"Ren Jiyuan, you are in a trance...... Are you stupid doing your homework?"

"You're stupid!" Ren Jiyuan heard this sentence in a daze, and immediately retorted back with a conditioned reflex, and then saw that the person in front of him was his tablemate, "Eh, you came just in time, borrow me to copy the homework......"

"Which subjects?" asked Yang Xuanyi, who was at the same table, very experienced.

As a good classmate of the new century, he did not refuse to borrow homework from poor people, and in the past few years, he has saved countless lives and helped the injured.

Ren Jiyuan is the first echelon of this "rescued".

"All sections. ”

“...... Xiu, brother, didn't do a single subject all weekend?" Yang Xuanyi was shocked by his lifeless behavior, "It's going to be accepted later, are you in time?"

Ren Jiyuan took out all the homework he hadn't done from his schoolbag, with all the paper and pencils, just waiting for the answer, "Tell the class representative, you can drag it until the end of the first class." ”

"You should be glad they have a good relationship with you. Yang Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Now you know how prescient I was going to hook up with all the class committee members, right?"

"Yes, yes, you're very witty. Yang Xuan didn't bother to talk to him.

The speed of copying homework that has been practiced all year round is indeed not covered, Ren Jiyuan finished the homework under the teacher's nose, and handed it over to the representatives of each subject between the first class.

Watching them carry stacks of homework books and workbooks into the office, Ren Jiyuan, who returned to his seat, spread out all over the table.

As soon as the tense state passed, the pent-up tiredness immediately swept through his mind and shocked his reason.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't sleep, and I didn't know how to survive the next few classes.

And the main culprit of his current situation......

Ren Jiyuan cheered up and began to chat with him at the same table: "Yang Xuanyi, do you know the 'SCP Foundation'?"

"What SCP?Shanghai Corporate Pavilion at the World Expo?" Yang Xuan didn't look up.

"What's that?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Just SCP...... The SCP under Special Containment Procedures. Ren Jiyuan felt that his mind was not very clear, and he couldn't control what he said at all.

"Special Containment Procedures Foundation?" Yang Xuanyi finally closed the book and gave him a look, and found that this person looked like he was about to be squeezed dry, "What kind of novel have you stayed up all night reading again?"

In reality, normal organizations would never take the name of this kind of middle two diseases, and they should appear in those fantasy stories with urban backgrounds.

"That's different! That's ......" Ren Jiyuan frowned, not knowing what to tell him.

Or......

Can you really say that?

The words of warning were still fresh in his mind, and he cringed at this false deterrent, but he cowered for no apparent reason.

"What's the difference?" Yang Xuanyi asked casually.

"Forget it, I'll sleep for a while, the teacher will come and call me. ”

“......”

How is the SCP Foundation different from other organizations in fantasy?

It's a hard feeling to say.

Just yesterday, Ren Jiyuan accidentally pushed open the door to that world, and spent an afternoon jumping through dozens of project documents, and while reading it, he still had the energy to complain that it was made up as if it was real.

That night, he had insomnia.

When he was lying on the bed alone, those words quietly appeared, and Ren Jiyuan was shocked to realize that his memory was so good......

But he'd rather not be so good!

Some of the projects in the Foundation's custody were not unfamiliar to a teenager like him, who was addicted to the Internet.

Props with incredible effects, humans with supernatural abilities, mysterious phenomena that are completely unaware of their principles......

These things have been seen countless times in other online comics, movies and television.

Ren Ji thought that he could already turn a blind eye.

That was until he encountered the Foundation's archival style.

With a complete onlooker's perspective and unemotional brushstrokes, he describes those anti-scientific things.

It's the same cold and hard tone as the pages of the Foundation's website.

But it is precisely this kind of writing that makes people think more.

"There is furniture in the room, and if you look closely, it is probably made up of carved bones, hair, and human parts, and everything in the room has a separate or disconnected DNA sequence. ”

- SCP-002 - "Living" Chamber

"As initial investigation progressed, multiple test subjects were able to gain access to the manuscript. In each case, the test subjects self-harmed in order to enable them to complete the work with their own blood, resulting in schizophrenia and severe trauma. ”

- SCP-012 - Unfinished Movement

"SCP-015 was truncated to its current structure after consuming 11 buildings in the area. So far, 11 people have been killed and more than 20 are missing. It has been reported that cries of begging for mercy and screams have been heard from within SCP-015. ”

- SCP-015-Nightmare Pipe

Yes, that's it.

There is no superfluous emotional description, everything is formulaic and straightforward, and the lost lives and tragic consequences are like a simple game of words.

When reading these archives, the reader himself seems to be able to put himself in the perspective of the documenter, discarding all superfluous emotions and thoughts, and following along to obtain more information.

However, when the reading is finished, the mind returns, and the self-initiated thinking will cause greater fear to the reader.

This is the extreme fear of careful thinking, and the more you think about it, the more you feel that fear is everywhere.

That is the charm of sci-fi thrillers.

Ren Jiyuan told himself that it was all fake.

There can't be so many dangerous things in the world.

If there were, it would not be possible for humanity to maintain its current peaceful and peaceful life.

Yes, peace and tranquility.

Compared to the Foundation's world where containment breaches and death befall at every turn, this real world with only war and humanity is too gentle.

He couldn't believe it was true.

That's right, he can't.

So......

"Hey, wake up! Yang Xuan pushed him from the table one by one.

In the angry "Stand up! Salute!", Ren Jiyuan stood up with the red marks on his face pressed by his clothes, and he looked dazed after falling asleep.

The shrill sound of the dragging chair sounded in his ears one after another, finally pulling his soul back to this ordinary world.

It's nice that there's no supernatural thing......

"There are only 3 people who log in to the website today, administrator, are we really just looking at it?" was assigned to stare at the website's system, up and down, inside and out, and scanned it several times, but really couldn't find anything to do.

Guan Li watched TV very happily, "The first batch is a sample, it's okay to observe more." ”

"But time ......"

"Isn't it a long time? ”

"You plan to spend your life promoting the Foundation?" the system was in awe.

I've never met such a sincere traverser before!

One by one, they either took a big advantage or suffered a big loss, but they acted more quickly than the other.

They all only use the benefits brought by the system as a springboard for their own climbing, rather than genuinely working hard for the Foundation.

"Why not? Promoting the Foundation is a good cause. Guan Li thought about it seriously and replied with a smile, "Do you know what I said when I was asked about my ideals when I was a child?"

"What is it?"

"If I only need to do one thing in my life, it would be fine. ”