Rebuild SCP to Save the World

Night falls,

Kyoto residential area,

Here is a high-rise apartment building in neon and its ordinary, you can see it everywhere.

Several young men in suits were walking into the apartment with a smile, holding cans of beer, leaning back on their shoulders, and walking to the room on the sixth floor. At a glance, they could tell that they were social animals who had just graduated from college and entered the society.

"Under the mountain, hurry up." The three people walking in front tilted their heads and said to the man with the last eye.

"Fukuda, you threw everything to me, and you were even embarrassed to urge me. Didn't we come to your house as a guest." The mountain was carrying a lot of things and gasping.

"That's right, Fukuda, you are so outrageous." Another person interrupted, probably the most handsome person here in terms of appearance.

"If you can carry something in your hand, it will be more convincing, Qiuyue." The bottom of the mountain murmured expressionlessly.

"Haha...haha..." Qiuyue said haha ​​to hide her embarrassment.

"Well, isn't it Yamashita, did you lose the bet." The last person blew gum and said lightly.

Yamashita looked at the most irrelevant Sorata before him, gritted his teeth and said, "Who did you think made me lose? Mr. Sorata."

Sorata still pretended to be fine and said, "Ah, who is it? Who knows."

"That's right, Sorata, you are really angry with everyone for doing this kind of thing." Qiuyue said suddenly.

Fukuda also immediately turned his spear on Sorata, using his tone of voice: "It's too much, I didn't even know that there is such a thing, Sorata, you are going to apologize for it."

"You bastards, eat my long knife." Sora slashed towards Qiuyue with a hand knife, and then suddenly turned down the mountain.

Yamashita was caught off guard, startled, everyone began to laugh.

Then, Yamashita finally couldn't bear it, and shouted: "Sora, I'm fighting with you!"

I saw Sora put on a sulky pose, and said in a pretentiously deep tone: "Huh, desperately, this is describing a battle between people of equal strength. You are not qualified."

Then, Sorata held his right hand and said in pain: "My king's power, my king's power, is about to awaken!"

Fukuda and Qiuyue couldn't help covering their faces, saying that they didn't know this person, and Yamashita... directly gave in.

"Ha, sure enough, I am the strongest." Sora's proud expression was really uncontrollable. A perfect interpretation of what it means as long as I don’t feel embarrassed, it’s the other people who are embarrassed.

"Cough, cough." A thick voice came from beside the four of them.

Several people looked back and saw that a middle-aged man opened the door and looked at them dissatisfied. It was obvious that they were too noisy and disturbed others.

The four people quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm very sorry to disturb you, I'm very sorry."

Then I walked up to the sixth floor griefly, and came to the door marked 601 Futian on the number plate. A few people entered in no hurry. The four of them leaned against the parapet of the corridor, looking at the street scene outside, blowing the night breeze. , Suddenly drank a beer in silence.

"Thank you." After a long silence, Yamashita spoke first.

"Thank you for what, aren't we brothers?" Sora said immediately.

"I have long heard that social animals are very aggrieved and will definitely encounter this kind of thing. However, if you are in a bad mood, brothers will come to help you." Qiuyue also said silently.

"You are too numb. Let's not say, go in!" Futian threw the key, and a group of four people rushed into Futian's small room.

"I'm back." Sora yelled as soon as he entered the door.

"What's your name, and no one. Do you want a beautiful girl to say welcome home? It's over, Yamashita, Qiuyue's delusion is a bit serious." Fukuda couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, are you different, single dog." Kong too humblely looked at Futian, telling the cruel facts.

"Ah, why did you say such a thing." Fukuda was shocked and knelt down.

However, just as a few people were arguing, a gust of wind blew through the curtains, but the windows were obviously closed, and no one noticed that something abnormal was spreading.

......

The four began to sit around the small table, continue to drink beer and cook, chatting and chatting with the boss. As time went on, Fukuda finally felt something wrong.

Fukuda glanced at his bed subconsciously and then at his room again. There was nothing wrong with it. However, there was such a sense of violation that always stuck in his heart and made Fukuda unable to feel at ease.

Others naturally saw that there was something wrong with Fukuda, but Fukuda didn't notice anything. They could only feel that they were a little sensitive or drank too much. They said it was okay, and then they picked up a can of beer and toasted the brothers.

Suddenly, Fukuda felt a tingling pain in his head, and his hand held his forehead unconsciously. After a few seconds, the pain faded, Fukuda shook his head and raised his head again.

But I found that the mountain and Qiuyue in front of me had disappeared, and before Futian realized that something had happened, the air was too humble and humble voice sounded in his ears.

"Fukuda, what's wrong with you, isn't it necessary to awaken your strength? As a senior, I have to take care of you!"

"Sora, you..." When Fukuda heard Sora's voice, he felt calm in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look at Sora, wanting to know if Yamashita and Qiuyue were going to do some mischief.

But the moment Fukuda turned his head, he saw that in front of the wind-blown curtain, Sorata was holding a knife from nowhere in his hand, stained with red blood.

Fukuda was a little silly looking at the blood dripping on the ground. At this moment, Sorata suddenly yelled with a hideous face, and did not hesitate to raise a knife to Fukuda.

Fukuda's head was blank. He was just facing life threats and subconsciously wanted to retreat. But as soon as he took a step back, Fukuda tripped over the small table, lay on his back on the small table, and pushed a piece of beer over.

Seeing Sora's terrifying eyes and the **** knife approaching, Fukuda closed his eyes in fear, waiting for death to come, but ten seconds, twenty seconds, he didn't feel it for a long time.

Fukuda opened his eyes cautiously and found that there were dancing curtains in front of him. How could there be the terrible Sora before, Fukuda swallowed subconsciously, and wanted to wipe off the cold sweat just left with his hands.

Fukuda just wanted to raise his hand, but found that he was holding a knife in his hand. The knife was as smooth as new without a trace of blood. But why is he here?

"Fukuda~~~" Sora's dim voice suddenly sounded behind Futian.

Fukuda shuddered, and subconsciously raised the knife and swept backwards with all his strength. That was the feeling of the knife hitting it. Fukuda did cut something.

So Fukuda immediately jumped up, leaned to the window, and at the same time turned around and raised the knife with trembling hands. The scene in front of him directly frightened Fukuda.