Chapter 140: Interview with SCP-682 Part 2

If there were a clock that could precisely control time, we would set it forward hours before to see what happened before and after Zhang Jue entered SCP-682's temporary containment room.

"Advisor Zhang, to reiterate with you one last time. The countdown will start from the time you enter SCP-682's containment room, and if you don't come out of it after two hours, we will break in regardless of whether or not your conversation with SCP-682 is over."

Bellamy looked at Zhang Jue with some unexplained meaning in his eyes, not knowing if he was hinting at something.

"Of course, since you don't agree to the surveillance and video. We wouldn't know if you were in danger, and perhaps when we opened the door, you'd already be in SCP-682's belly."

After Bellamy spoke, Zhang Jue shrugged. "If that's really the case, please tell the staff at Site-14 about my death. They'll burn the paper for me."

After saying that, Zhang Jue laughed, walked into the SCP-682 containment room, and closed the door. Bellamy pressed the stopwatch switch. After entering this temporary containment room, Zhang Jue looked around.

Although he acted indifferent in front of Bellamy, no matter what, safety came first. After all, he was going to meet SCP-682. He needs to be careful.

The structure of the room was simple, a sphere. He was in the southern hemisphere, SCP-682 in the northern hemisphere. The middle was separated by a transparent glass wall. The glass is specially made and very thick. On the wall of the glass wall, there is a two-way sound amplification device.

At this time, SCP-682 was held in a transparent container full of hydrochloric acid, the size of only a few meters, apparently long after special treatment.

After Zhang Jue closed the door, a switch in the transparent container opened, and the height of the hydrochloric acid solution began to drop slowly. The figure of SCP-682 slowly emerged from inside. Its set of organs should have been specially set up.

Although some people in the Foundation did not want Zhang Jue to see SCP-682, the Foundation's rigor was evident here. Such a thing like that could greatly reduce the possibility of something going wrong. It was just a little time-consuming.

As the hydrochloric acid slowly drained, SCP-682's head emerged from inside. It made a strange sound.

Ten minutes later.

With the last bit of hydrochloric acid was fully drained, SCP-682's body was completely exposed to the air. It was like a sleeping lion, coiled within the container with its head resting on its tail.

It opened its eyes, glanced at Zhang Jue, and then closed them, neither speaking nor attacking. Except for facing SCP-053, this was the first time SCP-682 had acted so meekly in front of a human.

"Hey, big guy." Zhang Jue shouted at the speaker, "Can you hear me?"

SCP-682 didn't move a muscle.

"Hey, don't play dead. It's pretty hard for me to come and see you."

Still not moving.

Zhang Jue recited a large series of idioms in one breath, through the mouth in general, in an attempt to anger SCP-682, but SCP-682 did not respond to his provocation.

What's wrong? Is SCP-682 deaf? It shouldn't be. With SCP-682 regeneration ability, there's no way something like this could happen. The only explanation is that it simply does not want to care about itself.

Why?

Zhang Jue looked around. The walls were covered with special glass to ensure there was no surveillance, and Zhang Jue walked around his side of the room without finding anything suspicious. He turned the lights off and walked around again, still finding nothing.

Had he guessed wrong, and SCP-682 simply didn't want to talk to him?

Zhang Jue cupped his chin. Then his eyes fell on the two-way megaphone. It was a palm-sized black box, just two meters above him, set inside a glass wall.

If it was simply a megaphone, why would it be placed so high up? Wouldn't that make his voice even quieter?

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Zhang Jue gave a heave-ho. He used the Realty Anchor machine to manifest a ladder, set it up on the glass wall, and climbed to the location of the two-way voice amplifier. As expected, he found a green light flickering inside the small black box.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew that it was definitely not something good. Needless to say, this must be the work of that old boy Bellamy.

The Foundation agreed not to listen to their conversation but did not say it would not record and listen to it later. Fearing that Zhang Jue wouldn't reveal the secrets in the presence of wiretapping, he came up with this solution.

He got out a pair of long, thin scissors and reached in to cut the wires inside, only to find that the green light was still on and looked quite tenacious.

Zhang Jue was very playful. He laughed and manifested a gong, a stick, and a pair of earplugs. He put the earplugs in his ears and deliberately spoke in a very small voice next to the amplifier.

In the next second, he placed the gong next to that sound amplifier, swung the stick around with his right hand, and slammed it on top of the gong.

Boum!

The sound of the gong resounded throughout the room. The sound of the gong was so penetrating that even though Zhang Jue had brought earplugs in advance, his ears were shaken a little. If Bellamy was really eavesdropping, he would probably be cursing now.

Zhang Jue was in a good mood after using this trick to kill a thousand enemies and damage eight hundred. He laughed and brought out a flamethrower, completely burning and destroying the entire instrument.

The original glass curtain wall appeared to be a hole of about ten centimeters in diameter. Zhang Jue lay on the edge of the hollow and shouted at SCP-682.

"Hey, big guy. I've destroyed the wiretapping device. Now you can talk."

There was still no response from SCP-682.

"Motherfucker."

According to his own pulse count, half an hour should have passed, but he hadn't been able to get SCP-682 to talk yet. Something had to be thought of.

Just as he was about to do a striptease in front of SCP-682, the big lizard finally moved. It slightly adjusted its posture, raised its eyelids, and looked at Zhang Jue.

"Who are you...?"

Finally, there is hope as long as SCP-682 is willing to talk.

Zhang Jue said, "My name is Zhang Jue. Do you know me?"

SCP-682 looked at Zhang Jue for a full five minutes before he said in a strange voice, "You don't have those things on you. You're not from here...."

Zhang Jue immediately asked, "What thing? What are you saying I don't have?"

SCP-682 did not respond to him. SCP-682 obviously treated him differently than it treated the others, and although the communication wasn't smooth, Zhang Jue had confidence as long as he was willing to speak.

"I've seen you in a dream. A big foggy place, do you remember?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Fog..." SCP-682 said slowly, "I seem to have. Indeed, I've seen that fog..."

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