I’m In Charge of SCP

Will Smith.

Zhang Jue was very familiar with this name.

Not just because he's a legend.

Also because the captain of the MTF "Black Pearl" who entered SCP1451 (Mobius Cave) also had this name.

After returning from Mei Country, Zhang Jue had investigated this person.

It's just that the current foundation doesn't have an MTF team called Black Pearl, nor does it have a person named Will Smith.

The only explanation is that he has not yet joined the foundation, and the Black Pearl team he leads has not yet been established.

Three years later, Will Smith and his Black Pearl team went out on a mission and survived without incident.

In the "end of the world" situation, he hid in SCP1451. After a series of accidents, he, his subordinates and the doctor all disappeared.

Their importance to the foundation is self-evident.

If they can find Will Smith, and then find the doctor who was rescued by them, then they can know what happened in the world three years later.

But Zhang Jue's investigation has always found nothing.

What Simmons knew must be "three years ago"-that is, Will Smith in this timeline.

But even if Smith can't predict what will happen later, a person's behavior pattern is fixed, and maybe he can get some other clues from him.

Therefore, Zhang Jue did not intend to let go of any details.

"Smith is a friend I met when I was studying in Meiguo, and I shared a house with him."

Simmons said: "I got along with him for a long time, and then I realized that he turned out to be an underground boxer."

"A black boxer?"

Smith's career was somewhat beyond Zhang Jue's expectations.

He knows the foundation's process of selecting MTF members, which requires several rounds of screening, which is very strict, let alone the captain.

Smith's identity is so sensitive,

But to be recruited by the foundation, there must be something extraordinary.

Zhang Jue asked, "Can you contact him now?"

"Okay." Simmons nodded.

It was 11:30 p.m. on CN, which happened to be the morning of Meiguo. Simmons picked up the phone and dialed Will Smith's number on the other side of the ocean.

The phone rang for a minute with no answer.

"No, Smith never sleeps in."

Simmons felt a little strange and dialed again, but there was still no answer.

Simmons wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Zhang Jue.

His always accurate instinct told him that there was a good chance something had happened to Smith.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes: "Besides the phone, do you have any other contact methods?"

Sensing the change in Zhang Jue's aura, Simmons nodded quickly.

"Yes, he has a dedicated email address, only the two of us know the address, I'll try sending him an email now."

Simmons immediately logged into his mailbox and sent an email to Smith's secret address. The content was just a simple sentence: "Are you okay?"

He just clicked the send button, and immediately received a reply, which scared him to death.

It was an automated reply.

"Simmons, I'm glad you still remember me as a friend. Only the two of us know this email address, so I know it must be you."

"I feel that there are always some weird events happening around me recently, which makes me feel very horrified."

"I decided to investigate."

"If you have received this email, it means that my investigation has failed and I may have completely disappeared from this world."

"Don't be sad for me, my brother."

"Don't take the risk of investigating anything."

"I've deposited some things in the safe of the Kanrada Bank, and these things are considered as gifts for you."

"The password is the day we pay the rent every month, you must remember it."

"Wish me luck."

"Your best brother—Smith."

After reading this email, Simmons was stunned for a while.

Some couldn't accept the fact that they had called on the phone a few months ago.

His friendship with Smith has surpassed that of ordinary friends.

In the words of CN.

It's life and death.

He used computer technology to help Smith escape the pursuit of his enemies time and time again.

And Smith also helped him teach many bullies who bullied him.

The automatic reply set by Smith is more like a suicide note.

What happened to him?

Simmons turned to Zhang Jue.

"Consultant Zhang, can you tell me what happened to Smith? Why do you know his name?"

Simmons thought that Zhang Jue would tell him the answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue shook his head.

"No, at your level, I cannot disclose any information about him to you."

Simmons looked at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue's face was calm.

Finally, Simmons sighed slightly.

"I see."

The rules of the foundation are sometimes so cruel.

Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Don't be too pessimistic, maybe he just fell into a certain predicament and couldn't leave for a while."

"Really?" Simmons was like a family member outside the ward, unwilling to let go of any hope.

"I don't know if it's true."

Zhang Jue didn't intend to lie to him either.

"Smith encountered some kind of weird incident. After he went to investigate, it is not known whether he is alive. Simmons, it is useless for you to worry about here, but I can help you find out what happened to him, yes Whether it is life or death, I will help you find out."

Anyone who knows Zhang Jue knows that even though this person is usually a fool, but once he is serious, he is very trustworthy, and he can even entrust his life to him.

This point, the people in the entire Site14 site have a deep understanding.

Simmons had just arrived, but after several contacts, he also unconditionally obeyed Zhang Jue's words.

He stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Consultant Zhang, Smith is my best friend, no matter what, please help me find him."

The two are talking.

Zhang Jue's phone rang suddenly.

It's a trumpet from within the site.

So late, who could it be?

Zhang Jue answered the phone.

"Consultant Zhang? It's not good, didn't you operate the computer in the central control room a few days ago? Something happened!"

Zhang Jue frowned: "Don't worry, let me tell you what's going on now."

"Oh, I don't know. Just when I came back from drinking, a dialog box popped up on the computer desktop. I couldn't understand what was written on it, and I couldn't close it."

"What kind of dialog?"

"It's just a pop-up window covering all the programs, which is still flickering."

"Constantly blinking?"

Zhang Jue read something in a low voice, and Simmons asked, "Is it green?"

The other party replied: "Yes, yes, it's the green box, what should I do now?"

"Don't move yet." Simmons was a little excited, and said to Zhang Jue, "The video is restored faster than I thought. It's only been two days, and it's finished! Now we can go and see if the video you want is restored. Is there any?"