Chapter 761

She vaguely felt that this containment operation had completely failed to touch upon the anomalous aspects of the "Plague Doctor," which was why he looked so safe and incredibly cooperative.

But where did those zombies come from?

Did the victims of the missing person cases encounter the "Plague Doctor" after death, or did they die because they encountered the "Plague Doctor"?

There were many mysteries.

But this was also the fun of bringing in Foundation employees, being in an anomalous world, and dealing with many anomalies.

Asta's curiosity, that heart thirsty for knowledge and yearning for the unknown, was vibrant and burning.

Before the last ray of sunset fell, the motorcade slowly traveled on the spacious and flat road.

Not long after, they arrived at Site-85, and a suffocating aura rushed toward them.

The camouflage covering the alloy door slowly moved away, and the heavy gate slowly opened.

The agents took "SCP-049" through layers of access control, and every procedure was strictly executed according to regulations.

Asta also felt for the first time how tight the Foundation's security measures were.

Compared to the Foundation's ancient procedures from hundreds of thousands of years ago, the "Herta" space station seemed a bit like child's play in terms of procedures.

"But even with such tight procedures... containment breach events still occur... is this an anomaly?" Asta muttered to herself.

"Hmm? Did Station Master Asta say something?" "Stelle" asked.

"Hmm... I was wondering what Little Bai is doing." Asta smiled.

"Him," "Stelle's" eyes lit up, and there was a curve on her lips, "He... is probably somewhere, watching us silently."

"Eh? Is that so?"

"Hmm, if we use the Foundation's terminology... he is the administrator who finally picks up the phone."

"Eh~ that's really nice."

During the conversation, the group walked through the long corridor.

The lights cast shadows on the corridor, telling the history and secrets of this place.

The "Plague Doctor" walked slowly under the strict guard of the agents.

Its movements were slow and cautious, turning its mask from time to time to look at the rooms it passed, clicking its tongue twice, shaking its head, seemingly regretful, seemingly dissatisfied.

Finally, they arrived at a temporary containment room.

This was a specially made room with heavy armor plates embedded in the walls, and several Scranton Reality Anchors were arranged outside the room.

After the "Plague Doctor" was carefully settled by the agents, Asta and "Stelle" took most of the agents and left.

Immediately after, they arrived at the monitoring room to observe the actions of the "Plague Doctor" through monitoring.

Subsequently, they began to read the work manual to see what should be done and what should not be done after containment.

Who knew, a beautiful figure appeared on the monitoring screen.

She was dressed in professional attire, but had pink hair that was out of place with the whole world.

Who else could it be but March 7th.

"Ah?"

"Stelle" stood up instinctively, turning around to go to the containment room to drag March 7th out.

It wasn't that she doubted March 7th, but she trusted March 7th's ability to stir up trouble too much.

If one was not careful and let the game fail to proceed, restarting was a small matter;

Being forced to interrupt the process and having to return to the "Divination Commission" to watch Kafka be interrogated was the big matter.

Asta quickly pulled "Stelle" and let her sit down first—since March accepted this task, what they had to do was believe in her.

... If she failed, they would talk about it then.

Anyway, it was just simple communication, appeasing the "SCP," initially obtaining information, asking if there was anything special needed...

It shouldn't be messed up, right.

In the temporary containment room.

The "Plague Doctor" leaned forward slightly, and that set of dark medieval doctor attire shimmered with cold light under the dim lights.

He stared at March 7th, who entered slowly, with contemplative eyes, and spoke slowly:

"So how should we start? Self-introduction?"

March 7th was a bit confused; she summoned the game settings and clicked randomly on the interface inside, trying to find the "Synesthesia Beacon" settings interface to enable automatic translation.

But she failed.

She smiled awkwardly and cast a questioning look at the agent next to her:

"Can we find a translator—"

"No translator needed, ma'am, this way you will be able to understand."

March 7th breathed a sigh of relief; she had imagined the "Plague Doctor" not cooperating, but hadn't expected that they would almost be unable to communicate directly because of the language barrier.

—Since the "Synesthesia Beacon" came out, communication between civilizations in the galaxy was no longer an insurmountable chasm, and various foreign languages had become elective content of no importance.

She cleared her throat, trying to show the professional quality that a Foundation employee should have:

"Okay. You can call me Dr. March, I—"

"Ah! A doctor!" The "Plague Doctor" suddenly interrupted.

His voice revealed a strange excitement:

"A fellow traveler, without a doubt. Ma'am, what is your specialty?"

March 7th was immediately stumped; she pretended to be calm, spread out the documents, and read her character settings again.

Only then did she say a few words.

"Mysterious biology, why—"

She had just realized she had been mistaken for a doctor, and before her explanation could come out, she was interrupted by the "Plague Doctor's" laughter.

He laughed a bit too much.

"A medical staff member like me. Miracles abound! I thought I had been kidnapped by ordinary street thugs!"

As he spoke, he looked around the room, seemingly evaluating this place.

"And this place. Is it your laboratory? I guess so, so clean, almost no trace of 'the Pestilence'."

"'The Pestilence'? What does this mean?" March 7th raised her eyebrows, increasingly confused about this word.

In the monitoring room, Asta and "Stelle" were also fully focused.

In Bai Xuan's hint, there was the word "Pestilence."

In the Foundation's database, "Plague Doctor" was even more inseparable from "the Pestilence."

When the Black Death raged, doctors of the past did so to prevent infection.

They wore linen or canvas shirts soaked in wax, black hats on their heads, masks shaped like bird beaks that could filter air, eyes protected by transparent glass, white gloves on their hands, and held a wooden stick.

Used to lift patients' sheets or clothing, or to direct patients on how to treat the disease, they deeply believed that such equipment could protect themselves from infection by the Black Death.

Because medicine was not developed at that time, the cause of the disease was unknown, so this attire had the intention of scaring away the plague; they were called "Bird-beak Doctors."

Could it be that a terrible "Pestilence" broke out where "SCP-049" appeared?

"'Stelle,' besides zombies, were there any other anomalies in the town before?"

"Anomalies?" "Stelle" thought for a moment and shook her head, "No, the 'Plague Doctor' is the biggest anomaly."

"Or rather, is this what Little Bai called... a kind of paranoia?"

Hearing March 7th's question, the "Plague Doctor" suddenly became serious.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice low and powerful.

"Catastrophe! Great extinction. Oh, you know, that, uh..." The "Plague Doctor" tapped his temples angrily.

"What do they call it... that... ah, forget it. Pestilence, yes. It is everywhere outside these few walls, you know."

"Many have already succumbed, and more will succumb, until a perfect cure for it can be developed. Fortunately, I am very close."

"You see, ridding the world of its threat is my lifelong duty. The cure to end all cures!"

March 7th tried to ask:

"Does the 'Great Extinction' you speak of refer to the Black Death?"

"I don't know what that is."

"I understand." March 7th shook her head; the "Plague Doctor" gave her a strange feeling, but she couldn't put her finger on it.