This chapter is subtitled: The Faces of the SCP Foundation

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"Boom la la ......"

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

The Mexican Warm Current not only brings the average annual temperature in New York above 10 degrees Celsius, but also brings 1,000 millimeters of annual rainfall, with 123 days of precipitation, accounting for one-third of the year.

So it was not surprising that it rained in New York, but it was surprising that at the end of April, when it was not too rainy, it suddenly rained inexplicably.

In addition to the rain, there are gusts of ignorant winds blowing from nowhere, and the evil wind mixed with cold rain in an uncertain direction makes people feel cold on their bodies and hearts.

This can't help but make the guests from the East have an inexplicable feeling of "heaven and man corresponding"...... Maybe God is also crying over a peerless genius who is about to die young.

"Dazuo, Zhongzuo, you also saw so many people in front, our car can't pass."

Nomura Yoshizaburo and Yamamoto Fifty-six knew that the driver was right, and they also saw that the downstairs of the luxury apartment where Yuan Yanqian lived had gathered a crowd of people from Wuyang and Wuyang, most of whom were journalists.

The two glanced at each other, and had no choice but to get out of the car, open the umbrella, and squeeze into the crowd.

"Look, two Chinese are here!"

Naturally, these white-skinned reporters didn't know that it was Neon Gold and not the Serisians, and when they saw the two yellow faces, they immediately surrounded them, and asked in a gossipy manner:

"Are you friends with Mr. Yuan?"

"Do you know if his condition is serious?"

"Is he really dead?"

If it weren't for the fact that these two "Haiguo men" had been on the ship for a long time, the lower plate was relatively stable, and the people were short and the center of gravity was low, otherwise they would have to be squeezed down by the reporters who swarmed in.

"No comment!"

"No comment!"

"No comment!"

The two of them, using the phrases most commonly used by diplomats, finally struggled to the door of the apartment. But now it is like a big enemy, not only the concierge and management personnel of this apartment are all dispatched, but also several NYPD patrol officers, and even Yuan Yanqian's driver is staying at the door.

Together, they set up a roadblock.

Yamamoto Fifty-six, who had several encounters with Xiaokang, stepped forward and shouted through the barricade: "Mr. Driver, do you remember me?" I'm ......."

"Mr. Yamamoto of Japan, I remember." With a sad face, Condo nodded, and commanded both sides, "These two are Mr. Yuan's Japanese friends, please let them in." ”

In this way, the two Japanese were let in, and the reporters who followed them remained isolated.

As soon as the eight cents came in, he asked anxiously, "Mr. Driver, how is Mr. Yuan?" ”

Xiaokang shook his head bitterly and said, "Mr. is not very good......"

Nomura Kichizaburo couldn't help but ask curiously: "Why is this happening, I remember that Mr. Yuan was fine a few days ago, and he gave a speech at Princeton." How could it be ...... all of a sudden"

"Two gentlemen, he's here to ......," Condo stopped talking, swallowing back the second half of his words, "you better go upstairs first." If the gentleman wakes up, he will meet you. I won't send it. ”

"Thank you, please."

The two Neon Gold glanced at each other, and both showed strange expressions.

One is naturally suspicious. How can a good person's body suddenly collapse? Although tuberculosis is a "terminal disease", it is a chronic disease after all, and it will not kill patients all at once.

The second is indeed a pity, no matter what, Yuan Jun is the light of Greater East Asia, giving the yellow race a long face, and he is really talented. Even if they are Japanese, they feel that this Chinese died like this, which is a pity.

The third is a little happy. After all, they are Japanese, and they are Japanese who are knowledgeable and intelligent enough. They always felt that having such a good Chinese as Yuan Jun would be a blessing and a disaster for their Great Japanese Empire. It's not necessarily a good thing to go to Kudanzaka like this, at least there are a lot less variables.

With such complicated feelings, the two got on the elevator and came to the floor of Yuan's apartment.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

"You are ......" It was naturally Sister Lian who opened the door, and she distinguished, "I remember you two Mr. Orientals." Please come in......"

The two neon gold followed the cook into the living room, and suddenly found themselves walking into a large wave of gloomy mist, still with a strong pungent smell of disinfectant in the mist.

At this time, there are really a lot of people in the room, if it weren't for the living room being big enough, it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

There are several they know, such as the grandson of the president of the New York Life Insurance Company, the daughter of the president of New York University Press, the grandson of the "Wall Street Miracle", such as the daughter of the editor-in-chief of Le Monde.

Seeing these people, the two of them admired Yuan Yanqian a little, this connection is really deep......

Well, this network is still not deep enough. Because although these rich second generations are also gloomy, they are the four calmest among the people present.

What they didn't know was that the reason why these Grand Arcanas seemed so relaxed was because the clever "Emperor Majesty" had smacked a little bit of taste and quietly told the three best friends, so they were not as desperate as the others.

Speaking of despair, it is like saying that he is standing alone in front of the fireplace and sighing.

Among the members of the SCP Foundation, the "Magician" has really benefited greatly from the "Fool-sama".

In the original timeline, he was an unwilling dick until his death, if it weren't for the fact that the Cthulhu Mythos has a bit of a postmodernist flavor, and he became popular with the appetite of postmodern humans, who knows which onion he is.

And in this timeline, because of Master Yuan's "appreciation", he jumped from a gnawing old man living with his aunts to a high-income successful person, which naturally made him very grateful to that Chinese.

What's more, in terms of terror, they are still "confidants". That's why the master of love craftsmanship looks like a mourner.

And not far from this melon-faced man, two tall men were discussing something.

One of them is naturally Mr. Sword 10, and the other old man is even taller than him, and he is a veritable "Lord of the Tower".

However, the great inventor did not see how sad he was, but asked with great interest: "Mr. Aiden, what you said is true?" ”

General ZOD, who was still bearded and tired, frowned and said impatiently: "Mr. Tesla, of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes. At that time......"

He suddenly found that there were two strange dwarf winter melons staring at the two of them, and immediately stopped talking, and he nodded towards Neon Gold with a fierce look in his eyes.

Nomura and Yamamoto had no choice but to bow back and turn their attention elsewhere.

The three people on the other side are the strangest beings in the room.

The one who was suspected of being the mother was really terrifyingly thin, as if it was a skeleton covered in a layer of skin. If it weren't for the good spirits, Nomura and Yamamoto would have thought that she was the one who was going to die.

She folded her hands and closed her eyes, her lips twitching, her expression reverently praying.

Sitting at her feet were two lovely teenagers, who were supposed to be their children. However, the two children also seemed to feel the heavy atmosphere of the scene, so against the nature of the children, they all sat there obediently, and obediently prayed with their mother.

As for whether the Catholic Jehovah and Mary will bless Yuan Yanqian, who worships Guan Erye and Mazu Niangniang, only they know.

If it weren't for the fact that these two children would not have any Asian characteristics, they would have been a little older. The two neon gold thought they were Master Yuan's illegitimate sons.

There were also four young men sitting around the coffee table, and they were discussing something intensely. Nomura Kichizaburo, who is not so good at Chinese, heard them say:

Camel Xiangzi said with a sad face: "Huang Gongzi, I really saw a big-headed ghost in broad daylight, how can Lao Yuan say that he is sick?!" ”

The Six-Fingered Qin Demon didn't know who was angry, and said angrily: "I pushed him with a lung, how could a person who was still alive the day before yesterday get tuberculosis?!" ”

“Damn it，hat’s Fxcking Up?” Probably because he has been working as a mahjong teacher for foreigners during this time, Xiao Yangsheng's English has become more and more fluent, especially the proficient use of swear words.

Huang Zongyi also said with a bitter and confused face: "Three brothers, I really don't know about the younger brother." My uncle said the night before yesterday that he was going to Maine and asked me to go back to New York to find him, but when I got back, he ......."

He glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door and sighed deeply.

"Hey!" Luo Puxiang suddenly slapped his forehead, his expression first suddenly brightened, and then he laughed ecstatically.

"Roar, roar, roar...... Hehehe...... Hahaha......" Then he smiled at the other three and said, "Brothers, do you remember what Lao Yuan told us that night......"