Chapter 171

Robert quickly regained his composure, spreading his arms to indicate he had no malice.

In the Foundation's internal training, how to deal with reality benders is an essential course.

Usually, Foundation security personnel, when facing them, will inevitably bring a Reality Anchor; at the very least, they will use a sniper rifle to solve it from a distance.

Once a reality bender gets close, they either use diversionary tactics or solve the battle in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, it is the security personnel and agents who will be solved.

But before Robert could speak, he heard the owner of the villa start speaking words of unclear meaning like a chant.

"My name is Yoshikage Kira, 33 years old, living in the villa area in the northeast of Morioh, unmarried."

Robert: "?"

"I work at the 'Kame Yu' chain department store, and I go home at 8 PM at the latest every day. I don't smoke, and I only drink alcohol occasionally. I sleep at 11 PM and ensure I get 8 hours of sleep. Before going to bed, I drink a glass of warm milk and then do 20 minutes of soothing exercise to warm up before sleeping, basically sleeping soundly until dawn. Like a baby, I never leave fatigue and stress to the next day. Even the doctor says I am very normal."

Robert: "Sir, what exactly are you talking about?"

Yoshikage Kira spread his hands, his tone unchanged:

"I want to explain that I am a person who pursues inner peace at all times, not clinging to victory or defeat, not entangled in worries, not creating enemies that would make me lose sleep at night; this is my attitude toward life in this society, and I also know that this is my happiness."

"Besides, even if I have to fight, I won't lose to anyone. My meaning is, this strange gentleman, you are the worry that hinders my sleep, which is to say, my enemy."

As he spoke, Yoshikage Kira raised his right hand, with only the thumb extended, and all other fingers retracted.

It was just like a thumbs-up.

"Uh... Mr. 'SCP-1915' is quite a person who knows how to live."

"There aren't many people who can maintain this state of life in modern times; only civilizations and societies before entering the interstellar era can maintain this slow pace of life."

"To be honest, it's very enviable."

"I have to say, his life is much more regular than mine; I sleep at 2 AM and wake up at 6 AM every day, and my daily stress continues to the next day; the doctor begs me not to die in the hospital."

"Damn, this self-statement has been recorded."

Yoshikage Kira pressed his thumb calmly, as if pressing the button of a detonator.

"Click—"

In just an instant, Robert, this Level 4 Foundation agent, disappeared from the spot.

"!!!"

"No, Robert!"

"Is this... killing someone directly?"

Yoshikage Kira patted his suit, smoothing out the slight wrinkles, just as he smoothed out other factors that disturbed his daily life.

Everything around must remain normal, walking on the track named "daily life."

This was crucial for "SCP-1915," the "Maintaining the Status Quo" named Yoshikage Kira.

Subsequently, he walked toward his sanctuary calmly, inserted the key into the lock, and turned it sharply, making the door lock emit a pleasant sound.

The door opened, and the dim yellow light outlined the shape of the door frame and the tall figure.

The room was dim; as far as the eye could see, it was the dining room facing the door, where a wooden dining table was placed, chairs were arranged around it, and further away was the staircase leading to the second floor.

Moving his gaze to the left, his sight fell sequentially on the living room, bedroom, and study; the things inside were neat and tidy, without any signs of being rummaged through.

Except for the sliding window left open in the living room, everything was very normal.

Was it not a thief breaking in? Could it be a newly appointed salesman... Yoshikage Kira was a bit puzzled; he had never seen this man in this small town before.

This man was wearing a meticulous suit and seemed to feel good about himself, but in Yoshikage Kira's eyes, he looked like a large penguin.

Habitually raising his left hand, he touched the switch and pressed it.

"Click—"

A burst of bright light spread from the chandelier overhead, the filament quickly becoming scorching hot, the light penetrating the transparent bulb, passing through the colored lampshade, and spilling warm light over the lonely room.

This time, Yoshikage Kira searched the entire room seriously, not letting go of any possible details.

Although his routine was regular, his life was rhythmic like a machine, and he had no hand fetish, nor would he get a boner seeing the "Mona Lisa."

But thinking that bugs or cameras might be placed in the corners of his home, Yoshikage Kira felt a chill.

Walking while giving a thumbs-up.

In the end, there was still nothing to be found.

"What on earth did he come here to do?"

Yoshikage Kira stopped, frowned, and whispered silently.

Then, he sighed helplessly, because he remembered a possibility he had deliberately ignored but had always been possible—

The peculiarity about him had been discovered.

Steadying himself, Yoshikage Kira walked into the washroom, turned on the faucet, supported himself on both sides of the sink, looked at his reflection in the mirror, and then scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

Perhaps I should have pried more information out of his mouth before dealing with him; now many situations are unclear, especially the other party's identity...

"I have to sigh, sometimes we really can't use too high moral standards to demand the Foundation; perhaps for the Foundation, as long as they don't betray humanity and try to destroy the world, there is no problem."

Amidst the flurry of thoughts, Yoshikage Kira wiped the water droplets off his face with a towel, walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and looked at the sunset that was about to fall.

The trees outside the window were dark, with only a few leaves outlined by the sunlight, making them look like they were smoldering.

How long had he possessed this magical power?

Yoshikage Kira suddenly couldn't remember when he had acquired this power.

What he could be sure of was that since acquiring the power, he had always lived a quiet life, and so had the residents of the entire small town.

Even if vicious incidents occurred in other towns in the country, and there were irresistible natural disasters.

Only the small town where he was had always maintained a stable status quo, just as he had hoped.

Meanwhile, Foundation Site-17.

In the Foundation's internal organization, Site means it is a covert facility, but it is usually built in a location relatively close to a population center, and usually has a government or subsidiary background as a disguise.

Site-17 is the Foundation's second-largest containment facility, housing hundreds of researchers and containing more than twice that number of anomalies.

It focuses on containing low-risk humanoid containments, including "SCP-073," "SCP-105," "SCP-343," etc.

Its permanent staff includes a large group of medical and psychology professors.

The part of Site-17 located underground is the true main body of this site.

"Tap tap tap—"

Short footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Following closely were the sounds of air pumps working as several gates opened in succession, and three compact knocks on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Come in!"

After receiving permission, a researcher in a white lab coat pushed the door open, placed an electronic screen on the desk, and said concisely:

"Director, Agent Robert's vital signs have disappeared."

Sitting across from the desk was a man with a somewhat out-of-shape figure.

The other party was resting his two feet on the desk, smoking a cigar, making the entire office filled with smoke without turning on the exhaust fan.

He had a double chin, a receding hairline, and a clear arrogance and ruthlessness in his turbid eyes—that was a manifestation of thinking he was superior to others.

"Disappeared..."

The Director frowned slightly, took the electronic screen, unlocked the permissions with his ID card, and looked at this report.

Although Robert was nominally his subordinate and under his jurisdiction, his permission level was the same as his.

The death of any Robert was not a small matter and could not be treated like a disappeared D-class personnel.

Hume index anomalies appeared in Morioh...

Agent Robert went there for initial intelligence gathering to determine what kind of anomaly appeared in Morioh...

While conducting building-by-building checks, Agent Robert's vital signs and location suddenly disappeared...

This was unusual.

Foundation agents were not stupid; on the contrary, whether confirming anomalies or containing anomalies, the vast majority of work was related to agents.

It could be said that agents were one of the important forces in the Foundation's "containment" link.

They were experienced, proficient in combat techniques, could drive the vast majority of vehicles, and each was a master in the field of firearms.

There were not many things that could make an agent evaporate into thin air: some highly dangerous containment, or a Level 3 reality bender...

The Director pondered for a moment and looked at the researcher who was still waiting on the side.