Will Smith. This na is very familiar to Zhang Jue. Not because he was a legend. It was because the captain of the MTF "Black Pearl" squad who had entered SCP-1451 was also called by that na.
After returning from the i Province, Zhang Jue investigated this person. Only then to find out that the Foundation did not have an MTF squad called Black Pearl, nor was there a person nad Will Smith. The only explanation was that he had not yet joined the Foundation, and the Black Pearl squad he led had not yet been established.
Three years later, Will Smith and his Black Pearl team went out on a mission and successfully escaped a disaster. Survived the "end of the world" situation, hiding in SCP-1451. They managed to dodge several chaotic situations and lost so of the squad mbers and researchers along the way.
Their importance to the Foundation is evident. Suppose they could find Will Smith and the doctor they had saved. They could find out what had happened to the world three years later.
But Zhang Jue's investigation had always co up empty. Simmons must have known what happened that "three years ago" in the future and the Will Smith of this tiline. But even if Smith could not predict what would happen later, a person's behavior pattern is fixed. Perhaps we could get other clues from him.
Therefore, Zhang Jue did not intend to let go of any details.
"Smith is a friend I t when I was studying in i, and I share a house with him." Simmons said, "I got along with him for a long ti, and only later did I learn that he was actually an underground black boxer."
"A black boxer?" Smith's profession was sowhat unexpected to Zhang Jue.
He was familiar with the Foundation's process for recruiting MTF mbers, going through several rounds of screening and being very strict, not to ntion the captain. Smith's identity was so sensitive, yet he was able to be drafted by the Foundation. So, he must have sothing special.
Zhang Jue asked, "Can you get in touch with him now?"
"Yes, you can." Simmons nodded his head.
It was 11:30 PM, exactly in the morning in the country of i. Simmons picked up the phone and dialed the number of Will Smith, who was far away from here. The phone rang for a minute, and no one answered.
"Sothing's not right. Smith never sleeps." Simmons felt a little strange, dialed again. The result is still no answer.
Simmons wanted to call again but was stopped by Zhang Jue. His intuition, which was always accurate, told him that sothing wrong had happened to Smith.
Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes, "Other than phone, do you have any other contact information?"
Feeling Zhang Jue's aura change, Simmons hurriedly nodded his head. "Yes, he has a special email address that only the two of us know. I'll try sending him an email right now."
Simmons imdiately logged into his email and sent an email to Smith's secret address with a very simple sentence, "Are you okay?"
He clicked the send button and imdiately received a reply that startled him. It was an automatic reply.
"Simmons, I'm glad you rembered as a friend. Only us knew about this email address, so I knew it had to be you."
"I feel that so bizarre events are always happening around lately that give the creeps."
"I decided to look into it."
"If you receive this email, it ans that my investigation has failed, and I may have disappeared from this world completely."
"Don't pray for , my brother."
"And don't risk investigating anything."
"I have so things stored safely at a bank in Canada, and these will be a gift to you."
"The code is the day we pay the rent each month. You must rember it."
"Wish luck."
"Your best buddy, Smith."
After reading this email, Simmons froze for a long ti. So could not accept the fact that they had obviously talked on the phone a few months before. His friendship with Smith had exceeded that of an ordinary friend.
In the words of the Chinese saying. They were buddies for life.
He used his computer skills to help Smith escape from his enemies repeatedly, while Smith has also helped him teach many bullies a lesson. Smith's auto-reply was more like a suicide note.
What's wrong with him?
Simmons turned to Zhang Jue. "Advisor Zhang, can you tell what happened to Smith? Why do you know his na?"
Simmons had expected that Zhang Jue would tell him the answer. Instead, Zhang Jue shook his head.
"No, with your rank. I can't reveal any information about him with you."
Simmons looked at Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue's face was calm. In the end, Simmons sighed faintly.
"I see." The rules of the Foundation were, at tis, cruel.
Zhang Jue gently patted his shoulder, "Don't be too pessimistic. Maybe he just got into so kind of trouble and couldn't leave for a while."
"Really?" Simmons was like a family mber, refusing to let go of any hope at all.
"I don't know if it's true." Zhang Jue wasn't going to lie to him either. "Smith encountered so kind of bizarre event, and it's still unknown if he's alive after he went to investigate. Simmons, there's no use in you worrying blindly here, but I can help you go see what happened to him. Whether he's alive or dead, and I'll find out for you."
People know that Zhang Jue looks like a person who usually just spends their ti hanging around without any reason. But once he gets serious, he is very trustworthy and can even trust his life with it. This is sothing that people throughout Site-14 know very well.
Simmons had just arrived here, but he was also unconditionally obedient to Zhang Jue's words after several days. He stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Advisor Zhang, Smith, is my best friend. No matter what, please help find him."
The two n were talking. Zhang Jue's phone suddenly rang. It was a number coming within site.
Who could it be at this late hour?
Zhang Jue picked up the phone. "Advisor Zhang? It's not good, didn't you operate the computer in the central control room the other day? Sothing went wrong!"
Zhang Jue's brow knitted, "Don't worry. First, what's the situation there?"
"Oh, I don't know, I just ca back from a sip of water, and a dialog box suddenly popped up on the computer desktop. I couldn't understand what was written on it, but I couldn't turn it off."
"What kind of dialog box?"
"It's a pop-up window that overlays all the programs and keeps flashing."
"Constantly blinking?" Zhang Jue whispered
Simmons asked, "Is it green?"
The other party replied, "Yes, yes, it's the green box. What should I do now?"
"Don't do anything yet." Simmons was a little excited and said to Zhang Jue, "The video is recovering faster than I thought, it's only been two days, and it's already done! Now we can go and see if the video has been recovered or not."
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