Chapter 502

【Site-? is ephemeral reality, a camera shutter flickering at the boundary of truth.】

【Site-? is a shout, or a whisper.】

【Site-? is a page torn from the first and only book in the "Library of the Exiled".】

【Site-? crowned the trembling kingdom.】

【Site-? is the last blue swallowtail butterfly.】

【"SCP-?" cannot be perceived without the use of "Amnestics", existing in a state of pure irrationality.】

【Entering "SCP-?" also requires "Amnestics", because the door/wound/chimney leading to "SCP-?" cannot be found under constrained thinking.】

【Please do not read the following appendix before ingesting the prescribed dose of "Amnestics". If you experience one or more extreme side effects, it means it is working.】

Sofia closed the file with a blank expression.

She decided to put this strange site behind her and not think about it.

When Dr. Gat was interested in taking her there one day, she would just read the list of prohibited items to bring in or out again.

As for now, she needed to reply to Dr. Gat, and then head to the agreed-upon location to meet the omniscient one of O5-10.

—Salt.

"Laughing to death, I feel like Dr. Light is about to have a breakdown from this file."

"6, what kind of file is this? The content inside is like the settings I wrote for a novel in my second year of middle school, highlighting something that sounds profound but is impossible to implement..."

"No, no, no, as long as you have something to determine, the way to determine it is the same as this file—it's all about not speaking human language and not being able to understand it; your reaction would probably be even bigger than this poor Site Director's."

"Totally agree, I'm currently reviewing students' papers, and my feeling is that I want to send them back to elementary school and let them start over and learn their mother tongue..."

【Sent to:

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【Sent from:

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【Subject: Re: Declaration on joining the Happy Heroes, Weirdos, and Old Men team and pursuing the Yellowstone Park Utopia】

【Dr. Gat,

Very sorry about the previous email. After some inquiries, I found someone who had heard of the Surrealism Department, and they mentioned your name.

Welcome to Alpha-9.

Regards,

Dr. Light】

Not long after, Sofia received Dr. Gat's reply.

This made her suspect for a moment whether Dr. Gat was specifically waiting for her to realize her mistake and re-invite him to join the Alpha-9 team.

The content of the email was very concise, with only one emoticon:

【:) 】

"Herta" Space Station.

Leonard looked at "Silver Wolf's" figure and pulled up the system log for the day.

Suddenly enlightened:

"So that's it, sneaking in first, then helping companions walk through the front door—very classic hacker operation."

"Let me see, the login name is... 'Cariwell Leonard'?!"

March 7th nodded and said: "Staring at it at a glance."

Watching his own star of doom flickering in the sky, countless electric sparks flashed through Leonard's mind, and he opened his mouth to defend himself:

"She, she actually stole my identity information?!"

"This... I didn't find any problem with this record during the routine check; I subconsciously skipped it when I saw my own name... too cunning!"

"Stelle" looked at him, her golden eyes devoid of any mercy:

"Resign and apologize, please."

Seeing that the few people who should have cooperated with his performance were turning a blind eye, Leonard's tone trembled slightly:

"A, a slip-up in a hundred!"

"A normal person's first reaction is to check unfamiliar names; who would think the problem lies with themselves?"

Several people looked away without saying a word.

It was time to continue the investigation downward, before falling into greater embarrassment...

After a brief thought, Leonard continued to take his invention and look for the marks left by "Silver Wolf" in the space station.

The more they searched, the more the group had a guess.

—"Silver Wolf" left these messages as if playing a game with everyone.

Leonard explained:

"I heard there's a tradition in Punklorde where hackers like to deliberately leave something behind when invading, waiting to be discovered—just like a challenge letter."

"They call this the 'Punklorde Spirit'; there is fun only when there is a confrontation, and there is fun only when there is a win or loss—playing with life, having fun is the most important thing."

"No game no life." Stelle said concisely.

Searching all the way, the group passed through layers of identity authentication, searched through other cabins, and finally entered the monitoring room.

Here, the phantom of "Silver Wolf's" petite figure appeared in front of everyone again.

Searching all the way, the group passed identity authentication and went straight into the monitoring room.

It's just...

"Silver Wolf's" phantom, under the eyes of everyone, walked through the wall and disappeared into the monitoring screen out of thin air.

"This is...?"

"Is it the same coordinate teleportation as before?"

"Or did she tamper with the records to deliberately mislead us?"

Several people were puzzled.

March 7th and Stelle looked left and right, but felt a familiar power.

"There's a residue of 'space'." March 7th closed her eyes and perceived for a while, looked at Bai Xuan, and then looked at Stelle.

Here, the one most familiar with "time and space" was Bai Xuan, followed by her and Stelle.

Bai Xuan just nodded, and saw Leonard suddenly enlightened:

"I know! This should be the effect of a Curio; there was originally a preset folded space here, which was probably discovered and utilized by the intruder."

After doing all this, Sofia had already finalized the list for Mobile Task Force Alpha-9.

It was time to find O5-10, or her omniscient one, Salt, to have a chat.

At the agreed-upon location, Sofia arrived on time.

She took a deep breath, her gaze falling on a door in front of her.

The expensive mahogany door with beautiful patterns was actually a disguised blast door; besides using special alloys, it also had a certain resistance to reality bending.

I don't know if it represented the person behind the door's distrust of the outside world, or if the sentient beings outside sealed the guy inside.

Thinking this, Sofia pushed the door and entered.

"Please close the door behind you, Light."

Salt—or rather, the person Sofia thought was Salt—was wearing a clean, sharp suit, reclining on a cushioned chair, one leg crossed over the other, looking at her.

Without the extra professionalism, that daunting appearance would collapse along with the countless secrets on the office walls.

Following instructions to close the door, Sofia sat down on a matching cushioned chair across the table.

I should go shopping recently to buy a suit for meetings... Sofia silently planned her future time.

She felt she was dressed too casually; she was still wearing sportswear under her white coat.

"I've read the roster you sent me."

Salt pointed to several documents on the table between them.

After Sofia's "wide net" + "careful selection" strategy, the team candidates were narrowed down to about ten.

Including humans, robots, and a lonely parrot.

"They are strong candidates for the tasks at hand." The omniscient one commented.

Sofia looked straight at Salt, her eyes smiling, but her lips were tightly pursed:

"Thank you for your affirmation."