I’m In Charge of SCP

The stationmaster of site17 is a kind-hearted old man named Hubbard. After returning to the site, he immediately called a meeting with the staff and expressed a warm welcome to Zhang Jue.

Now, all the employees knew his identity, and before the welcome party was over, he was already surrounded by a large group of researchers.

Like Claremont, they are all loyal fans of Zhang Jue.

Over the past six months, some of Zhang Jue's achievements at site 14 have been published by the foundation in booklets and distributed to all sites.

Therefore, although these people did not recognize Zhang Jue's appearance, they were all too familiar with the name of this oriental man.

Their admiration for Zhang Jue is not the same as ordinary star chasing, it is the recognition of his ability.

Working in the scp foundation, mastering more knowledge means more possibility of surviving.

The atmosphere was very lively for a while, and many employees rushed to ask questions about their experiments.

There were too many people at the scene, and Zhang Jue couldn't answer their questions one by one. In the end, he could only promise everyone that he would stay here for a while until he solved all the problems for them.

The welcome meeting ended with laughter and laughter. All the researchers were very excited. They knew that with the presence of Consultant Zhang, many experiments that encountered difficulties could continue. Even if there was a dead end ahead, he would definitely provide other solutions. train of thought.

"Consultant Zhang is really young and promising. When I was your age, I was just an ordinary researcher." Hubbard said with a smile.

Zhang Jue said with rare humility: "My lord, you are too much, I don't dare to compare with you."

This time, Zhang Jue did not lie.

Don't look at this old man's benevolent eyebrows, but as the webmaster of site17, he can't do it without a bit of thought and skill to deal with so many ghosts and snakes in the site.

Harvey's smiling tiger was a little afraid of him, and even the privileged faction like Claremont was honest in front of him-not to mention them, even the four doctors had worked under the station master at the beginning .

Hubbard said: "Your and Claremont's joint application will be sent to the headquarters in a short while. According to the general progress, it will take about a few days. I will help you rush and let them try to hurry up."

"Alright, thank you, old man." Zhang Jue cupped his hands in accordance with CN's etiquette, and then left the venue with Claremont.

Hubbard returned to the office, sat on his seat with his eyes closed, and after a while, a seemingly ordinary researcher walked in, who was the one who made the most noise just now.

"Is there anything unusual in the site during my absence?" Hubbard didn't even open his eyes.

In fact, he already learned about some daily affairs from his secretary.

What he asked at this moment was naturally a situation that ordinary people could not grasp.

"Most of the projects are still the same, but last night 343 met with Consultant Zhang on the rooftop, and they didn't know what they said. Then they went to 053's room, and 053 woke up. This morning, Consultant Zhang proposed Ask 073 to help him visit 053, thinking that there should be an inevitable connection between these few things."

"I see." From the beginning to the end, Hubbard didn't look at him, and the researcher seemed to be used to it.

With a wave from Hubbard, he left the office and resumed his role.

Hubbard opened his eyes, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, sighed, and remembered an oriental word he had learned.

"The rain is about to come—"

...

The headquarters' approval for the experiment would be tomorrow at the soonest. Under Claremont's suggestion, Zhang Jue first found another key figure in the experiment——Cain.

As mentioned earlier,

After tens of thousands of years of baptism, Cain has long been very different from before. He has become willing to help others, and whenever the Foundation asks him, he will agree.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Jue came to Cain's containment room.

The dark-faced young man was staring into the distance through the window in a daze.

Because 073 has always been loyal and friendly to the Foundation, the Foundation did not restrict his movements, and even allowed him to go to the cafeteria to eat—of course, the premise is that his feet cannot touch the ground.

"Hello, classmate Cain, I'm so excited."

Zhang Jue rode a golden knife, straddled Cain, and patted Cain's shoulder dishonestly.

Cain wasn't one to joke, so he just smiled and didn't speak.

Claremont introduced: "This Zhang Jue is a consultant specially hired by the Foundation."

Cain glanced at Zhang Jue, nodded, and said, "Hello."

His voice is very gentle, but somewhat mechanically stiff, like an AI that has just learned to speak.

But Zhang Jue didn't mind, he was in a very good mood at the moment - he thought that he would not be able to gain any ability from Cain just like 343, but the feeling just now was obviously different.

This meant that he had already absorbed part of Cain's characteristics into his body, but he didn't know what ability it would transform into.

But it doesn't matter, it's free anyway.

"Brother, can I ask you to do me a favor?" Zhang Jue said with a chuckle, "In return, I can also do you a favor."

Cain looked at Zhang Jue.

For him, being asked for help is a daily occurrence, and he has long been used to it.

But it was the first time that someone said they would come to help him.

Not only him, but even Claremont looked at Zhang Jue with a surprised look.

Although 073 is not as omniscient as 343, he is still very powerful. He is also curious about what Zhang Jue can do for such a 'person'.

Seeing surprise and suspicion in their eyes, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Brother Cain, do you remember how long it has been since you stepped on the dirt? Is it a flower?"

How long has it been since you stepped on the dirt?

How long has it been since you picked a flower with your own hands?

These two questions, even if Cain had a photographic memory, he couldn't remember how long it was.

He is a cursed man.

Any ground he walks on will become barren with the death of bacteria, making it unable to support life. Anything made by creatures that grow in the soil immediately rots and disintegrates when he touches it.

These two curses have been with him for many years.

He never had any illusions about it.

But this man named Zhang Jue actually said he could help him?

Can you pick a flower by yourself?

is it possible?

...

Seeing that Cain seemed to have understood his intentions, Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows with an indescribably lustful expression: "Anyway, it doesn't cost money to try, doesn't it? Come on, classmate Cain, the wild flowers on the roadside , If you don’t pick it, it’s not worth it.”