I’m In Charge of SCP - Chapter 110
Zhang Jue’s scream lasted for at least ten seconds. According to the free-fall formula, if he was still on Earth right now, the line distance he fell would be at least 500 meters, more than 100 floors deep. Even with Zhang Jue’s self-healing ability, falling from such a high place would turn him into a pulp in an instant. Like throwing a tomato down from the fifth floor is probably what would happen to his body.
Is there no bottom to this hole?
Zhang Jue kept his head down to make sure he could see the bottom first and then enter the Pocket Dimension for cushioning. But the fall continued for a few more seconds and there was still no end in sight. Strangely enough, his downward speed did not increase significantly, and the whole falling process seemed to be normal.
As if he was not falling, but being transported in some way. There was darkness all around him, and if the walls around him had not remained, he would have lost even his sense of direction.
After a few more seconds, the “falling” process finally came to a halt, as Zhang Jue could feel his speed slowing down. Sure enough, he regained the feeling of having his feet on the ground. As if the falling process didn’t exist, and his legs didn’t even feel the slightest vibration.
From the very beginning, the hole was as weird as it could be. After standing still, Zhang Jue took out a spare flashlight from his backpack and began to look around. He was standing at the moment, in the hole, thinking should choose to go to the left or to the right.
He looked up and found that the hole he had fallen through had disappeared or, arguably, never existed. He knew that the so-called falling process should be the process of teleportation, as he was directly “transported” to here. Whether this is Earth or even an SCP Extradimensional is unknown.
It was no wonder that the first two explorations of the Birds of Prey team could not locate the team members. Zhang Jue stood in place and waited for the Black Queen for nearly ten minutes, but there was still no sign of her.
Either Alison hadn’t come down at all, or the location that appeared inside the cave after entering was random. Zhang Jue preferred the latter. Because both the Foundation and the Black Queen clearly knew something about what was going on in here, and they had determined that there was something very important inside.
He grunted. Since he had come in by mistake. Even if the final “treasure” was a piece of shit, he still wanted a piece of it. After a few more minutes, the Black Queen still hadn’t come, so Zhang Jue decided to go on his own.
Then the question arose. To the left or to the right?
According to Zhang Jue’s experience, this was a very important choice, and if he chose a wrong direction, the consequences would be unthinkable. If he was playing game, he would think it as a choice between easy and hard difficulty. Choosing the wrong one can be very costly and knowing the situation, he has a simple but effective solution. Throwing a shoe. It was a tasteful decision.
Two minutes later, Zhang Jue put his own shoes back on and walked in the direction of the left. The hole was full of cavern-like hall, about four to five meters in diameter, and Zhang Jue didn’t see anything unusual as he made his way forward.
It was just that the ground beneath his feet always gave him an unreal feeling, as if he was walking not on the ground, but somewhat suspended his weight with an unknown substance.
He regretted that he hadn’t brought melon seeds or popcorn this time. Zhang Jue continued to move in one direction, probably for more than two hours. According to the normal human footsteps, it was certain he already walked about ten or twenty kilometers. Not to mention that he also accelerated his pace. But strangely enough, he never made it to the end.
There was no fork in the cave, and if the scenery hadn’t been changing, he would have thought he had run into a ghostly wall and walked in a circle. Just when he felt something weird, the ground in front of him suddenly had a slope, the right side of the road is about 15 degrees higher than the left, as if he was about to walk towards a new path.
But when he walked up, his ankles did not feel the pressure of stepping on the slope, and his eye could not see any difference in the ground that he was stepping on. A little strange. Could it be that his eyes had created some kind of illusion?
Zhang Jue continued to walk forward, and the angle of inclination became larger and larger, from 15 degrees, to 30 degrees, to 60 degrees and finally 90 degrees.
If there was a camera behind Zhang Jue that was not affected by this space, then we could clearly see that Zhang Jue was standing on the wall and walking all the way forward without falling to the “ground”.
Zhang Jue walked for some time, and according to his own calculations. If the angle of the slope kept increasing at the same rate, then he currently almost walked his way out at the top of the cave with his head facing down.
Obviously, this space is “distorted”. But what’s the point of this hole anyway? Will the whole hole suddenly flip over and crush him to death later?
Zhang Jue let out a puff, shook off his boring thoughts, and continued to move forward. This time, he took an even longer walk, but the cave continued to stretch seemingly without an end.
Had he gone the wrong way? Zhang Jue pinched his chin. The next time he encountered this situation, he should throw his socks at it. He was figuring out which sock he should throw, when he suddenly noticed that something seemed to have appeared on the ground ahead.
After walking for so long, it was the first time he had seen anything other than rocks. Zhang Jue quickened his pace. Only when he got closer did he see that the so-called “something” was actually a skeleton on the ground.
How could there be skeletons here?
Zhang Jue was a little surprised. He counted a total of eight people, all male. Their deaths were very strange, and from their postures it was clear that before they died, the eight men were hugging each other. It seemed to be very sad.
Zhang Jue’s brows were locked on to something else. Because he saw that the clothes that the skeletons were using are SCP Foundation uniforms. Obviously, these eight corpses should be one of the two exploration squads sent over by the SCP.
“Heh.” Zhang Jue couldn’t help but take a deep cold breath. This was too damn strange.
According to Alice, from the time the town discovered the mysterious hole entrance to the time the SCP Foundation went down to explore it, it took them at least two weeks. Even if there was some unpredictable danger in this hole, and these team members have met with something dangerous and they were all wiped out. They shouldn’t be turned into skeletons so quickly.
The main thing is that the clothes on their bodies are also starting to fibrillate and crumble when he touched it. The equipment that the Foundation’s MTF Agent were equip is a top quality personnel gear. It would not age to this extent and could stand at least one or two decade before it disintegrates.
Zhang Jue carefully examined their bones. All of them had no fatal injuries. Equipment is also intact. So, what was the cause of their deaths?
He went through their backpacks one by one. There was no food, no scraps, not like they were rotting away. If he was right, these MTF team members should have died of starvation and had been starving to death for more than ten years.
What the hell is going on here?
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