Chapter 191: A Turn of Events

Chapter 191: A Turn of Events

Zhang Jue walked down the corridor, making his way back. His head kept going through the clues he had. All of the personnel in the Antimemetics Division had committed suicide, but Yang Wensong had disappeared.

Healey said in the video that SCP-3125 was back.

The question is, how did she know?

Everything here was bizarre. Zhang Jue knew in his heart that he wanted to know what really happened at this site because he was still missing some important pieces of the puzzle. The whole problem seemed scattered, but it was like a maze, and he moved a little toward the center of the problem.

The Antimemetics Division was really living up to its name. Zhang Jue felt himself getting a little tired. He looked at the SCP-714 in his hand, and several hours had passed since he had brought it with him. Zhang Jue thought about it and still didn't take it off. Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

At this point, any slight waste of time could lead to a big loss of progress. He walked all the way back to that control room just now. However, the corpses that he had just slashed were gone. What's even strange was that the blood on the floor had all disappeared.

Only the marks of his slashes remained. Zhang Jue hummed. He wouldn't be surprised if anything happened here. He looked around, and there were four doors in this control room. The door he had entered was door number 1, and the door that had just led to that artificial tomb was number 2.

The door that the fake Yang Wensong had tricked him into entering was number 3. Leaving the number 4 as the last door, which he had not yet searched. Should he go in?

Zhang Jue hesitated for a moment but still walked toward door number 4. The door was very thick, and then it looked like it had some complex mechanism. But it was nothing for Zhang Jue. There couldn't be any treasures inside this desert, could there? Zhang Jue thought blindly as he cut the thick door panel with his knife.

He made a hole in the center and then kicked the door through. The door panel was more than ten centimeters thick. It was just that one steel plate that fell to the ground with a thud. Even if no treasure was kept here, something important must have been kept.

Zhang Jue walked in, and sure enough. This room was even bigger than the two he had been in before and seemed to be a storage room. There were all kinds of things on the shelves. There were devices, blueprints, and some other supplies.

If it was open to closed, it could be explained as the sandy wind here was too strong. But if the door had been opened, then something must be playing tricks on it.

Zhang Jue carefully examined the footprints left on the sandy ground. It was found that someone had been here during the time he had gone underground. Looking at the size of the footprints, it should be a man.

Zhang Jue followed the footprints and found that the other party seemed to have a clear purpose. He thought that he was up to no good. He began to run all the way wildly upwards.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the top of the building. Seeing his small escape pod still lying there in good condition, Zhang Jue sighed gently in relief. He had previously knocked Yang Xue unconscious just in case, and now it seemed like a stupid move.

The SCP here was mysterious, but it didn't seem to be as aggressive as SCP-3125. Now that he was here, Zhang Jue changed his mind. He wanted to wake Yang Xue up and then discuss their next move.

But when he walked up to the escape pod, his eyes narrowed. Because there was no longer a Yang Xue inside. Zhang Jue checked the escape pod and found that it had been opened from the outside. The Foundation's encryption program was very secure, but it had been broken effortlessly.

Zhang Jue's right hand was slightly clenched, his face as black as carbon. Someone had made him mad about the situation. He thought that person was tired of living.

There is no blood around, and Yang Xue's life should not be seriously affected. Zhang Jue grunted. He walked downstairs, intending to check all the rooms one by one. The desert was big, and the enemy should be near there.

This time, Yang Xue had been captured, and it was because of him. It was the first time he had done something like this. How could he not be mad?

He was thinking about it, but a little noise suddenly occurred in a certain room. Zhang Jue was angry at the moment and heard it very clearly. He summoned his long sword, intending to kill his enemy in pieces.

However, when he walked into that room, he found nothing inside. Zhang Jue grimaced and was about to leave. A gun suddenly held his head. Yang Xue's voice came from behind.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot."