Chapter 762

She could only follow the procedure and continue to ask:

"Okay, then, the entities our agents encountered in that house, they were already dead when you found them, right? You resurrected them?"

"Uh, in a sense, yes." The "Plague Doctor's" tone was a bit complex.

Although separated by the bird-beak mask, March 7th felt she was being looked down upon by the other party, and her professionalism was questioned along with it.

"You see things too simply, Doctor!" The "Plague Doctor" sighed.

"Expand your horizons: life and death, disease and health, are all amateur terms used by amateur physicians."

"There is only one disease in the world, and that is the 'Pestilence'. Nothing else!"

"Don't be mistaken, they are very ill, all of them."

"Do you think you've cured those people?" March 7th understood less and less.

Could it be that human civilization in ancient times was a blank slate in medicine, and all diseases were classified as "Pestilence"?

If not, what was the "Pestilence" that the "Plague Doctor" insisted on?

"Indeed. My cure is the most effective." The "Plague Doctor" raised his gloved hand, rubbed his chin through the mask, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What we recovered are no longer humans." March 7th retorted.

"Yes, this is indeed not a perfect cure." The "Plague Doctor" suddenly became excited, "But that takes time. It needs further experimentation!"

"I have spent my whole life studying my cure, Dr. March, and if necessary, I will spend another life."

"Now we have wasted too much time. There is work to be done!"

"I need a laboratory of my own, where I can continue my research without obstruction. Of course, also assistants, although I can provide them myself, it's only a matter of time."

The requirements are really high... Speaking of which, can SCPs make their own demands to the Foundation... Should I approve it on the spot, or go through the process...

March 7th was suddenly unable to make up her mind.

A moment later, she thought of an excellent way to answer:

"I think our organization won't allow—"

"Stop talking nonsense." The "Plague Doctor" interrupted her, his tone firm, "We are all scientists."

"Put on your coat and let me see my dormitory, Doctor."

He waved the sharp stick in his hand, "Our work starts now!"

March 7th immediately refused the "Plague Doctor's" request and left like she was running away.

It was the first time she felt that the game's realism being too high wasn't a good thing.

Especially when facing this kind of SCP that couldn't be measured by common sense at all, just communicating was enough of a struggle.

If it were an ordinary game, the conversation just now would only require choosing from a few options, without having to face the somewhat manic and oppressive "Plague Doctor".

However, her sacrifice ultimately had its rewards.

March 7th opened the "SCP-049" file, and many of the previously locked entries had changed.

【Although "SCP-049" is capable of communicating in a very humanized way, its presence causes a strange sense of unease in people.】

【Without a doubt, there is indeed something very mysterious about this entity.】

【In addition, we confiscated the sharp stick that "SCP-049" had been waving around.】

【Part of the reason is the standard confiscation protocol for items held by anomalies, and part of the reason is that 049 is indeed a threat when waving the sharp stick in its own way.】

【The entity was initially unhappy, but when we decided to make concessions and provide it with "test subjects" (of course, more for our own research interests), it showed enthusiasm for this.】

The question is, what to do next?