Chapter 819 The Ultimate Rescue (XI)

Time passed minute by minute.

Thirty minutes had passed since Feng Bujue entered Billy's containment facility.

During this period, besides constantly trying to contact the outside world, all the security team members outside the door could do was wait.

However, thirty minutes later, this waiting... seemed to be unsustainable.

"Vice Captain...I...I think I saw something just now." A team member walked up to Gore and said in a trembling voice.

Although he was wearing a full-covering mask, one could guess from his tone that fear was written all over his face.

"Don't panic...I saw it too." Gore replied, "It's just a ghost, just an illusion...just ignore it."

"But... but..." the team member continued, "I can still feel... he is hiding somewhere... staring at me."

"Yes, vice-captain." At this time, the team member named Dan also came over, "I have always felt this way since I heard the 513 ringtone..."

"Me too……"

"What should I do? Vice-captain."

The rest of the security team members also came over, and the fear in their hearts had already reached the critical point. All it takes is an opportunity ∫▼, and their cowardice and cowardice will be clearly revealed!

"Okay! Don't you think I'm not afraid?" Gore shouted. As the saying goes, fear leads to anger. He shouted such a sentence to embolden himself and everyone, "I heard it just like you. 513 Ringtone, I feel the same way as you! But fear won’t solve anything, so you’d better cheer up and face reality like a man!”

"Hahaha... That's so well said." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the loudspeaker in the laboratory, "Vice Captain Gore, you are worthy of being the only Level 4 personnel in this team."

Hearing the sound, Gore raised his head and glanced around. And said loudly: "How did you pass Guangzhou..."

"That's not important." Feng Bujue knew exactly what the other party wanted to ask, so he interrupted directly, "I know, you must be confused now. The questions that bother you include 'Why can I hear you talking', 'Why I can speak through the radio', 'Why can't you open the door of the containment room', and 'Am I still in the containment room now', etc..." He paused, "I'm sorry, I don't have the time or interest to do it. As soon as I answer these questions, what I can tell you is... I left the base where you are as early as twenty minutes ago. At this moment, I am here to remind you out of a humanitarian spirit... I was originally trapped. Your space circulation effect has disappeared, and you can leave through the cargo channel."

Speaking of which. Brother Jue changed the topic: "Of course... Even if you can successfully run to the emergency evacuation area, it's probably not going to be very good." He always announces very bad news in a cheerful tone, which is indeed true. Annoyingly, "As for the reason... of course it is the previous SCP-513. I regret to tell you that people affected by this SCP basically end up committing suicide." He said it like it was true. It has nothing to do with you. "As time goes by, 513-1 will appear more and more frequently, causing you very serious mental damage. Even if you forcefully use sleeping pills to fall asleep or knock yourself out, it will be useless." . Because when you lose consciousness, he will appear in your "dream" and launch a physical attack on you... and this will cause you to wake up quickly. Over time, you will collapse due to this continuous psychological pressure. Severe sleep loss can lead to paranoia, hostility, hypervigilance, and depression...and death can be a relief."

"You...didn't you hear the 513 ringtone just like us?" A security team member shouted back after hearing this. "Why can you still speak so easily?"

"Haha... I can't comment on 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. Therefore, 513-1 cannot attack him in his dream; secondly, he will not feel fear at all. Even if 513-1's "glimpse phenomenon" occurs repeatedly (usually with intervals ranging from 14 to 237 minutes), he cannot attack him. What psychological pressure it causes.

"Asshole..." Hearing this, Gore couldn't hold it in anymore. "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 shouted at the top of his lungs on the radio like a naughty child, "You guys do whatever you want. , it has nothing to do with me anyway.”

After saying this, his voice stopped abruptly.

Then, silence fell in the laboratory...

After more than a minute, Dan said: "Vice Captain, if what he said is true, then we..."

"This guy is very cunning, you must not trust him..." Although Gore was furious, he did not lose his rational thinking. "According to my analysis... he said this to us for two purposes..." He paused, "First, it is to create panic. Even if the effect of 513 is really as he said, we may not die. He said it vividly... It's nothing more than to scare us and put pressure on us." He thought for a while, and then said, "And his second purpose is to get us away... In my opinion, he is very likely still hiding in the containment room of the anomalous project... The broadcast just now was made by him using the power of the project." He snorted coldly, "Humph... If he really left this base twenty minutes ago, he doesn't have to care about us at all. What humanitarian spirit, do you think we are three-year-old children?"

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At the same time, in the B3 corridor.

Feng Bujue was carrying Billy on his shoulders and walking slowly.

At this time, relying on Billy's ability, he heard Gore's words word for word.

"As expected... the NPCs in this script are quite intelligent." Brother Jue read out, "A level 4 security guard, under the premise of being infected with 513, can also make this level of analysis..."

"Even so..." Billy continued, "Isn't it still within your calculations?" He turned his head and glanced at Brother Jue, "The reasoning he made was completely under your guidance and expected..."

"There is nothing to be proud of." Feng Bujue replied, "From escaping from the containment room, to monitoring their conversations, to using the radio to communicate with them... all were done with the help of your power. I can't do the above three things by myself." His tone sounded quite sincere, "In short... without the support of ability, the strategy can only be a fantasy."

"Well..." Billy looked at Brother Jue with a strange look and read out, "I didn't expect... you would be humble sometimes."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Bujue continued, "I have always been a pragmatic person."

"Hehe..." Hearing this, Billy smiled but said nothing.

"Anyway..." Feng Bujue quickly changed the subject, "Those seven guys have done what I expected...stayed in the lab and won't leave." He said as he turned a corner in the corridor, "Let's leave them there for now and wait for the effects of 513 to gradually emerge...then you can go collect the '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 that... the way you absorb power... is still a secret?"

"Yes..." Billy replied, "Even those who are higher than me don't know that I grow in this way."

"It sounds like... if this secret is known by the Four Pillars and their confidants..." Feng Bujue pondered, "you will be in trouble."

"It can't be said to be 'not good'." Billy replied, "It's just... they may use this to limit my power growth."

"Then the question is." Feng Bujue continued, "This kind of critical information... is it really okay to reveal it to me?"

"To be fair... I am extremely reluctant to tell you this." Billy replied, "But in order to escape this universe, I can only tell it."

"Huh... That's true." Feng Bujue sneered. "When your power is limited, you must constantly collect and use panic energy to escape. If you insist on hiding this setting, it is likely to cause a lot of inconvenience in actual operations."

"Besides..." Billy added, "With your wisdom, the possibility of figuring out this setting by yourself is also very high. After weighing the pros and cons... I think it's better to tell you myself."

As they talked, Feng Bujue had carried Billy to the door of a containment room.

"Very good, the guards here are no longer here." Brother Jue opened the electronic door and looked at the empty space in front of him and said.

"Thank you for thinking of coming to get this gun..." Billy said.

"I wanted to come in and get it when I saw this sign in the corridor. But I hadn't gotten rid of the security guards at the time, so I couldn't." Feng Bujue said, and walked into 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."

As he spoke, he had walked to the middle of the containment room and stood in front of a safe.

[Item No.: SCP-1998]

[Object Class: Safe]

[Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1998 is to be contained in a locked safe at Site [DATA EXPUNGED]. Experiments with SCP-1998 may only be conducted in accordance with the following procedures: First, a request must be signed by the Foundation Ethics Committee, who will provide appropriate D-class personnel and corresponding experimental parameters. Second, all content related to the experiment must be monitored in person by a representative of the Ethics Committee and displayed simultaneously to the rest of the committee via closed-circuit television. Third, under no circumstances may SCP-1998 be used for purposes other than experimental testing. Any personnel or department that attempts to use SCP-1998 to distort the free will of D-class personnel for profit will be considered for direct demotion or reassignment. ]

[Description: SCP-1998 is a peculiar-looking pistol, whose manufacturer and manufacturer are unknown. The pistol is controlled by a piston-shaped component directly below the barrel. SCP-1998 does not use any form of ammunition, instead it emits energy pulses through an unknown mechanism. 1998's source of energy is unknown; it requires no external power source or energy source, though it does require a five-minute interval between shots to cool down or reload in some way.

The beam emitted by 1998 is ineffective against all inorganic, inanimate, non-human materials, and dissipates upon contact with anything other than human body or clothing that comes in direct contact with human body. Pulses also dissipate after being emitted at a distance of more than 20 meters.

The energy pulses emitted by 1998 primarily affect the brain, particularly the motor cortex, primary auditory cortex, and hippocampus; these areas are affected regardless of where the pulse hits the body.

Individuals struck by 1998 experience a series of three effects. First, the individual will turn toward the operator of 1998 and sit in front of them. Placing obstacles in its path will cause the subject to become unstable and lose balance; once the subject is facing the operator of the device while not standing, their movement will cease - regardless of whether the position is comfortable for them at the time.

Second, the subject will experience functional paralysis, and will be unable to perform any free movement of the motor organs without maintaining eye contact with the operator of the device.

Third, the subject will listen carefully and remember everything the operator says during the paralysis period. Any words conveyed to the subject during this period will be remembered completely and perfectly for the rest of their lives, and any instructions given to the subject during this period will be carried out as perfectly as possible after the paralysis ends. This period of "receiving information" lasts approximately 19 minutes, after which the subject will regain motor control.

Typically, subjects affected by 1998 will enter a state of sustained shock and psychological trauma, which is believed to be related to physical traumatic pain (described by two test subjects as "painful" and "like being in hell"). These pains are caused by exposure to 1998. ]

[Addendum 1p-1998 was discovered by a group of hikers walking along the Natchez Pass National Scenic Byway in western Tennessee. It is contained in a cardboard box, with labels written in Greek letters using a mixture of Latin and Cherokee grammar. The translation of these labels is not completely understandable. 】

【Footnote: It has been determined through experiments that giving impossible tasks (commands that violate the laws of physics) will cause the affected person to act without following the instructions. However, they will feel regret and low self-esteem because they think they have "failed". The affected person who is given orders that may cause physical discomfort or danger will carry out the order regardless of the potential danger, and will always try to refuse treatment for the unhealed wounds they incurred during the task. 】

This SCP item, although classified as "safe", but judging from its actual effect...if it falls into the hands of people 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 just a pistol version of "geass"? And there are no side effects. Then his second reaction was that all kinds of anime unfolded...I won't list them in detail here.

"Hmm... it really needs a key to open it..." Feng Bujue said after trying it.

"This is troublesome..." Billy continued, "The key to a project like this is either with the administrator on this floor. Or in the hands of the administrator of this base. And those people... are either in the emergency shelter or in the command center." He paused for half a second, "Of course... they may have died somewhere in the base."

"Can't you use your ability to take out the things inside?" Feng Bujue asked.

Billy hesitated for half a second: "It can be possible... but..."

"Will it cost a lot?" Feng Bujue probably guessed the other party's concerns.

"Using the ability of space grafting to get you out of my own containment room, using the ability of enhanced perception in the area to help you monitor the security team members, and then using the ability of mechanical interference to help you speak through the radio... These are all very energy-consuming. "Billy continued, "In addition, I have to maintain b3's video and audio signal shielding... Although I have been dormant for a long time before today 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. …”

"They're all just trivial skills." Billy smiled bitterly, "I'm different from those guys like Samodil or Rabbit who have physical combat capabilities. All my powers are reflected in telekinesis, spatial abilities, and various remote interferences. In terms of ability." He shook his head, "Do you think I'm still strong now? No kidding... In the main universe, as long as the 'system' allows it, I can even arrange the structure of the script. What about here? The folding space I created is so big that even I can’t stand it...a straight corridor that loops every few hundred meters...what the hell..."

"Well...it turns out you are quite ambitious." Feng Bujue said with empty eyes.

"Okay... instead of testing and sarcastic me..." Billy had already figured out what Brother Jue was doing. He directly exposed him and continued, "Why don't you think carefully about how to open this safe." (To be completed. Continued.)