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Time passed minute by minute. Vertex Fiction, .
Thirty minutes had passed since Feng Bujue entered Billy's containment.
During this period, apart from constantly trying to communicate with the outside world, the security team outside the door could only wait.
Thirty minutes later, however, the wait... seemed unsustainable.
"Vice captain... I... I think I saw something just now." A team member walked up to Gore and read in a trembling voice.
Although he was wearing a full-face mask, one could guess from his tone of voice that fear was written all over his face.
"Don't panic... I saw it too." Gore replied, "It's just a ghost shadow, it's just an illusion... just ignore it."
"But... but..." the team member continued, "I can still feel... he's hiding somewhere... staring at me."
"Yes, vice-captain." At this time, the team member named Dan also came over, "Ever since I heard the bell of 513, I have always felt this way..."
"Me too… "
"What should I do? Vice Captain."
The rest of the security team also came together, their inner fear had already reached the critical point. All it takes is one opportunity, and their cowardice and timidity will be revealed at a glance!
"Okay! Do you think I'm not afraid?" Gore yelled loudly. As the saying goes, extreme fear breeds anger. He yelled this sentence, which can also strengthen himself and everyone else, "I heard 513 just like you Ringtone, I feel the same way you do! But fear won't fix anything, so you guys better cheer me up and face it like a man!"
"Hehehe... That's really good." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the radio speaker in the laboratory, "Vice Captain Gore, you are indeed the only fourth-level member in this team."
Knowing the sound, Gore raised his head and scanned his surroundings. And said loudly: "How did you pass the Guang..."
"That's not important." Feng Bujue knew exactly what the other party wanted to ask, he interrupted directly, "I know, you must be very confused now, the questions that bother you are 'Why can I hear you', 'Why? I can talk over the radio', 'Why can't you open the door of the containment room', and 'I'm still in the containment room' etc..." He paused, "I'm sorry, I don't have the time and interest to do one by one Answer these questions. What I can tell you is... As early as 20 minutes ago, I left the base you are in. At this moment, I am reminding you out of humanitarian spirit... the space that originally trapped you The circular effect is gone, and you can exit the freight lane."
Speaking of which. Brother Jue changed the subject: "Of course... Even if you can make it to the emergency evacuation area, I'm afraid it's too bad." He always announces very bad news in a rather cheerful tone, which really makes people feel sad. Annoyed, "As for the reason... naturally it is the previous scp-513. I regret to tell you that the people affected by this scp basically ended up committing suicide in the end." He said it as if it had nothing to do with it Like myself, "As time goes by, 513-1 will appear more and more frequently, which will cause very serious mental damage to you. Even if you force sleeping pills to fall asleep or knock yourself out, it is useless. Because While unconscious, he will appear in your 'dreams' and physically attack you...and this will cause you to wake up quickly. Over time, you will collapse from this constant psychological pressure, severe sleep Loss leads to paranoia, hostility, hypervigilance, and depression. And then... death can be a relief."
"You... Didn't you hear the bell of 513 just like us!" A security team member replied loudly after hearing the words. "Why can you say it so easily?"
"Hehe... I have nothing to say about the details in this regard." Feng Bujue replied, "In short, I am different from you..."
Brother Jue is indeed confident. First, as a player, he will not enter a sleep or unconscious state in the script. So 513-1 can't attack him in his dream; second, he doesn't feel fear at all, even if 513-1's "glimpse phenomenon" occurs repeatedly (usually at intervals ranging from 14 to 237 minutes), he can't attack him What psychological pressure is caused.
"Bastard..." Gore couldn't hold back when he heard this, "No matter who you are... even if you can escape for a while, you can't escape..."
"La la la la la ~ I can't hear it, I can't hear it, la la la la la ~" Feng Bujue yelled on the radio like a child who was cheating, "What are you doing? , it has nothing to do with me anyway.”
After saying this, his voice stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, silence fell on the laboratory...
After more than a minute, Dan said: "Vice Captain, if what he said is true, then we..."
"This kid is very cunning, you must not trust him..." Although Gore was furious, he did not lose his rational thinking. "According to my analysis...he has two purposes for saying this to us..." He paused After a pause, "The first is to create panic. Even if the effect of 513 is as he said, we may not die. He said it vividly... He just wants to scare us and create pressure for us." He thought for a while, then said "And his second purpose is to drive us away... In my opinion, he is probably still hiding in the containment room of that anomalous object... The broadcast just now was sent by him using the ability of the object " He snorted coldly, "Hmph... If he really left the base 20 minutes ago, he doesn't have to pay attention to us at all. What kind of humanitarian spirit, do you think we are three-year-olds?"
...
At the same time, in corridor b3.
Feng Bujue was carrying Billy on his shoulders, walking unhurriedly.
At this moment, relying on Billy's ability, he listened to what Gore said verbatim.
"Unsurprisingly... the intelligence of the npc in this script is quite high." Jue Ge read, "A level 4 security personnel, under the premise of 513 in the body, can also make this level of analysis..."
"Even so..." Billy continued, "Isn't it still not beyond your calculation?" He turned his head and glanced at Brother Jue, "The reasoning he made was completely induced and expected by you..."
"There is nothing to be proud of." Feng Bujue replied, "From escaping from that containment room, to listening to their conversations, to using the radio to communicate with them... everything was done with your strength. By myself. It is simply impossible to do the above three things." His tone sounded quite sincere, "In short... Without the support of ability, the strategy can only be fantasy."
"Hmm..." Bill looked at Brother Jue with a weird look and said, "I didn't expect...you also have times when you are humble."
"What?" Feng Bujue continued, "I've always been a down-to-earth person."
"Hehe..." Hearing this sentence, Billy smiled without saying a word.
"In short..." Feng Bujue also quickly changed the subject, "Those seven guys have been guarding in the laboratory as I expected." He turned into a corner of the corridor while talking, " Let's just leave them there and wait for 513 to take effect...then you go collect 'panic energy'."
"Uh... Feng Bujue." Billy continued. "You'd better not talk about 'panic energy'."
"What's wrong?" Brother Jue glanced at him: "Could it be... the way you absorb power...is it still a secret?"
"That's right..." Billy replied, "Even higher-ranking beings than me don't know that I grew up in this way."
"It sounds like... if the Four Pillars Gods and their confidantes find out this secret..." Feng Bujue mused, "You're not going well."
"It's not 'not good,'" Billy replied, "it's just that... they may use this to limit my strength growth."
"Then here comes the problem." Feng Bujue continued, "Is it really okay for this kind of crucial information... to be revealed to me?"
"In all fairness... I'm extremely reluctant to tell you this." Billy replied, "But in order to escape this universe, I can only say it."
"Hmph... That's true." Feng Bujue sneered. "When your strength is limited, you must constantly collect and use panic energy to escape. If you insist on concealing this setting, it may cause a lot of inconvenience in actual actions."
"Besides..." Billy added, "As far as your resourcefulness is concerned, the possibility of deriving this setting on your own is also very high. On balance... I think it's better to tell you yourself."
While they were talking, Feng Bujue had already carried Billy to the door of a containment room.
"Very good, the guard here is gone." Brother Jue opened the electronic door and read while looking at the empty space in front of him.
"It's a good thing you thought of coming to get this gun..." Billy said.
"When I saw this sign in the corridor, I wanted to come in and get it. It's just that I hadn't gotten rid of the security guards at the time, so I couldn't help it." Feng Bujue said, and he had already entered the laboratory. "It stands to reason that this thing shouldn't be in this base. I think the universe we are in should be one of the many parallel worlds where the SCP Foundation exists... so there are many details that are different from the information I know."
While speaking, he had reached the middle of the containment room and stood in front of a safe.
[Item Number: scp-1998]
[Item level: safe]
[Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1998 is to be contained in a locked safe at Site [DATA EXPUNGED]. Experiments related to 1998 can only be carried out following the following measures: First, an application should be signed and approved by the Foundation Ethics Committee, and they will provide suitable D-level personnel and corresponding experimental parameters. Second, everything related to the experiment should be personally monitored by a representative of the ethics committee and simultaneously shown to the rest of the committee via closed-circuit television. Third, under no circumstances should 1998 be used for purposes other than experimental testing. Any personnel or departments who attempt to use 1998 to profit by twisting the free will of D-class personnel will therefore be considered for direct relegation or reassignment to the project.]
[Description: scp-1998 is a pistol with a specific shape, its maker and manufacturer are unknown. The pistol is operated by a piston-like assembly just below the barrel. 1998 does not use ammunition of any kind, instead firing pulses of energy through an unknown mechanism. The 1998's power source cannot be determined; it does not require any external power source or power source, although it does require a 5-minute interval between each shot to cool down or reload in some way.
The beam emitted by 1998 is ineffective against all inorganic, inanimate, non-human materials, and will dissipate after contacting non-human bodies or clothing that is in direct contact with human bodies. The pulse also dissipates after being fired beyond 20 meters.
The energy pulses fired by 1998 primarily act on the human brain, especially the motor cortex, primary auditory cortex, and hippocampus; no matter which part of the body the pulse hits, those parts are affected.
Individuals struck by 1998 will experience a chain of three effects. One, the hit individual will turn towards 1998's controller. and sit down before them. The practice of placing obstacles in its path of travel will cause instability and loss of balance in the affected person's movement; once the affected person faces the operator of the equipment in a non-standing position, the movement will stop—regardless of the position and posture at the time. make him comfortable.
Two, the affected individual will experience functional paralysis, and he will be unable to perform any free manipulation of locomotor organs independent of maintaining eye contact with the operator of the device.
Three, the affected person will listen carefully and take to heart everything that the manipulator said during the period of paralysis, and any words conveyed to the affected person during this period will be completely ignored for the rest of their lives. , perfectly remembered, and any instructions communicated to the affected individual during this time will be fulfilled by them as perfectly as possible after the paralysis ends. This period of "receiving information" will last approximately 19 minutes, after which the affected individual will regain control of movement.
Typically, those affected by 1998 will enter a period of constant shock and psychological trauma, which is believed to be associated with severe traumatic physical pain (described by two test subjects as "excruciating" and " It's like being in hell"). And these pains were caused by exposure to 1998.]
[Addendum 1998-1: SCP-1998 was discovered by a group of hikers while walking along the Natchez Highway National Scenic Trail in western Tennessee. It is contained in a cardboard box with a label written in the Greek alphabet using a hybrid Latin and Cherokee grammar. The translation of these labels is incomprehensible.]
[Footnote: It has been determined experimentally that giving impossible tasks (commands that violate the laws of physics) will cause the affected person to act without following instructions. But they experience regret and low self-esteem because they think they "failed". Affected subjects given orders that could cause physical discomfort or danger will carry out such orders regardless of potential danger, and will always attempt to refuse treatment for open wounds they inflict in the course of their mission.]
Although this scp item is classified as "safe", judging from its actual effect... if it falls into the hands of someone like Feng Bujue, the destruction of the world is just around the corner.
When Brother Jue saw this entry, his first reaction was... this so-called "standard mental concentration enhancer". Isn't it the pistol version of "geass"? And there are no side effects. Then his second reaction was that all kinds of scenes unfolded... those will not be listed here.
"Hmm... Do you really need a key to open it..." After trying it, Feng Bujue read.
"This is troublesome..." Billy continued, "The key to this kind of project is either in the hands of the administrator on this floor. Or in the hands of the management personnel in this base. And those people... are not in the emergency refuge area at this moment , in the command center." He paused for half a second, "Of course...he may have died somewhere in the base."
"Can't you use your ability to take out the contents?" Feng Bujue asked.
Billy hesitated for half a second: "It can be possible...but..."
"Will it consume a lot?" Feng Bujue probably guessed the other party's concerns.
"Use the ability of space grafting to get you out of my own containment room, use the ability of enhanced perception in the area to help you monitor those security personnel, and then use the ability of mechanical interference to help you speak through the radio... These are all very energy-consuming." Billy continued, "Also. I have to maintain b3's video and audio signal shielding... Although before today, I have been dormant for a long time and accumulated a lot of energy. But..."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Feng Bujue said, "But having said that... are you really 'restricted to a great extent'? You can still use so many abilities at the same time... "
"It's all trivial skills." Billy smiled wryly, "I'm different from Samadir or Rabbit who have physical combat capabilities. All my powers are reflected in telekinesis, space ability, and various remote interventions. In terms of ability." He shook his head, "Do you think I'm still strong now? Don't be kidding... In the main universe, as long as the 'system' allows, I can even arrange the structure of the script by myself. But in What about here? I made a folded space that even I can't bear to see... a straight corridor, looping every few hundred meters... what the hell..."
"Hmm... so you're quite ambitious." Feng Bujue said with a squinting look.
"Okay... instead of testing and sarcasm me..." Billy had already seen what Brother Jue was doing, so he directly exposed him, and continued, "You might as well think about how to open this safe." (...) R527
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