I’m In Charge of SCP

December 31, 2221.

On New Year's Eve, the whole world is immersed in the ocean of joy.

Zhang Jue took the last flight to Switzerland.

This is the nominal headquarters of the Foundation - the site of site19.

The reason why it is called the nominal headquarters is that site 19 is currently the largest site operated by the foundation in the world, containing hundreds of SCP items.

Among the 13 members of the O5 Council, one person will take a rotation here every year to handle the daily affairs of the Foundation.

Those many decisions are distributed from here to all over the world.

Zhang Jue has been to Switzerland once, but he did not enter site19 that time.

The purpose of his coming to the headquarters this time is very simple.

See SCP-682.

More than a month ago, Zhang Jue reached an agreement with O5-10. He handed over the camera found in SCP-1351, and the Foundation gave him a chance to meet with 682, and no video recording or monitoring was allowed during the whole process.

It seems that regardless of past life or present life, SCP682 occupies a very important position in the eyes of the Foundation.

He arrived at the Swiss airport at 13:00 local time on January 1.

The person in charge of the foundation to receive him has already been waiting there.

"Hello, Consultant Zhang, my name is Josue Morales, and I am the person in charge of your trip. I will take you to the hotel where you are staying first, and then I will go to eat something. I know there is a restaurant that tastes very good. , Consultant Zhang, you will definitely like—"

Morales has a kind expression and well-spoken words, and he seems to often do reception work.

Zhang Jue smiled at him: "Mr. Morales, don't be so polite. If it's convenient, please take me directly to the site."

"Um, this..."

Morales' expression changed.

Zhang Jue looked up at him: "What? Inconvenient?"

"Neither.

"Morales is obviously a little embarrassed. "At the end of the last year, there are more people coming to site19 to report on their duties, so Lord O5 probably doesn't have time..."

Because ordinary employees don't know which O5 is on duty here, they are collectively referred to as Master O5.

"It's okay." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I can wait."

Morales wanted to say something else, but Zhang Jue just lay on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. Morales sighed and could only ask the driver to drive the car directly to site19.

An hour later, the car arrived at site 19, but instead of going through the main entrance, it made a detour, and drove in through the small door on the side.

Morales took Zhang Jue to a reception room.

The reception room is very run down and obviously hasn't been cleaned in a while, it doesn't feel like a place to receive people at all.

Morales looked at the old sofa, and felt a little embarrassed. He sighed: "Consultant Zhang, you really don't need to be so anxious. Even if you come, what can you do..."

Knowing the other party's good intentions, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "It's okay, if you have something to do, go and do it first. I'll just wait here. When our honorable O5-sama is free, come and see me again."

Zhang Jue's expression was natural, without any reluctance.

"Okay." Morales shook his head and left the reception room.

After Morales left, Zhang Jue sat down on the dilapidated sofa, pinching his chin with his right hand.

He didn't know which O5 was sitting here at this time, but it was obvious that the other party didn't welcome his arrival.

From the moment we met, Morales didn't want to bring himself to site 19. If it wasn't for his high level, he might not even be able to enter the site's door.

And placing him here is probably the prestige given to him by the other party, and it is estimated that he wants to kill him.

Zhang Jue sneered, if I let you succeed, I will write the names upside down.

Morales walked out of the reception room with a sad face. He walked around the site and came to a secret office.

A man wearing rimless glasses was sitting inside working. When Morales came in, he put down the documents in his hand.

"How about others?"

Morales said: "Mr. Bellamy, as you expected, that Consultant Zhang didn't want to live outside, so he came directly to site 19, and is now sitting in the reception room you arranged. It seems that if he I won't be leaving until I see Lord O5."

Bellamy snorted coldly: "Where does he think this is, his site 14? This is the headquarters of the foundation! If he wants to act wild here, he has to carefully consider whether he can afford the consequences - isn't he staying here and not leaving?" Yes, tell the logistics department, no one is allowed to bring him water or food, he just got off the plane, let's see how long he can last!"

Morales answered yes, and said cautiously, "Where is Lord O5?"

Bellamy glanced at him.

Morales shuddered, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

Seeing his appearance, Bellamy sneered.

"Don't ask more about things you shouldn't ask. Lord O5 is busy with other things at this time. I will naturally find an opportunity to report this matter to her."

All afternoon, Morales was restless.

Zhang Jue was brought by him, and he felt a little sorry for leaving him alone in the old reception room.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. According to a conservative estimate, this consultant Zhang had not eaten or watered for ten hours.

He went to the monitoring room, but no one saw Zhang Jue coming out.

Morales sighed.

He is not a member of the obvious faction and has always been kind to others, but Bellamy is his immediate boss, and he has to obey the other party's arrangements.

At this time, his phone rang, and the name displayed on it was Bellamy.

"That Consultant Zhang, he hasn't left yet?"

"Report, not yet."

"You go and see."

"yes."

Morales thought for a while, and hid a bottle of water and a piece of bread in his trouser leg.

However, before he reached the reception room, he smelled a fragrance coming from the corridor.

A fragrance he had never smelled before.

Morales felt a little strange, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When he walked to the door of the reception room, he could finally confirm that the smell came from inside.

Morales took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Zhang Jue's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Morales pushed the door open and entered.

When he saw the scene in the house, he was stunned.

Originally, there was only a reception room with a sofa, but at some point there was an extra table in its original form, the one used in hotels, with a turntable.

In the center of the round table was a pot filled with water. There was actually a stove burning underground, and the water in the pot was constantly boiling.

There are many plates around the table.

Inside the plate were meat rolls, green vegetables, kelp, carrots, potatoes, and many other things that Morales couldn't name, densely packed, with a dozen or twenty kinds.

The consultant, Zhang Jue, was holding a small dish in his left hand, which was filled with unknown sauce ingredients, and holding two wooden sticks in his right hand, constantly stirring it in the pot of boiling water.

He was still muttering: "Hey, I remember eating a few slices of meat, where did they go, um, it looks like I have to cut it bigger next time."

He seemed a bit remorseful, and then poured a large plate of meat rolls directly into the hot pot.

Morales has been to CN, he knows that the two wooden sticks in Zhang Jue's hands are called chopsticks.

And that pot of boiling water seems to be called "hot pot".

Consultant Zhang eating hot pot in the reception room of site19?

Morales could not comprehend what he saw.

Before he came to the reception room.

Almost every possibility was thought of.

For example, Zhang Jue had already left, or was furious at himself.

But he never expected that this consultant Zhang actually set up a big table here.

Even the dishes in the cafeteria of the foundation don't have as many dishes as he does!

If these ingredients are all packed in Consultant Zhang's backpack, how do you explain the table and the pot?

Is it all carried by him?

Is he here on business or on vacation?

Having said that, even if it is a vacation, will anyone carry a table and hot pot?

"Huh—hiss—, it's so spicy, I won't buy such a spicy pot bottom next time, huh—" Zhang Jue kept flapping his hands around his mouth, cursing spicy, while stuffing it into his mouth. .

He greeted Morales: "Hey, buddy, have you eaten yet? Let's have some together. This duck intestine is very authentic, but a bit spicy. I forgot to bring happy water this time. What a mistake—"

Before Morales could speak, his phone rang again, still at Bellamy's number.

Morales glanced at Zhang Jue and found that the other party was obsessed with picking up a ball with chopsticks and had no time to pay attention to him.

He pressed the answer button, and Bellamy's voice came: "How is the situation, is he still there, has he lost his temper?"

"Uh... this..." Morales really didn't know how to describe the situation before him to Bellamy.

Could it be that, instead of losing his temper, Consultant Zhang invited himself to taste CN food?

Morales hesitated, and Bellamy was a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

"The situation here is more complicated, Mr. Bellamy, why don't you come and see for yourself."

"waste!"

After hanging up the phone, Morales found that there was a small plate in front of him at some point, which contained the same sauce as in Zhang Jue's hand.

Zhang Jue used a new pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of something he had never seen before and put it on a plate: "Morales, this is called hairy belly. You must have never eaten it. Try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll put it on the plate." I put my head in a hot pot to rinse—"

Morales didn't dare to eat his food, so he could only wave his hands in embarrassment.

Zhang Jue sighed, and put the hairy belly back into his bowl: "Hey, a child without good food."

In this way, while waiting for Bellamy, Morales watched Zhang Jue put the plates of ingredients on the table into the pot, and then ate them.

Since Morales forgot to close the door, the smell of hot pot wafted out, attracting many colleagues.

Everyone was surprised to see the strange orientals and Morales inside.

But the nose and eyes can't fool anyone, Zhang Jue acted like no one else, and the food was delicious, and the saliva of these onlookers was three feet long.

Embarrassed, Morales was about to close the door.

He heard Bellamy's voice coming from outside.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Have you finished your research? Who told you to stay here!"

Bellamy was a close confidant of the O5 who was on duty at site 19 this time, so no one dared to touch him.

Seeing him coming, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

"A bunch of idlers!"

Bellamy came to the door of the reception room and was about to call Lales' name, but was also stunned by the scene inside.

For a moment, he even suspected that he was in the wrong place.

When did the reception room become a hotel room?

Then he saw Morales, and also Zhang Jue, the consultant who was rubbing his belly.

Although Bellamy has never met Zhang Jue, as a senior executive of the foundation, he has read Zhang Jue's information countless times, so he knows Zhang Jue's face.

Seeing the scene in the reception room, he finally understood what Morales said, the situation was more complicated, and how complicated it was.

But he soon returned to normal.

However, Zhang Jue didn't know him. Seeing him standing at the door, staring at the things inside, he seemed very hungry.

"If you don't mind, why don't you come in and have a bite?" Zhang Jue said.

Morales quickly winked at Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue didn't understand what he meant.

Bellamy narrowed her eyes: "Consultant Zhang, who allowed you to eat here?"

It turned out to be a fault finding.

Zhang Jue smiled and hiccupped: "No one told me that I can't eat here."

Bellamy's face darkened in an instant: "Consultant Zhang, please look clearly, this is site 19, the headquarters of the Foundation, not a place where you run wild, please clarify your identity!"

Bellamy is backed by O5, and she is also very capable, and her words carry a majesty.

But Zhang Jue once faced O5-12 directly, and he didn't lose the slightest bit of wind, so how could he be intimidated by his few words.

"I know my identity very well." Zhang Jue lay on the sofa with his head resting on his hands, "B-level personnel, level 4 security clearance, as for the title, it is currently a special advisor to the Foundation—oh, I forgot, Last month, the foundation seems to have promoted me to A-level personnel——Boss, who are you, what kind of authority are you?"

Zhang Jue said a few words, leaving Bellamy speechless.

He is O5's confidant and holds real power, but in terms of rank and authority, he is definitely not as good as Zhang Jue, who was specially hired by the Foundation.

But Bellamy would not be easily irritated by Zhang Jue, and then do something out of the ordinary, he just looked at Zhang Jue gloomyly.

Zhang Jue was not affected by him at all, and said with a smile: "I know that some high-level officials of the foundation don't want me to come here, and even want to take me in, but there is no way, who made me look so handsome, since the foundation If you will hire me as a special advisor, even if you are on a pirate ship, if you regret it at this time, it may be too late."

Morales looked at Zhang Jue with horrified eyes.

The foundation hired him because he was on a thief ship. He is probably the only one in the whole world who dares to say that.

I just heard Zhang Jue continue: "I don't care whose dog you are, please go back and tell your master, I'll give her another hour, if she still refuses to let me see 682, then I'll go find it myself—but Let me put the ugly words first, I am not familiar with this place, if I go the wrong way and release some ghosts and monsters, don't blame me, after all, I am a consultant of the foundation, so I have no bad intentions."

"Zhang Jue, don't be too arrogant." Bellamy's eyes were sharp, like a falcon, "Don't think that I can't deal with you because you are a special advisor. At site 19, I—"

Just as Bellamy was about to speak harshly, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, it's me, my lord...he...OK, I see."

Bellamy looked at Zhang Jue again, with no murderous look in her eyes.

"Master O5 agrees to see you," he said.

Zhang Jue spread his hands: "Can I ask who it is?"

Bellamy would not answer his question at all.

"Go, you will know."