Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Of course, Mr. Rope..."

Makase Kurisu took the black-haired youth's hand and tilted her head.

"Are you leaving?"

"Unfortunately, I suddenly remembered that I have a very troublesome thing to deal with... You know, this is the SCP Foundation." Rope said a lie without blushing and heartbeat.

"But you don't seem to have answered my question..."

The brown-red-haired girl really wanted to know what Kevin Hollard's "research topic" was, and why it was related to the handsome black-haired young man in front of him.

That's her job!

"Oh! I really forgot to explain."

Rope suddenly realized, and then blinked playfully.

"Just ask Miss Makase to wait for tomorrow. When Kevin has formally arranged the basic venue for us, I will inform Miss Makase."

"Huh?...Okay."

It's not a good feeling to have the secret in front of you, Rope can tell from Makase Kurisu's expression.

He smiled, pretending to take something out of the inner pocket of his jacket, which was actually a white gospel, and threw it at the brown-red-haired girl.

After the girl caught it, she felt a little surprised.

"It's Dr. Pepper!"

After coming to the island, the girl looked for Dr. Pepper in the humble convenience store, but unfortunately, there are no other carbonated drinks except Coca-Cola.

"It's an apology. The transportation of supplies on this island has always been a problem, but it should be improved soon..."

Listen to Kevin's words, because of the arrival of two "Euclid"-level projects, a large sum of money has entered Wingate's pocket, and with his strong ally, even if this island is an old urchin who likes to eat public money It is not impossible to transform into a resort...

Living conditions are sure to get better.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"Um……"

After the black-haired youth left, it took five minutes for Makase Kurisu to be sure that she had really left, and she immediately lay down on the desk unladylike, rummaging through the archives for her personal report.

"I don't remember writing down my preferences... Why does Advisor Rope know that I like to drink Dr. Pepper..."

The girl doesn't understand.

For this mysterious and handsome young man, Makase Kurisu was somewhat looking forward to the truth coming out tomorrow.

Chapter [-] Born to Exterminate Humanity

In the early morning of the next day, the icy sea breeze woke Ropey, who was in a light sleep.

Having done the cleaning work that is more habitual than necessary, the black-haired young man opened the curtain that was slowly fluttering by the window, and looked down from the tall building, and the scenery of the island was unobstructed.

There are green forests, and there are flocks of seabirds on the coast in the distance.On the concrete road farther out of sight, the soldiers at the base had already started a new day of training, running neatly in line.

Today, the Asian branch of the SCP Foundation is also peaceful and quiet.

He casually put the crumpled notebook on the desktop into the White Gospel—that was the spell that Rope had spent half the night counting up to call Yog Sotos, the "All Things Returner".

Unlike Nyarlathotep in Moon World, Rope at the moment has no exclusive artifact, and second, he has no deep connection, so he can't steal and play tricks, so he can only use the most basic stupid method to summon this Cthulhu god. The second-in-command of Yuge Bubble, not to mention the poor success rate, the preparation in advance is tedious enough to make people vomit.

But that's not something Rope is going to do right now.

"Is there still a job for 682 to change homes today..."

Sitting on the chair for a while, and when the black-haired young man started to feel bored, he slowly put on a new suit with water, opened the door of the luxurious dormitory, and went downstairs, to be precise, to this place. Go to the underground research institute on the island.

On the way downstairs, apart from the shadows and voices of some logisticians, the researcher's dormitory, which was still lively last night, seemed empty.

Even in the Asian branch, the researchers of the SCP Foundation were not as leisurely as they thought.When the black-haired youth was still sleeping, including the newly appointed Kurisu Makase, the researchers stepped on the undimmed light to arrive at the place where they were working day after day, and started a new round of fun with the contained objects. play.

Even in an unpopular branch, the staff of the SCP Foundation know what to do to live up to the high salary.

It took about [-] minutes, and Luo Pei returned to the entrance of the institute along the way he drove yesterday.

He took out the ID card that Wingate Pisley sent overnight, and took the elevator down, and soon the black-haired youth saw Wingate sitting behind his desk drinking coffee.

The old man looked surprised.

"You're the first to come to me?"

"Is it strange?"

Rope looked at the steaming coffee pot on the table, took out a paper cup and poured a cup for himself.

Really hard to drink.

"Tsk... I think Kevin should be here with you at this time. What, did I guess wrong?"

"Guess wrong. He took someone early to set up the containment room for the new two containment objects." Wingate shrugged.

"Did you know? I just finished giving the reply "Agree to transfer" last night, and the message "The plane took off" was sent [-] minutes later. It can be seen that the mentally handicapped group has been prepared for a long time..."

"That means, two of your 'new friends' are coming over this afternoon. "

"If nothing else happens."