Chapter 150: Unbelieveable

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Chapter 150: Unbelieveable

No matter how long it took, Zhang Jue would be very depressed when he recalled the content within the video. He had made many assumptions about what was inside the surveillance video, but he had never thought about this situation.

In the video footage, Shirley was standing alone in front, and he was standing about a meter behind Shirley. Dr. Li was isolated from the crowd at a great distance, and the closest person to him was Yang Xue.

Because of the fear of Shirley, the others were at a distance from the three of them. Only Yang Xue was behind him.

Although the video footage did not clearly capture the action of Yang Xue pushing him, unless the others' arms were two meters long, there was simply no reasonable explanation. Zhang Jue leaned against the roof's railing, trying hard to remember what it felt like.

He was quite sure that someone had indeed pushed him with his hand rather than using some tool. Judging from the video, only Yang Xue could have done it in the position he was in at the time. When you eliminate all impossible circumstances, no matter how unbelievable it is, that is the truth.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes. He had always been very confident, even a little conceited. He didn't think he was afraid of anyone when it came to this situation. But this time, it seems to have fallen into the path of others.

The bucket does not leave the well broken. The general will inevitably die in front of the battle. The result of playing with geese all day long is to be pecked blindly by geese.

After coming to the SCP World, he spent the longest time with Yang Xue. In addition to the title of Dr. Foundation, Yang Xue is just a somewhat simple girl. If it was really Yang Xue who pushed him towards Shirley, then it seems that the "somewhat simple" one should be himself.

He is still a bit puzzled. Even if Yang Xue had fooled him repeatedly with a woman's unique acting skills, what was her motive for doing so? Was she part of the MRW organization?

Zhang Jue smiled. This isn't good. After coming to the SCP World, there were always some weird and mysterious things going on. Yang Xue was the only clear clue among all these messy things. If something could be discovered, maybe the places that could not be figured out before could be solved.

"Hey, Advisor Zhang." Simmons' voice came.

After all this time together, he had also discovered this habit of Zhang Jue's. Whenever Zhang Jue was not in the dormitory or the lab, he would usually be on the rooftop relieving himself.

Seeing that it was him, Zhang Jue asked, "How's it going?"

Simmons walked up to him and shook his head. "Without being able to view the content of the video, it's a lot more difficult to analyze. I used various software and programs in the world to decode the video, and I didn't find any signs of editing or overwriting."

Simmons looked at Zhang Jue and cautiously asked, "Advisor Zhang, are you alright?"

Zhang Jue wondered, "What happened to me?"

"This afternoon, when you just finished watching the video, something wasn't quite right with your expression. As if... frightened by something."

"Simmons, you're hallucinating. In Site-14, who does not know that I, Zhang Jue, a person that could kill Buddha without even need to blink, be afraid of a video?"

"Advisor Zhang could kill without Blinking?"

"What's wrong?"

"So, you don't have any eyes?"

"..."

.....

Three days later, at the Jianghai City airport, Zhang Jue once again stepped on a flight to Mei. He hadn't spent less than a month in Site-14 before he had to go on another business trip. Zhang Jue couldn't help but sigh at his own laborious life.

You know, his biggest dream is to be a sea fish that could do anything they want. However, life is cruel. You tend not to get something you really want, and that thing will draw you farther from yourself from time to time.

There was only suffering, no time to go search for a desire.

Breathing in the "free" air, Zhang Jue couldn't help but grunt. Not that he's pretentious. He opened his phone and replied to the question he had just seen.

"Smells like a laxative. That's what would I describe the people of Mei. I just got off the plane, and most of the time, they don't look too happy, as if they have eaten a poisonous soup. Though there is some interesting stuff, but still."