After a thrilling escape, Jobron's mount was so tired that it was panting incessantly.Although Jobbuterrand was distressed, he knew that he could not stop at the moment.At dusk, Chobuterrand finally arrived at the place he had agreed with the fat man and the mouse.It was an abandoned rural village a hundred miles from town.More than a decade ago, the people of this small village were eligible to move from the village to live in the public housing provided by the town.Living in a public house with most of the furniture made the villagers who had lived in the village only pack up a few small things, leaving behind most of the daily necessities that could rest Jobron and others.There is nothing to complain about, except for some broken ceilings and dust that has accumulated from long periods of uncleaned, and some spiders weaving webs in the corners.The rat sat on the ground with his back to the wooden sign at the entrance of the village, while the fat man was asleep on a cleared table.Four hours had passed since the time the code word was uttered, and if Jot Brown did not show his head within five hours of the code word, as originally agreed, they could leave immediately.Seeing that Jot Brown, who was belated, was struggling to lead the old horse, the mouse stood up and waved his hand to Jobutron."
You're hurt?"
The mouse was keenly aware of the hole in Jobutron's sleeve and asked with concern."
Yes, it's just a small injury, and it's enough to simply disinfect and bandage."
Jobuterrand rolled up his sleeves and showed the cut to the mice."
There seems to be a first-aid kit in my luggage, I'll go get it."
After the rat finished speaking, he took out the first-aid kit from his bag and began to treat Joberland's wound to some extent.While he was bandaging, the fat man woke up in a daze when he was awakened by the sound of the horses in the manger drinking water."
Your Excellency, you're back.How's that over there?
”The fat man rubbed his eyes and yawned."
As I thought, this is a very serious problem at the moment, but it also answers some questions in my mind."
Jobuterron nodded, and replied solemnly."
Can you talk about it?
I felt like I was in a fog, as if I had been caught up in something terrible. ”The rat asked with a sad face as he applied disinfectant alcohol to Jobbutron's arm."
It's not unusual for all governments in the world to have an Environmental Protection Bureau, or a Geographic Inspection Bureau, or a Ministry of Ecology and Environment.If there is any geological problem, such an agency will send someone to the site to monitor.After going through a certain amount of red tape, they will make a decision on whether or not to enclose the land for maintenance, but in case maintenance is required, the project will be transferred to the local Civil Engineering and Development Department or a captive outsourcing company.The Katla volcano area did not do so.They spent a lot of manpower and material resources to form a long blockade, which went against what I knew to be the process of environmental protection agencies around the world, which made me suspicious of this so-called environmental protection agency for the first time after hearing the news. ”Jobuterron endured the irritation of the antiseptic alcohol on the wound and slowly reasoned about it."
First suspicion?
So you doubted this EPA more than once?
”The fat man asked suspiciously."
Well, the second time was a complaint that the rat inadvertently said when he went shopping.Not to mention explosives, which can cause mass casualties, but I seem to be limited even to the icebreaker axe and some ordinary knives.Curiously, this restriction was not ordered by the city government or an agency such as the National Security Agency, but by the Environmental Protection Agency.Don't you think it's weird?
Although things like black powder and icebreaker axes can be used to damage the bad environment, who else but those black-hearted coal mine developers would want to use them to destroy the bad environment?
My guess at the time was that it was a means of regulating everything that could be considered a weapon.On the other hand, this seemingly reasonable but absurd ban is more like a measure to weaken the local defense capability.Because of this, I cast doubt on the identity behind the Environmental Protection Agency. ”"So, you guessed the truth about the Bad Environment Protection Agency before then?"
Director Fat asked."
I only guessed half of it, and the rest half was inferred when I actually saw what was going on inside.""
What's in there?
That front desk girl looks pretty good, and if you hadn't called me out, maybe I'd want to get to know her, and then go out for a drink and have a deep conversation. ”The fat director smiled narrowly, revealing a smile that everyone who had come over understood."
Trust me, you don't want to see the illusion beneath it."
Jobuterron glanced at the fat man, took the bandage handed by the mouse, and tied a knot on his arm with his own hands."
That's the servants of the Eye Demons, the Evil Eye Attendants, a bunch of dehumanized creatures.I have no doubt that the lady at the front desk who looks at you will show her true face and bite off the guy you use to solve the case when you are dating and having a deep conversation.They are not invading the Environmental Protection Agency on the surface, but a mysterious investigation bureau hidden beneath the water's surface.Rat, that's why I believe what you're talking about, because I'm also part of the Bureau of Investigation. ”By this time, there was nothing left to hide the identity of the investigators.The fat man was already an insider, and the rat had already been exposed in front of the Evil Eye attendant, so it didn't hurt for him to know.According to Jobtorland's knowledge of the mouse, the rat was an emotional person who was able to keep secrets."
While I can't tell you too many details, there are indeed a lot of mysterious events in the world, and even some unheard of creatures.This is the essence of the Bureau of Investigation, the guardian of the shadows, guarding the daily lives of humanity from these threats from the mysterious side.By the time I realized that the front desk girl at the Environmental Protection Agency was an evil-eyed waiter, I already realized the fact that Iceland's mysterious investigation bureau had fallen.It is impossible for a fully functioning branch of the Occult Investigation Bureau to employ a dark creature to watch the door, unless... ”Jobuterrand did not finish his sentence, but left the two of them with some room for imagination.Although Jobbuterrand did not directly explain the situation inside the bureau, the two still guessed that the picture inside must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."
Is it serious?"
The fat man asked gloomily."
Almost all of them were wiped out, and there were no living mouths, but when I went in, I didn't find a large number of Evil Eye attendants, they seemed to be hiding, and they were all in the same place doing something that could not be seen.After discovering me, they came out one after another, presumably gathered in one room.Although I got rid of them when I came out, there were actually not many of them, and it was estimated that it would not be long before I found me, a conspicuous foreigner. ”"You're being tracked?!"
The mouse exclaimed."
Probably, I don't think the Evil Eye Attendants would spare a foreign investigator who broke their plot."
Jobuterron scratched his hair and said helplessly."
So what are we waiting for?
Run. ”The rat stood up in a panic, and the mess in the first aid kit was scattered all over the floor."
Look at the horse, do you think it can still run?"
Jot Brown smiled wryly and gestured to the old pony who was resting in the manger.The old horse, because of overwork, was exhausted after a hurry, and after hastily eating some grain and grass and drinking a little water, he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.The other horse leaned against the old horse's side and gently rubbed his face against the old horse's long neck."
Looks like you can only rest for a while?"
The rat collapsed to the ground in desperation.Jobuterrand shook his head slightly, and pulled a map from his bosom and placed it on the table."
When the horses are rested, you rush back to town one by one, and bring the bags from the Iceflame Bar to this place."
Chobuterron said, pointing to a feather river canyon near Katla Volcano."
It's locked down over there, how do we get in?"
Director Fat asked, puzzled."
They can only block the land, and you can go in by boat.Fatty, you send your things and then go back the way you came. ”Tubtrand did not hesitate to give the order."
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What about you?"
The mouse looked directly at Jobland, waiting for Jobnutrand to say what he thought."
Me.Naturally, if you want to lure away the pursuers behind me, let me see what the Evil Eye attendants are capable of lurking for so long. ”Jobuterron said pretending to be dashing."
Rest assured, I'm an expert when it comes to tracking and counter-tracking."
The rat and the fat man both stared at Chew Butland, both of them silent, they understood what Jobram meant by doing this.Jobuterrand smiled, stood up, waved at the two, and walked out into the wilderness without looking back.In the gloomy dungeon, a secret guard knocked on the door of the doctor's room."
Doctor, Subject 446 has an exclusive reaction, would you like to take a look?"
The Doctor was excitedly writing down a piece on the desk, recording a flash of inspiration in his mind, which might be the idea to experiment with the next poor man.Hearing this, the doctor immediately dropped the pen in his hand and trotted out in a panic."
Hurry, hurry!
Hurry up and take me there!!
Why didn't you call me earlier!!
”The doctor was not only anxious, but also seemed to be complaining and angry, but after remembering that the secret guard in front of him was deprived of his subjective feelings, he could only hammer the wall helplessly.SCP-446 is currently the longest surviving subject of surgery.It was a twenty-three-year-old man, a native of Mooney, whose parents were both local civil servants.He was supposed to enjoy a good middle-class life, but because of a moment of playfulness and some material temptations, he fell into this never-ending dungeon.Like all other subjects Correa had seen before, his arm had been brutally replaced with an Innsmouth's arm.That was the beginning of the nightmare.He had begged for mercy day and night in this cell, but the guards around him just looked at him coldly, and that kind of look he had ever seen.It was the butcher's eyes on the pig that was about to be slaughtered, an empty and merciless look.He cursed loudly because of his pain, but it didn't help.He gave up his struggles, he was numb, and he was in despair for everything around him.There was only gray left in his world, and whatever food was brought in, he poured it directly into his mouth, chewed it casually and swallowed it.The repetitive and monotonous life in this cell is almost eternal, and it is like a cycle.Revolt?
Seek help?
Even survival here is a luxury!
He looked indifferently at the cell next to him at the newcomers, who had found more after they died.Except for a few different faces, what happened to them was the same.The more you resist, the faster you die.Subject 446 had thought about ending his own life, but the most hateful thing was that he didn't even have the tools to hang himself.At first, my body was slightly warm and my muscles were sore.He didn't care about that, and neither did the Secret Guard, after all, catching a cold was the most common thing in such an environment.Slowly, he noticed that his voice was starting to grow hoarse, and patches of hair began to fall from his head.There were no mirrors in the cell, and he couldn't see the changes on his face, but he could see the changes in his body.Originally, the skin on the arm has become rough, and that is because the stratum corneum on the skin is changing.There are three inconspicuous folds on the neck, but they are able to open.All signs point to what appears to be transforming into an Innsmouth, until bubble-like bulges begin to appear under his skin.At the slightest touch, the bubbles will explode like a bomb, creating a large patch of skin damage and muscle damage.Whether he was sitting or lying down, he could accidentally blow up a large area of skin.He could only stand with perseverance, and he could not even make superfluous movements.The pain was far less than the pain in his spine, and he felt like his spine was breaking, and the pain that pierced his heart made him unable to sleep or even speak."
Nope!
No!
No!
This is not an exclusive reaction!
”The doctor, who rushed to the cell, grabbed the railing outside the cell and looked feverishly at the painful subjects in the cell."
It's a reaction to transformation!
We did it!!!
”What the doctor sees in his eyes is a work of art that surpasses all the precious paintings in the world, and he is the writer of this artwork, and he is the owner of this artwork.He pulled a frighteningly long needle from the pocket of the surgeon's robe, and immediately approached the subject as soon as the secret guard opened the cell.A long metal needle pierced the subject's artery with precision, drawing a tube of blood, which had turned dark green."
Throw him into the water and chain him up!
This is our Adam!
And I am the Light!
Hahahaha!
”He looked at the tube of dark green blood, as if he saw a dynasty of his own.