Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"You can go all the way down this road, and Pesri will open the door for you."

"Why don't you go with me." Rope narrowed his eyes: "Or, is there any reason why you can't take this road."

Kevin sighed, took down his eyes and wiped them.

"Sir, it's good to be vigilant. But you've reached such a core point that even thinking with your toes won't be too much of a trap. Even if there is - are you afraid of guns and bombs?"

Rope said sarcastically.

"I would be afraid of a star destroyer."

"……now it's right."

Kevin put on his glasses and held out his hand.

"I have other research projects to work on, and I wish you a pleasant conversation with Pesri."

He paused and said: "In addition, as a rare alien creature with normal human thinking, Mr. Rope, I hope that even if the conversation is unpleasant, you can restrain the idea of ​​living here and making a scene. We are all stepping on a nuclear bomb. , In order not to be bombed to the moon together, I sincerely ask you."

Holding Kevin's hand, Rope smiled mysteriously.

"It depends on whether the topic of 'Pisri' in your mouth can make me gain something."

"It doesn't look like you're too afraid of nuclear bombs, which is bad news."

Kevin shrugged and walked towards the left passage.

It is incredible that he can take time to meet Rope. Kevin has not closed his eyes for three consecutive days, because SCP-682's struggle is getting more and more intense, and he is on the verge of breaking free. He must stay in the experiment at all times. Venue, guaranteed to have new valid instructions to stop it.

After that, Rope walked along the road instructed by Kevin for five minutes, and after passing two corners, he came to the office of Site Director Wingate Pisley.

The door was unlocked and opened with a slight push.

The energetic, well-dressed old man sat behind the desk and looked at him with a smile.

Rope was not hypocritical. After tidying up his suit, he strode into the office of a senior SCP Foundation employee as an "abnormal creature".

- Funny enough.

"Hello, Mr. Pesri."

Rope then pulled up a chair and sat across from Wingate.

"As a 'communicable reserve containment', I'm here to drink your nasty coffee. "

"Ha ha……"

Wingate laughed dryly.

"I want to say that this is just a misunderstanding. You know, I'm also a high-level employee of the SCP Foundation. If my subordinates fail, I have to lose my momentum, right? There won't be bad coffee..."

"If you don't invite me for coffee, don't waste your time."

Rope took out the leather and threw it on Wingate's table.

"Let's get to the point, how did you know this sentence, and how did you know that this sentence has something to do with me? Little by little, if your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I will use the original My plan - to use violence to get all the information I want."

"Ha, as they said, your personality is quite irritable...but it's much better than your peers." Wingate shook his head helplessly.

""they"? ' Rope frowned.

"Well, before I introduce 'them' to you, allow me to introduce myself. "

The old man straightened up.

"Nathaniel Wingate Pisley, SCP Foundation A-level personnel, Asia Branch Site Director, the most senior leader of all direct projects of military, research, containment, and execution here. "First time" meeting, big Mysticist Mr. Rope. "

A long list of names.

But what made Rope concerned is that the old man named Wingate revealed his true identity directly after the first meeting.

"You know me very well. Plus that sentence, you also believe in a magician of a certain evil god?"

"No, I'm not." Wingate denied, "I didn't get the honor of being an occultist, and since the summer of 1913, I was just a hapless wretch who was involved in an indescribable anomaly, for that I linger on the mission I was forced to take."

The old man took out the old book from the drawer of the desk and pushed it in front of Rope.

Without opening the book, Rope looked at the words on the cover and read them out.

"...Yith?"

"Next, here's the explanation you want."

Wingate said.

"The Great Yith, the Seed of Conquering Time, the Mind Traveler, the Wisdom of All Things. As a mystic, you definitely know the details of the "Great Race of Yith" better than me, right? "

Of course Rope knew.

As long as you have some understanding of the Cthulhu mythology, you can't avoid the "Great Race of Yis".

Apart from Yog Sothoth, "The One Who Returns All Things" and "Key to the Door", he is the only non-God race that has conquered time.They are immortal. When the fate of the race comes to an end, each individual is a spiritual master. They will make a spiritual time jump, teleport themselves into the distant past, and start a new round of life.

Through this, they acquired an unimaginably huge amount of "knowledge". Whether it was esoteric techniques or technology, the great race of Yith dared to be the second, and absolutely no other race dared to be the first.

Perhaps the great race of Yith refused to take the initiative to climb technology and make weapons. The Buddhist concept has been criticized by other beings, but this does not prevent them from becoming one of the strongest races in the multiverse.

"On May 1908, 5, while I was a professor at Miskatonic University, I had a spiritual exchange with the great Iss."