Chapter 200

"... ello, host. As you can see, behind me is the ██ hospital where the explosion occurred."

"It is now 2: 0 AM. As you can see, the fire in the entire hospital has been initially controlled. Medical staff have found multiple remains of victims, and no survivors have been found yet."

"According to the preliminary investigation results given by the state government, this incident was caused by a gas explosion. The pipeline company will subsequently investigate the gas pipeline and issue an investigation report."

"All sectors of society are deeply shocked and concerned about this gas explosion. Many residents have spontaneously organized volunteer teams to join the rescue ranks..."

Behind the reporter, the sky was dark red, and thick smoke was rolling.

Only the general main structure of the hospital remained, and a considerable part was just rubble.

Siren sounds were incessant, red and blue police lights were constantly rotating, and rescue personnel were trying their best to rescue the wounded.

"... amn it, calling people up in the middle of the night just to have us watch a live broadcast of CCN?"

The camera gradually zoomed out, the whole picture first became blurry, filled with pixels, and then the white edge of the projection screen and the blackboard of the conference room appeared.

In this conference room sat many researchers in white coats.

Some were exhausted, their eyes bloodshot, obviously having been woken up;

Some were very relaxed, obviously having worked the night shift a lot.

As for the researcher who protested.

He had a top hat covering his face, his feet on the table, and a shotgun leaning against his chair.

He sat in the conference room quite arrogantly, and no one dared to remind him to follow the rules and remain elegant.

Except for the woman standing in front of the projection.

Because the badge on the man's chest was etched with "Alto Clef."

And the woman's badge was "Sophia Light."

Although Clef is one of the four doctors of the Apocalypse, the latter is currently the former's superior.

"Dr. Clef's appearance rate is so high."

"Yo, isn't this the old father of the girl 'Gaia'? He's rushing to the set quite fast."

"Because his daughter is controlled by the evil Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, as the old father, has to rush back and forth between the Foundation's various sets, is that it?"

"No one is discussing why the hospital exploded suddenly? The intensity of this explosion is clearly abnormal. How many tons of explosives must have been stuffed inside to blow the building into this state?"

"Don't worry, the story is very long. It is recommended to brew a cup of tea at the company first, and watch while drinking."

Dr. Light glared at Dr. Clef for a while, until the latter took the top hat off his face, revealing his peculiar three eyes, and then she looked back at the computer on the side.

As this site director operated for a while.

The news broadcast was turned off, and in the picture, it was replaced by the hospital's architectural structure diagram and the distribution map of underground pipelines in the surrounding area—

Under the north arrow,

Blue, green, yellow, red, orange, and purple lines extended straight, intersecting each other, weaving a network, showing the full picture of the entire building from another perspective.

"This explosion is not normal."

Saying this, Dr. Light shook the laser pointer, drawing on the projection screen.

According to the intensity of the explosion, the degree of damage to the building, the earthquake level...

And a series of other data.

The conclusion reached by the Foundation is:

Either someone carried out a terrorist attack in the hospital, hiding hundreds of kilograms of high-energy explosives;

Or the federal government had nothing better to do and fired missiles at the hospital.

"... o, there must be abnormal factors inside."

Indeed... Dr. Clef nodded frequently, but his eyes were not focused on the light spot.

It must be said that although the Foundation is occasionally teased by internal employees—"We contain, we fail, we run away."

When the critical moment comes, facing the anomalies mixed in daily life, the Foundation is always the one that reacts quickly, controlling the anomalies that may pose a threat to the human world.

"But this doesn't have strong proof... What follows is the change in the Hume index in the area."

As Dr. Light's voice fell, the 2D projection screen changed suddenly, and the Hume index was visualized as a curve graph, distributed in 3D space.

And the place with the highest peak coincided exactly with the hospital where the explosion occurred.

Undoubtedly, there was strong reality warping here.

"The task force and agents have already set off for the scene. I believe there will be corresponding news soon. Calling everyone here is also to be prepared in advance."

Dr. Light turned off the laser pointer and looked around at everyone sitting in the conference room.

Everyone here, one by one, is a doctor of the Foundation, with high authority, all talented, and all possessing unique skills.

No, perhaps it would be better to let me go over, shove the shotgun into the target's mouth, then blow its head off with one shot, and sprinkle its fragments evenly on the snow, that would be an effective response...

Dr. Clef twisted his lips.

He watched every SCP equally, whether executing or containing, of course, except for his daughter.

Only at this time did he feel like a Foundation researcher, a doctor...

Rather than a sad old father separated from his daughter...

Dr. Light knew nothing about this and explained everything in a normal tone.

After the doctors present nodded one after another, indicating that they had no questions about the previous topics, she continued to push forward:

"The O5 Council has already used personal connections to let the state government notify the press to report as shown in the picture."

"We need to prepare for containment, arrange Scranton Reality Anchors, apply for the use of Scranton Reality Anchors if necessary, upgrade the defense level of the entire site, and have security personnel in place..."

Phew—it's always troublesome.

Dr. Clef breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and relaxed his mood.

I hope this new one isn't some troublesome guy.

Every site of the Foundation is stuffed with a bunch of strange SCPs. If a full containment breach occurs once...

Dr. Clef didn't even dare to imagine how terrible the consequences would be.

But if he did think about it, it would just be a "Deus Ex Machina" to restart the world.

Used to it.

Dr. Light continued to explain the arrangements for the site, and it wasn't until the Foundation personnel arrived at the scene that she announced the end of the meeting.

Dr. Clef didn't leave immediately, continuing to put his feet on the conference table, seemingly starting to sleep.

The chandeliers were turned off one by one.

"Click—"

As the last light went out, the entire conference room fell into darkness, and the light from the corridor seeped in through the door crack, barely outlining the objects in the room.

And in this almost completely dark room, Clef's green, blue, and light brown eyes were incredibly clear, quietly watching the screen in front of the conference room.

"Cool, Dr. Clef. If he pulled the trigger of the shotgun again at this time, it would have more flavor."

"As expected of one of the four doctors of the Apocalypse, from the beginning of the meeting to the end, he never cared about the feelings of the site director."

"... o, how many instruments for detecting the Hume index has the Foundation prepared to be able to draw such an accurate chart?"

"Not few. The Foundation is simply pervasive, infiltrating all walks of life. I can only say, as expected of the Administrator, who started laying out everything early on."

"Caring for the empty-nester Dr. Clef, starting with me."

The screen switched.

Above the ruins of the hospital, the fire was almost extinguished, with only a few flames and smoldering wooden products still posing a threat.

But the violent explosion made the place extremely chaotic:

Rubble, medical equipment fragments, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere;

The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of smoke and dust, mixed with the smell of burning and scorching.

In the heavy snow, it was dark and desolate.

Red and blue police lights, shrill sirens, incessant human voices, howling wind, the crying of victims' families...

"How miserable..."

A young reporter couldn't bear it.

He sighed, but saw a team of silent figures moving inward without stopping.

Just as he aimed his camera at the silent rescuers, a fully armed police officer blocked his lens:

"Hello, please show your press card. We need to ensure order at the scene."

The reporter was stunned, slowly looked up, and looked at the majestic police officer in front of him with some disbelief.