Chapter 87: Visiting The Grave

Chapter 87: Visiting The Grave

"Two tigers, two tigers. Both in love, in love. Both males, both males. So perverted, so perverted." Two days later, Zhang Jue was sitting on the terrace on the roof of Site-17, humming a children's song. His feet dangled outside the building, constantly echoing, like a schoolboy playing by the river. He was holding a piece of A4 paper in his hand and seemed to be folding something.

"Young man, it seems that you're in a good mood." SCP-343 sat beside him at some point. Zhang Jue did not look away, focusing on the origami paper in his hand.

"Old man, since you call yourself a god. You must have the self-awareness of a God. It doesn't matter if you come and go without a trace. It's not good to scare others."

SCP-343 looked at him, "So you were scared?"

"Me?" Zhang Jue smiled, "Never mind if you are a god or a ghost. Things that can scare me, no matter which world, do not exist."

SCP-343 looked him up and down once. "Young man, you seem to be a little stronger when I first met you."

SCP-343 is known as God, whether he is really a "god" or not, we can't confirm it, but his strength is undoubted. Since he said so, Zhang Jue couldn't help but feel a little smug. On this trip to Europe, Not only did he get a dragon crystal from SCP-3844, and he also acquired the ability of Cain and Abel. It can be said that the harvest is not small.

The only shortcoming is that he was not able to solve his problem with Shirley. The little girl fell into a deep sleep. But he has already thought about it. As long as he continues to get stronger, waking up Shirley is only a matter of time. No need to rush this moment.

The A4 paper in his hand has turned into a paper airplane. He put it in front of his mouth and blew it. Then threw it out towards the bottom of the building with force. The paper plane made a beautiful arc, not knowing where it would eventually float. As the paper plane disappeared from view, Zhang Jue turned around and looked at SCP-343 with a strange look.

"Old man, I always feel like I've been counted on by you."

SCP- 343 always had that calm, out-of-this-world look. He smiled, "Gods, never and ever need to calculate mortals."

"You better be." Zhang Jue stared into his eyes, "Otherwise, even as a 'god'. I will kill you."

Site-19 was the largest Foundation facility currently in operation, containing hundreds of Safe and Euclid level anomalies and, of course, some Keter levels, except that most of them were not known to the public. Yet Zhang Jue was not looking to go to the headquarters to have tea with the leaders. He was just going to do something that he should have done a long time ago.

During the Site-14 infiltration incident, he had mistakenly entered the otherworldly dimension of

SCP-106 (The Old Man) and met his kinder side. The kind SCP=106 gave him an artifact, and in exchange, he promised SCP-106 to do one thing.

Give a bouquet of flowers to a person.

Anna Long. Zhang Jue always remembered this name.

The SCP cemetery, like the headquarters, was in Switzerland. Far from the Chinese branch, Zhang Jue was a geek who didn't like to go out, so the matter had been put off. He came to Europe this time, and it would be a bit unreasonable if he didn't come over to fulfill his promise. After all, the reality anchor had saved his life multiple times. Switzerland is a permanently neutral country, and the Foundation's headquarters is located here.

However, Zhang Jue did not visit Site-19 but went straight to the cemetery on the outskirts of the countryside. A place he had always resisted going to. At 3:00 PM, some dark clouds were pressing in the sky, making people feel a bit dull. Heavy rain seemed to be coming soon.

With a bouquet of flowers in his hand, Zhang Jue followed the receptionist's directions and arrived at the lady's grave named Anna Long. The tombstone was very old, and the photo on it was blurred. Only a man and a woman could be vaguely seen snuggling together.

A bouquet of lilies was placed in front of the tombstone and looked fresh, so someone should have visited her recently.

"No way." Zhang Jue was still lost in thought, but the receptionist frowned, "We have registered every person who comes to the cemetery to pay their respects, and it's been a long time since anyone has come to see this Ms. Anna."

Working at the SCP Foundation, no amount of work was too much. Because every detail could determine if your life would stop in the next second. Zhang Jue held the Dragon Crystal in his hand and expanded his senses.

A few moments later, he pulled up a smile. Sure enough, there were really a few guests in this seemingly quiet cemetery.