A white mist. Zhang Jue was once again in his dream - to be precise, he was once again back in a world of his own. This time, he appeared on a seaside, not far from the Statue of Liberty. Likewise, the place where he appeared was completely random.

"Help me-" The little boy's cry for help rang out.

Zhang Jue sighed. He was assured that the little boy's cry on the altar of SCP-087 was the same kind of voice as the one he was hearing now. What is the connection between these two places?

"I will save you." Zhang Jue said, "But you have to tell me what's going on here."

The distressing sounds stopped, and a faint voice came not long after. "Seek-"

"Seek what?"

There was no answer. Zhang Jue cursed, "Motherfucker."

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After the SCP-087 incident, Zhang Jue officially began to perform his duties as an advisor. Under his guidance, the research at Site-14 advanced by leaps and bounds. Any experiment, as long as he was present, was basically successful.

If any anomalies were difficult to contain, it would immediately be solved by asking for his advice. The researchers at Site-14 were on a point to treat him up like a god. Whenever he appeared, it would cause a ruckus.

To please Zhang Jue, those researchers used every possible means, from making him delicious meals to massaging his legs and directly asking him if they could have a deeper conversation in the evening.

As a last resort, Yang Xue could only order each lab to summarize their needs, and Zhang Jue arranged the schedule according to the importance and personal preference, which solved the problem a little.

Among the Site-14 staff, only Yang Wenbai avoided meeting Zhang Jue because The Foundation's headquarters had delayed Zhang Jue's initial request for a stipend and other benefits.

Once the two met in the toilet, the Site Director said, "Zhang, you have to understand the difficulties of the Foundation. The Foundation wants to be independent of the countries and not subject to their control, so they cannot have too many activities, especially in the subject of money-"

Zhang Jue could understand this situation, but he cursed Wenbai in his heart countless times, wondering when he would not live in the Foundation's staff dormitory. He didn't want to live in the dormitory. First, because the conditions were too bad, and second, because there were some things that he didn't want others to see.

For example, his newly developed skills. After making contact with Shirley, he gained the ability to Regenerate. After entering SCP-087 and beating up SCP-087-1 several times, he returned and found that he had gained another ability – Terror Projection.

Whenever he wanted, he could release an aura that could strike fear into people or other creatures. He had gone to the forest to try it out, and with his current level, he could directly scare a dog that he had enraged to such an extent, and as for the other small creatures such as small fish, shrimp, and ants, etc. could be directly scared to death by him.

It seems things are pretty much as he presumed. He is not only immune to SCP anomalous effects but also able to gain some of their abilities through contact. But it seems that an inanimate anomalous object cannot be obtained, and probably that anomalous ability can only be effective on "living" subjects.

In addition, there was an unfortunate thing that happened. Shirley and SCP-682 will be transferred from Site-14 for some reason. It was approved by the O5 Council (Highest Administration of the SCP Foundation), and there was no room for negotiation.

The day Shirley left, the sun was shining. Zhang Jue hugged her all the way. "Be good when you get there. Eat well, don't eat too many snacks, so that you can grow as tall as your brother, you know."

The little girl hugged her little bear puppet and nodded obediently, "I understand." It wasn't until the moment of goodbye that the little girl's tears slipped from her eyes, "Brother Zhang Jue, you must remember to visit me."

Zhang Jue smiled and said, "I will."

The little girl bowed her head, her tears fell to the ground, she wiped them hard and handed the bear puppet in her hand to Zhang Jue. "Brother Zhang Jue, take this, it's for you. You have to take good care of it. Oh, if one day Shirley does not remember you. You can come to me with it; I won't let anyone hurt you!"

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Zhang Jue stood on the roof of the building and kept watching Shirley's escort vehicle disappear into the distance. The sound of high heels clattered, and Zhang Jue didn't need to think about it to know who it was.

"So, you have a side like that." Yang Xue stood next to him.

"Oh?" Zhang Jue laughed, "Which side? There's another side of me you wanted to see? It's very interesting, you know."

Yang Xue was already partially immune to his trash talk but still turned red at the base of her ears. She gave Zhang Jue a blank look, "Forget it, forget about what I said."

"Did I get that right?" Zhang Jue shook his head, "Hey, I've been too tired. Lately, my head is not doing well, Dr. Yang. You should bear with me more."

Yang Xue sighed and handed over the information in her hand, "This is the catalog of all the anomalies housed at Site-14 that asked for - what I can find out within my authority is all here, you have a higher authority than me, you might be able to find out something else as well."

Zhang Jue took the file in his hands and flipped through it casually. "No need. This is more than enough."

Yang Xue asked, "Do you just need the table of contents? Some of the anomalies are so complex that they only have several general information that you can look upon the Foundation's computer - or I could just send them to you."

"Nonono, don't bother with that. The information about them, it's all here." Zhang Jue nodded his head with his hand, "I'm just not familiar with this site yet, I've been living in the lab for a few days, and I'm getting bored lately, Dr. Yang Xue, can you give me a tour if it's convenient for you?"

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Under the guidance of Yang Xue, Zhang Jue finally had a clear understanding of Site-14. The Site had 18 floors, 12 above ground and 6 underground. The 12 floors above ground were primarily administrative areas and research institutes. The first floor underground was the laboratory, and the second floor was the testing area, where SCP-682 was experimented. The third floor was the containment area, where most of the anomalies were contained.

Yang Xue's authority, at most, can only go to the fifth underground floor. As for the sixth underground floor, what SCP was contained, she is not sure about it. In addition to the specialized researchers, only two Site Directors have the right to know about it, and Zhang Jue should be one of them.

The time was 00:00 after midnight, and the two of them walked through Site-14; and because it was already late, they only turned around in the test area of B2, not continuing down to trouble the security personnel.

Only the two of them were left in the dim corridor, walking and murmuring at the same time. Yang Xue suddenly felt as if the whole Site had been more lively with Zhang Jue around. However, it seemed like it was time for a rest.

Zhang Jue lived in the staff dormitory next to the Site. Although Yang Xue had her own house in town, he usually slept in the Site Director's office.

The two stopped at the junction in the hallway.

"So, thank you, Dr. Yang, for today." Zhang Jue said. Yang Xue frowned slightly; she was a little uncomfortable with Zhang Jue being so polite all of a sudden.

Zhang Jue suddenly remembered something, "By the way, this should be considered overtime today, remember to ask the finance to calculate my overtime pay, oh, and the meal cost for the night snack."

Yang Xue sighed. This was the real Zhang Jue. She was about to open her mouth to say goodbye. "Ring-ring-ring!" A sharp alarm sounded, accompanied by a constantly flashing red light as if the entire building was trembling.

Zhang Jue frowned and looked over at Yang Xue, "What's happening?" Yang Xue's lips turned white; it was the first time she had heard this level of alarm in her years of working at the Foundation.

Red lights were flashing at the highest frequency, not a fire, enemy attack, but a total containment breach. This means that more than 50% of the contained SCP in the Site have all escaped.

Her voice trembled a little, "Bad news, a total containment breach has occurred!"