. Cox were left in the office, and... their conversations were no longer monitored.
"I have also been exposed to some projects with higher intelligence." Dr. Cox said, while operating on his computer, "and you... may be the one that has frustrated me the most so far."
"Then I'm really honored..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Before he could finish his sentence, Dr. Cox's hands left the optical keyboard, and he gently pushed a floating flat-panel display on the table with his fingers, turning its front to Feng Bujue.
At this moment, [scp-3232], the project file of Thriller Paradise in the SCP Foundation, has been displayed on this screen.
"Can this screen be touched with fingers?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, his eyes were firmly locked on the tablet, eagerly collecting information on the screen.
"Yes, please feel free." Cox put his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and propped his chin back.
"Okay." Brother Jue responded, stretched out his hand, and began to drag the roller on the edge of the screen.
This shows... He only spent the time of the two sentences of the conversation just now, and read the entire screen.
"Your speed is astonishing." Dr. Cox looked into Brother Jue's eyes and made an accurate inference.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Feng Bujue replied.
"I have also trained myself in this area, so I know... how difficult it is to be able to do what you do." Cox continued.
"Okay, if we continue talking, we will talk about the gap in talent. If you talk too much, you will cry." Most people can shut up when they say this, but Brother Jue wants to add another sentence, "Your tears..."
...
A minute passed, and Feng Bujue browsed all the information about scp-3232.
In the process of watching, he naturally discovered... This world is exactly the one he experienced as "Rudy Austin" last time.
However, its age has been replaced by the distant future.
From this, he immediately thought of two things that needed attention—
One, scp-o79 in this universe has long since ceased to exist.
Second, although he has more than 2,000 scp items in his mind, here... he must take into account the impact of the factor of "time" on those items.
For example... some biological items may age and even die; some items with a limited supply may be depleted; and some items may become damaged, become obsolete, or even completely lose their special properties due to increased use.
Given the number, complexity, and unpredictability of scp projects...
Add to that the foundation's assumptions about discovering, destroying, and replacing objects over the years...
Even for Feng Bujue, it would take quite a while to sort out all the information. (.)