Chapter 364

Until Dr. Clef was shrouded in flowers, the sound of that terrifying blooming still lingered in the audience's ears.

"Pat—"

"Pat—"

"Pat... pat...".

Regardless of race, regardless of age, all the audience were shocked by this scene.

An indescribable chill erupted from the depths of consciousness and the depths of genes.

It seems that the audience was also parasitized by this plant, blooming flowers.

"Your mother's chicken, I feel itchy everywhere now, won't I become a vegetable?"

"Dr. Clef is really ruthless, in order to achieve his goal, he didn't hesitate to touch 'SCP-091-ARC'..."

"No wonder the Foundation wants to purify all employees who come into contact with 'SCP-091-ARC', who the fuck can stand this situation?!"

On the "Astral Express," conductor Pom-Pom looked at the digestion on Dr. Clef's body surface, and the whole rabbit felt wrong.

"So scary..."

It hugged its ears and hid behind the wall, not intending to continue watching for the time being.

……

7:36.

【Infection now spreads to 90% of Dr. Clef's body.】

7:38.

【See flowers growing from Dr. Clef's limbs.】

The corridor was very quiet, the white ceiling and walls, and the dark brown ground, twisted into indescribable geometric shapes.

Acute angles, obtuse angles, right angles, straight lines, curves, and all sorts of messy things twisted together.

It was more meaningless than the messy paintings scribbled by toddlers.

Without a doubt, this is the masterpiece of "SCP-408."

Dr. Clef was blooming with flowers, his three eyes smiling, his Cheshire cat-like big mouth split open.

There was no sound of glass breaking.

The strange scene in the corridor collapsed suddenly.

First, a sense of disharmony appeared, followed by irregular changes in color, and finally the whole picture returned to normal, exposing swarms of "SCP-408."

On the corridor, dense butterflies were lying.

More spectacular than the Butterfly Valley.

7:39.

【Flowers begin to emit an unknown pheromone.】

7:43.

【Local groups of "SCP-408" begin to lose cohesion.】

……

Picture conversion.

Other Foundation stations were also in a mess at this time.

"Containment breach," it can't be said that it doesn't happen often, but for the official staff of the Foundation, it is also a common occurrence.

But "containment breach" and losing contact with the entire station.

These two superimposed together, that might be the prelude to disaster.

Bizarrely, the Foundation has not yet found any phenomenon of containment objects overflowing in Site-17, nor has it found that the Hume index there has changed significantly.

The only abnormality is—Dr. Clef privately mobilized the helicopter and went there.

In an office, everyone was busy anxiously, trying to contact Site-17.

"……Still no news?"

A researcher in a lab coat pushed the door and entered, walking to the console.

"Listen for yourself."

The operator took off his headphones, turned on the speaker, and added a sentence after a few seconds.

"From the first moment the alarm was issued until now, we have not received any communication from Site-17... this is not a good sign."

The office quieted down, several men stared at the speaker and communication equipment, their expressions very solemn.

The operator looked left and right, refocusing his gaze on the equipment.

Many people stood by waiting, and next there was only long silence.

"Is the speaker not connected to power?"

A supervisor raised his hand, signaling the doctor who spoke to be quiet.

The operator twisted the button and adjusted it.

The speaker emitted a crackling current sound.

A few seconds later, a miracle happened.

"Crackle... 々｀..."

"Crackle... need aid... SCP-091-ARC containment brea..."

The operator was taken aback, what came out of the speaker was Dr. Kondraki's voice, although the voice sounded intermittent and weak.

But as long as he is still alive.

The operator glanced at the supervisor, only to see the other party nod, signaling the operator to continue.

"Kondraki, is that you?"

"What the fuck is happening down there, they are talking about a full lockdown!"

The rest of the personnel bit their lips, staring at the speaker, urgently wanting to know the status quo.

"Doc... very aggressive... warning COG... send support..."

The white noise was still severe, and Dr. Kondraki's weak voice came from the speaker.

"Dr. Gears?"

The operator's brain was overloaded, speculating which doctor the other party wanted to say.

Dr. Gears, also one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, is the most suitable doctor to take over and control the overall situation.

"I just got a report that he and Kain are on their way here, don't worry."

"Ha..."

The speaker emitted a painful panting sound.

"Doctor? Doctor?"

The operator was terrified, clutching the microphone in his hand, almost wanting to run along the wire to Site-17 to confirm Dr. Kondraki's condition.

But unfortunately, he is not an electromagnetic field life form, and he doesn't have this superpower.

Can only wait in the distance, waiting for Dr. Kondraki to continue speaking.

"……Everything is… not right…"

"Doctor?! Doctor?!"

In the operator's shouting, the screen darkened.

Timestamp updated——

7:46.

【The entire "SCP-408" swarm is currently in chaos.】

As the subtitles faded, Dr. Clef's voice sounded again.

"Sweetheart~ do I look good now?"

Dr. Clef raised his head, seeing his appearance from the uneven surface of the lampshade.

Green all over, wrapped in flowers, like a walking flower bed.

Or rather, a corpse full of flowers.

Too weird.

"SCP-091-ARC" didn't speak, after all, it was just a tree.

"Thanks for your help, sweetheart~"

"However, can I trouble you for another favor?"

Saying this, Dr. Clef raised his hand and flicked the little white flower. ===== CHAPTER 366 =====