"Who am I, where am I from, and where am I going?"

Song Le muttered to himself.

Then he suddenly realized something that he seemed to have said, and more than once.

Probably, perhaps, probably many times.

"Hey! 9527, what are you messing around there? ”

A particularly familiar-sounding voice rang in my ears.

I've heard this voice more than once.

‘9527？ What is 9527, is it a code name, and why does that guy call me 9527? ’

Song Le thought about it, and turned to look sideways at the guy on his right who was shouting at him.

"Hiss~"

He gasped.

Because the guy next to him looks exactly like him, just like the reflection in the mirror.

No, I've seen this guy, not in the mirror, but in memory, but why is that? ’

"Huh? Is there another awakening? ”

The man was puzzled, then raised his hand and pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "Report to the captain, there is a problem with 9527." ”

There was no response on the intercom, but the sound of neat footsteps soon sounded outside the door.

Boom Boom Boom ...... Crash......

Song Le heard the sound of heavy gears crashing behind him and the sound of the steel door opening, and when he looked back, he couldn't help but tremble.

Behind him appeared two people who looked exactly like him and the guy next to him, also wearing orange prison uniforms with the word SCP printed on them and a logo with three arrows, and walkie-talkies pinned to their shoulders.

The only difference between the four is the number printed on the prison uniform, "9527, 9528, 9529, 9530." ”

"What's wrong with 9527?"

9530's expression is serious.

"He's awakened."

9528 replied, with a snickering smile on his face.

"Grab it! Send it to the incinerator! ”

9530 waved his hand and ordered, without the slightest hesitation, as he had done countless times.

9528 and 9529 reached out to Song Le with four hands at the same time.

In the same way, they have done the same action countless times.

'Incinerator? ’

Song Le's eyes narrowed into a thin line, but a dangerous light bloomed.

Maybe it was the word "incinerator" that stimulated him, maybe it was the time and the opportunity had come, anyway, he recalled a lot of things, such as what he should have done most at the moment.

But before he could make a move, 9528 and 9529 suddenly became different.

Song Le looked at 9530 in surprise, first at 9530's blood-dripping hand knife, and then at 9530's clear and peaceful eyes.

"You, awake?"

Song Le asked tentatively.

"Well, wake up."

9530 replied calmly.

He asked about "awake", a word that means "awakened", not "awakened", and judging by 9530's expression and answer, 9530 understands the difference between the two.

"So ......"

Song Le only said half of a sentence.

“…… Let's move on. ”

9530 takes the other half.

It's not a tacit understanding, because they're not two different people, they're the same person.

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Many people think that ants are not intelligent, but research has shown that ants have intelligence, and they are quite intelligent, well above the upper limit of the intelligence that a single ant can have.

This wisdom is called group intelligence, or collective intelligence.

Later, more research showed that not only ants have this kind of group intelligence, but also many living and non-living things, such as bees, bacteria, computers, and humans themselves.

But no one has ever imagined a situation where the same human beings in many different planes gather into groups, and there will be such a group of intelligence.

Nobody knows, because no one thinks this will actually happen.

However, when Song Le took Alice to meet the other Song Le and Alice, their collective wisdom hidden deep in their genes awakened.

In that moment, he understood many things, such as the mystery of SCP-Origins, the root of all strange changes, such as how to solve the infinite loop.

Then, he and the other one he killed Alice without hesitation, then erased all traces of their stay in that world, and finally teleported away.

Song Le came to the Nth Cycle World and became 9527, and another Song Le came here with him and became 9530.

He woke up first, and then when they looked at each other, he knew that 9530 had woken up as well.

Now, they are going to continue the work they left undone, find the third one and take it with them, and by the way, remove all traces of the third one he left in this world, and restore the normal operation of this world.

The third he, right in the hive, right above their heads.

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Song Le and 9530 walked side by side, the frequency of their footsteps was completely accurate, and even the weight of the landing on the floor was exactly the same, sounding no different from a person's footsteps.

Soon, they stepped out of an auto-sensing door and came to a hall with open terrain.

On the first floor of the hall, there were many clones in orange-red prison uniforms, and they seemed to be very busy with tools and instruments in their hands.

On the second floor, there were men and women in white coats, with different appearances, who seemed to be much higher than clones, like doctors or researchers.

Then there's the third floor, where some armed men with firearms, presumably overseers or security.

They all wore gas masks and couldn't see their faces clearly, but judging by their uniform height and size, there was a good chance that they would be clones.

Perhaps it is the armed personnel who have been cultivated separately, and the status is higher than that of ordinary clones, and not as good as the staff.

After glancing a few times, Song Le and 9530 looked up at the fourth floor at the same time, where there were many people, all hiding behind frosted glass.

But this has nothing to do with them, their goal is the passage to the hive on the fourth floor, and only from there can they go up and find the third him.

But they still have work to do before they can go up.

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Song Le and 9530 raised their arms at the same time, and twenty phalange bullets detached from their hands and flew towards the clones of the prison clothes beside them at what seemed slow but was actually very fast.

Some clones in prison uniforms noticed Song Le and 9530 walking out of the induction door, and some armed security guards on the third floor noticed that something was wrong with the two of them.

But they didn't have time to react, and in less than a breath, twenty phalange bullets had already hit twenty clones in prison clothes.

Bah, Bah, Bah......

A series of explosions rang out, and the heads of the clones that had been hit by bullets in the finger bones exploded, like watermelons hit by a sledgehammer.

No matter how sluggish the reaction is, you will realize that something is wrong at this time.

All the clones in prison uniforms, as well as the white coat clones on the second floor, screamed and fled like headless flies.

At the same time, the security personnel on the third floor all raised their submachine guns in their hands and looked at the two Song Le and 9530 who brought the killing.