I’m in SCP: All Around Me are Evil Gods!

I don't know when I will meet again.

With a whisper secretly, Zhang Lan took the binoculars handed over by the captain and followed the spot she was looking at.

While watching, listening to Xiao Ruobing's arrangement.

"The minister contacted me just now, and the department will also assign someone who is waiting for me to come over and let us stand still."

There was no objection from those present, and the reason for doing so must be to ensure that there is nothing wrong.

They definitely don't have any thoughts of doubting their own abilities, those people have long been transferred because of their early days.

To deal with these containment objects or mythological creatures, or the evil organization that controls them, no personal heroism is allowed.

No matter how powerful it is, you can still kill them all alone, which is unrealistic.

Once it fails, the consequences are too heavy, and no one can afford the responsibility.

"Zhang Wei, you should contact Li Kai and the others first, and when the people sent by the department arrive, we will discuss the next step." Xiao Ruobing said in an orderly manner, without any confusion due to temporary changes.

This is a basic quality for being a special team leader for a long time. Those who fail to work either die in the middle of the mission or are transferred away.

"clear."

Speaking of business affairs, Zhang Wei, who had escaped, also became serious, and he was ready to confirm with the many teams waiting for news in the rear.

Before the temporary Cypriot Jiang Jianwu came in, everyone had actually discussed how to implement the specific actions.

First, let the ordinary army pull up the isolation belt around the periphery, no matter who comes out, they have to stay under the guard of the army temporarily.

The special team belonging to the Foundation, uniformly marched towards the mountain, and slowly advanced until it found the cultists in the village mirror town and the important cadres of the Snake Hand organization.

This was originally planned, and Jiang Jianwu's instructions suddenly sent her to think about a few other methods that might have problems and need to be changed.

If you can’t change your boss’s thoughts, then change your own thoughts, not to mention it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

So wait until the sun sets.

Once the sky darkens, night will soon come, and houses in the relatively backward villages and towns in the mountains begin to light up.

The villagers who came and went during the day were all kept behind closed doors at night.

The village suddenly became silent, not to mention the noisy sounds of children, even chickens, dogs, ducks and geese disappeared.

If it weren't for the lights to light up the mountainside, it would make people think that this is an abandoned village.

At this time, dark clouds obscured the slightly dim starry sky, and the faint mist surrounding the top of the mountain seemed to spread downward.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was ten o'clock.

As if it were a custom, most of the villagers' doors opened at the same time, as if zombies came out of the cage.

Standing slowly outside the open space, they just looked at each other silently, as if confirming who was and who was not.

It took about half an hour. Thousands of people in the village gathered together. After counting the number of people, they looked at the houses with the doors closed and the lights turned off.

Without communication, they slowly moved to the door of the people who turned off the lights.

In a bungalow on the inner side of a village, a middle-aged man in his early thirties was looking out from the gap between the window curtains with a nervous face.

This kind of weird behavior lasted for a week, every night at nine o'clock in the evening, most of the villagers I knew would be like this.

I heard that a missionary came to the village recently, called "Dagon God/"Jiao".

At first no one joined, but for some reason, more and more people joined.

Those who believe in religion strongly invite their parents, wives, and children to join, including any relatives who have been in contact with each other, and even neighbors.

Originally, the middle-aged man had relatives frantically persuading him to enroll him in the teaching.

But middle-aged people don't believe in religion, so they sneer at it, impatiently with those who refuse the invitation.

After that, no one looked for him again.

At first, the middle-aged people thought that the villagers came out only for ceremonies or what they did when the time came, and they didn't care much.

In this regard, he was as unreligious as the next door, and the neighbor who refused the invitation made complaints.

Until three days ago, the neighbor next door, who went to bed almost early, heard a knock on the door at night, and the family followed the villagers away.

When I got up and made a comment, the middle-aged man glanced a little through the open window, only to hear the intermittent "^"rituals" "give money" "help" and the like.

I didn't care at the time. I thought it was because I was short of people and asked for help, but why didn't I even take the children away.

Sleeping (good Li's) was drowsy, and the middle-aged people didn't care too much.

But starting from the next day, I never saw the neighbors' family again.

He tried to inquire at first, but all he received were the villagers' indifference with a dark and sarcasm look, and they casually said to go to work.

The middle-aged man was half-believing, and the main kind of permeating expressions that made the hair stand upside down and smiled were too terrifying, so that all his doubts were swallowed, but some uneasiness remained.

One day, two days later, the neighbor still did not come back.

In addition, he found that the villagers looked at their family more and more wrongly.

Middle-aged people with low levels of education don't know what words to use to describe them, but they just feel terrible. .

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