The Site Director of Site-17 was a kind-eyed old man nad Hubbard, who imdiately called a eting with the staff upon his return to the site and warmly welcod Zhang Jue's arrival.
This ti, all the employees knew his identity, and before the welco eting was over, he was surrounded by many fellows. Like Clent, they were all big fans of Zhang Jue.
Over the past six months, so of Zhang Jue's achievents at Site-14 were published in a booklet by the Foundation and distributed to all the sites. Although these people did not recognize Zhang Jue's appearance, they were very familiar with his na.
Their admiration for Zhang Jue was not quite the sa as a common person. It was a recognition of his ability and contribution. Working at the SCP Foundation, more knowledge ans more chances to survive.
The atmosphere was very warm for a while, and many of the employees were scrambling around to ask for so advice about their experints. There were so many people on the floor that Zhang Jue could not answer all their questions, and finally, he could only promise them that he would stay here for a while until he could solve all of their problems.
The welco party ended with laughter, and all the researchers were very excited. They knew that with Advisor Zhang around, many experints that had encountered difficulties could continue, and even if there were a dead-end ahead, he would provide a solution.
"Advisor Zhang is really young and talented. When I was your age, I was just an ordinary researcher." Site Director Hubbard said with a smile, his face spaced out, and he didn't know how many years he had lived.
Zhang Jue said with modesty, "You flatter , Boss. I wouldn't dare to compare myself to you." This ti, Zhang Jue did not tell a lie.
Don't believe what it looked like on the outside. As the Site Director, Site-17 had so many ghosts, gods, and monsters lying around. Sothing that ordinary people can't do with only a sleight of hand.
Harvey was afraid of him, even Clente, who had a high rank on the site. Not only them, but even the doctors were also afraid when the Site Director was around the work area.
Hubbard said, "I'll have your application with Clente sent to the headquarters in a mont. According to the general progress, it will probably take a few days. I'll see what I can do to make it faster so that they process it hastily."
"Got it. Thank you, old man." Zhang Jue arched his hand according to Chinese etiquette then left the eting with Clent.
Hubbard returned to his office and sat on his seat with his eyes closed. A mont later, an ordinary-looking researcher walked in, the very one who had made the most noise earlier.
"Is there anything unusual in the site when I was away?" Hubbard didn't even open his eyes. He knew it was his own secretary. At this mont, he asked about the situation that the general staff shouldn't know.
"Most of the objects are still the sa, but last night SCP-343 t with Advisor Zhang on the rooftop. I don't know what they were talking about, and then they went to SCP-053's room. SCP-053 woke up, and this morning, Advisor Zhang proposed to let SCP-073 visit SCP-053. I think there's a connection between these few things. "
"I know." Hubbard did not look at him from the beginning to the end, and the researcher seed to have been used to it.
Hubbard waved his hand, and he left the office, continuing to play the role that belonged to him. Hubbard opened his eyes looked out the window at the bright sunshine. He sighed and rembered sothing.
"The rain is coming."
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Headquarters' approval for the experint would be finished tomorrow at the earliest, and with Clent's help, Zhang Jue t the other key figure in the experint - Cain.
As introduced in the previous article. After thousands of years, Cain had beco very different from before. He had beco very helpful and would agree to anything the Foundation asked him.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Jue arrived at Cain's containnt room. The dark-faced young man was staring into the distance through the window. Because SCP-073 had always been loyal and friendly to the Foundation, his movent wasn't restricted, and he was even allowed to eat in the cafeteria. Of course, with surveillance that his feet should not touch the ground.
"Hello, Cain. A pleasure to be at your side." Zhang Jue straddled Cain's side and patted Cain's shoulder with his hand.
Cain wasn't the one who liked to joke around, so he just smiled and didn't say anything.
Clent introduced, "This Zhang Jue and he's specially hired advisor by the Foundation."
Cain glanced at Zhang Jue, nodded, and spoke, "Hello." His voice was very soft but sowhat chanized and stiff. As if he was an AI who had just learned to speak.
But Zhang Jue didn't mind, and he was in a very good mood at the mont. He had thought that he was like SCP-343. He wouldn't be able to gain any abilities on Cain. But to his surprise, the touch he had just made felt significantly different.
This ant that he had absorbed so of Cain's ability into his body. He just doesn't know what abilities would be transford into him. But none of that mattered. It was given for nothing anyway.
"Dude, can I ask you a favor?" Zhang Jue chuckled, "In return, I can also do you a favor."
Cain looked at Zhang Jue. Being asked for help was like a daily chore for him, and he had been used to it. But it was shocking for soone to offer him help. Not only him but Clnt also looked at Zhang Jue with a surprised look.
Although SCP-073 was not as omniscient as SCP-343, he was very powerful, and he was curious as to what Zhang Jue could do to help this kind of person.
Seeing that both of them were surprised and shown a little doubt in their eyes, Zhang Jue laughed and said, "Cain, do you rember how long it has been since you stepped on grass? Do you rember how long it has been since you plucked a flower with your own hands?"
How long has it been since I stepped on top of the grass?
How long has it been since I picked a flower with my own hands?
Even though Cain has a perfect mory, these two questions made him can't rember how long it has been since then.
He was a man who carried a curse.
Any land he walked on would beco barren 'till the last bacteria died out, thus failing to provide life. Any object that grew in the soil would imdiately decay and disintegrate under his touch.
These two curses had been with him for many years. He had never harbored any illusions about it.
But this man called Zhang Jue had said that he could help him?
That he could pluck a flower with his own hands?
Was it even possible?
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Seeing that Cain understood his intentions, Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows. Showing his indescribably mischievous expression, "It doesn't cost you anything to try, does it? Co on, Cain. A wildflower by the roadside, you know it's worth it."
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