"Ahh Yang Jianyi screamed again.

He deliberately allowed himself to make a mistake, but the punishment for his mistake was so unbearable that the damage caused by SCP-248 made him even think that he was the result of the mental trauma he had inflicted before.

However, the great thing about SCP-248 is that it does not cause mental trauma to anyone at all. No one has ever seen what it looks like, and those who have seen it have gone insane, and all of them have died by suicide.

Everyone knew that SCP-248 had done it, but no one was willing to try to deal with the aftermath, as those who had seen SCP-248 had died horribly and cut off all other thoughts. No one wants to see SCP-248, no one cares if it lives or dies, and no one wonders what SCP-248 relies on to sustain its living system.

Yang Jianyi didn't know why, when he couldn't stand SCP-248's mental devastation on him, he felt the other party's feelings.

It was an anger, anger at not being able to leave this world.

"Ahh He screamed again.

The other party's thoughts were like a sharp arrow straight into his mind, and he felt the other party's anger again, the difference was that this time the anger flashed in his mind like a picture, and the speed was so fast that he didn't see what it was at all.

"Ahh SCP-248's attack struck again, Yang Jianyi clutched his head tightly, he felt as if his head was about to explode, and the position of his forehead kept beating, as if the heart had been transferred from the chest cavity to the brain, beating violently, and also allowed him to see the flashing picture clearly, this time the picture became clearer and clearer with his pain.

Originally, the image was just a flash, his pain seemed to excite SCP-248, the other party kept attacking him with some kind of force, Yang Jianyi seemed to have become two people, and the other he watched his body bow to the ground into shrimp, this he did not feel the pain of his body, but was attracted by the increasingly colorful picture in front of him.

It wasn't like a picture, it was like he was in it.

He could see a line of arcs, there were three different colored planets in the sky, the closest planet to him gave him the illusion that he could reach out and touch, he could feel some itching on his body, he looked down and saw some small mosquito-like creatures flying around him, and he realized that it was not him.

It is the memory of SCP-248.

The pain struck again, and he himself returned to his body.

The difference is that this time the pain seems to be weakening, his clothes are already soaked with sweat, and he lies on the ground weak, he doesn't know what happened this time, what SCP-248 did to him.

He was carried out, and the two people who came in were cautious, wearing special equipment, which was as heavy as explosion-proof armor, and even those who wore it knew that if SCP-248 wanted to mentally attack them, the heavy special equipment would not be able to resist it, and wearing that equipment was just asking for psychological comfort.

The two people moved very quickly, they carried Yang Jianyi and quickly carried them out of the room, until the heavy cement room door was sealed, and they slowed down.

SCP-248's attacks are intermittent, which is why they force the wrongdoer to walk into the private cell to be punished when they need to be locked up.

No one wants to suffer that unnecessary punishment on their own.

No one wants to do such a ridiculous experiment.

After Yang Jianyi was dragged out, he lay down in the room, and after a while, his younger brother Cheng Cheng walked in, although he was still expressionless, his tone was extremely cold.

"I don't need you to do so much for me."

Yang Jianyi was so weak that he couldn't even speak, the only thing he could do was to open his eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds of boulder, and after glancing at his younger brother, he fell into a coma.

It was pitch black all around, Yang Jianyi looked around, he didn't know why, he knew that he was in a dream.

"Who are you?"

He was startled at the sound of a voice, and he looked around, but he could see nothing.

"Who are you?!"

The voice rang out again, but this time it was full of anger.

“SCP-248？” For some reason, he said the name without thinking.

"Don't call it by that codename! What 248? One number, my name is Samael! My consciousness has been imprisoned on this damn planet for an unknown amount of time, and even I don't know how long it is. ”

“S... You say your name is Samael? ”

"You have something in you that I am familiar with, although I don't know what it is."

"What? You mean... On me? ”

"Yes, I was conscious, but I didn't know who I was, why I was here, but not long ago, all of a sudden, I knew who I was, I knew I didn't belong here."

"Do you know where this is?"

"Of course, we got to this planet through the electronic channel, and we lived here for a while, but I was exiled just because my claims did not match my people, and when I was banished, my container and part of my consciousness were separated from me, and I became an incomplete me, a me without me."

"Wait... Tell me this all of a sudden—"

"I haven't been able to communicate with people for many years, no matter how I communicate with people, all I get in exchange is the fear of the other party, until in the end no one communicates with me anymore, and you, the second person I have ever seen who is willing to communicate with me, and there are still things on me that are familiar to me. You, ordinary human, do you have the blood of my people in your veins? ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Yang Jianyi thought of being stabbed by the monster, could this be what made SCP-248 feel familiar? He didn't dare to ask if it was, then the image of SCP-248 was a concrete image of the monster.

It made him feel a little scared in his heart, and he didn't want to be treated like one of his kind by the monster.

"I'm Samael, the Feather Clan, and our people have never been combined with other races as spirits, why do you make me feel a sense of familiarity?"

Yang Jianyi didn't know how to respond.

Rushing? Feathered people? He'd already dealt with the Chongxu people, and he'd also seen the Feathered Clan, the same angelic image in Western legends, and this SCP-248 actually said to have a sense of intimacy with him, what is the connection between this and the monster?

Before he knew how to explain, he felt his body being pulled back in a hurry, he slowly opened his eyes, and he saw Cheng Cheng holding a bowl of steaming bowls in his hand, sitting next to him, and there was a person standing next to him, and his eyes turned to that person.

It was Lieutenant Colonel Cage, and his face had never had any other decipherable expression except for a sinister and sinister smile, but at this time, he actually showed a strange expression.

It was a puzzled expression, and Lieutenant Colonel Cage looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, thoughtful.