Chapter 87

The image in the video zoomed in from the universe toward that planet.

Immediately, the screen switched to the surface of this planet.

It was afternoon.

The sun was bright, the trees on both sides of the road were lush, and golden retrievers were playing with children on the grass.

Everything was harmonious, everything was beautiful, giving a feeling of fullness and peace, like a perfect little bedtime show.

Making the viewers doubt whether the Foundation used such shows to improve employees' sleep quality.

At this very moment, in a private room in a small town.

A plain-looking middle-aged man with a somewhat distorted face was embedded in the sofa, holding a wine glass, and drank the yellow liquid full of foam in one gulp.

His name was Yan Yan Xiangyang, and he was over 30 years old.

Beside him sat 4 other men, holding either drinks or buckets of fried wings.

They were intently watching a huge screen, which looked like an old antique called a "TV," where they could clearly see an electronic game competition being played.

It was a 5v5 confrontation game between red and blue sides, and the team names of the two sides were "BLG" and "T1."

Suddenly.

Yan Yan Xiangyang leaned forward, his mouth opened subconsciously, and his eyes widened, making one wonder if his eyeballs would stick directly to his glasses.

His hand holding the glass also exerted force subconsciously, his other hand was clenched into a fist, and his body was a bit tense.

Not just him, the other people in the room had the same expression.

One by one, they just stared blankly at the screen.

The characters on the screen first pulled back and forth, then fought into a mess in an instant.

Various special effects flashed, the long bars representing health bars emptied in an instant, and the avatars of several characters turned gray.

The human voices on the TV became more urgent and high-pitched; in the end, they could even spit out several characters in a second.

And outside the screen, waves of cheers rang out, never stopping.

Like waves, then becoming billows, finally becoming a tsunami that roared in.

The viewers didn't doubt that even the famous singers and actors in the galaxy could only get such cheers.

As the three characters "ACE" appeared at the top of the screen, the atmosphere reached its climax.

"...Said three to one, and it's directly three to one!"

"Awesome!!!"

The five people in the room erupted into cheers, and this burst of howling woke up the viewers who were feeling sleepy.

The viewers really wanted to reach into the screen and slap them, "Turtle in the barbershop."

But on second thought, the people on the screen had been dead for I don't know how many tens of thousands of years, and might even be the ancestors of humanity.

So they all packed up their moods, lay back on the bed, and sealed their bodies with quilts.

It's just that.

Yan Yan Xiangyang didn't keep the secret in his wallet well, and he was completely unaware of it.

Thus, this small oversight caused his wish to maintain the happiness of the whole world, to be ignorant, and to know nothing about anomalies, SCPs, and the Foundation, to fail.

At this moment, he was bending over to pull out a tissue to wipe the beer spilled on him.

Immediately, a trident ID badge decorated with a shield and three inward arrows slid out of his wallet and fell onto the table.

"Clatter—"

Before lying flat completely, it trembled back and forth a few times, making a pleasant sound, as if it were calling:

"All eyes on me!"

In those few short seconds, a thought explosion occurred in Yan Yan Xiangyang's brain.

"Who am I," "Where do I come from," "Where am I going"...

Flowers, trees, sky, breeze, clouds, sun...

Finally, he got the answer—

Mom gave birth to me!

Just as Yan Yan Xiangyang was imagining a thousand scenes of being demoted to D-class personnel and fed to "SCP-682."

His four friends also saw this badge in the first instance, saw the logo on the badge.

"Foundation?"

They broke the silence at the same time.

Then they stopped their movements at the same time, looked at each other, very surprised, showing an expression of "So you also...", as if from this moment, they truly knew each other.

"You know the Foundation?"

This time, even Yan Yan Xiangyang spoke up.

In an instant, he began to think about how to persuade his best friends to stay here obediently and accept A-class amnesia treatment, but finally discovered with surprise that this didn't seem to be a secret.

And, including him, everyone thought they had covered up this secret well.

After exchanging glances for a moment, the five people laughed "hehe," laughing more and more wantonly, laughing until they started panting and coughing; Yan Yan Xiangyang laughed until tears flowed out.

Five men together, finally shared one brain.

Afterward, the four of them looked at Yan Yan Xiangyang in unison.

Their meaning was very clear.

—You dropped the badge, you speak first.

So, under the gaze of the four, Yan Yan Xiangyang slowly opened his mouth:

"...Know."

"I work at the Foundation... you guys..."

A moment of silence, everything was unspoken.

Afterward, the other four took out their badges and introduced themselves.

Pang Pang Xiangrong: "Level 3, Anomaly Management."

Si Anbang: "Level 2, Research Assistant."

Tian Yongan: "External Affairs." Ricky said.

Yan Yan Xiangyang was a bit urgent; he didn't expect he might be the highest-level person here.

But at least, there wouldn't be D-class personnel here, right?

"Level 4, Research Supervisor, in charge of SCP... uh, confidential."

Shi Yubo shrugged: "Mobile Task Force Lambda-64."

As the last identity card was revealed, the five villagers, who could also be five wolves, had their mouths stretched to their ears.

After looking at each other for a moment again, they began to howl wildly.

"Damn, their laughter is too magical, like a donkey braying. Listening to them laughing there makes me want to laugh."

"Mother of chicken, this reminds me of a classic bridge—our agent infiltrated the enemy camp, and in order to keep it secret, they didn't know each other's identities... in the end, in a base, there were only our agents who considered each other enemies, fighting wits and courage there."

"I just remembered the title of this side story, 'Known to All.' Could it be that everyone knows about the Foundation in the end?"

"How is that possible? At most it's an exaggeration. If everyone knows about the Foundation, why do they keep it secret (Nono Zhao)?"

"Yeah, that's why the Foundation doesn't keep it secret anymore."

"What you said makes so much sense, I can't refute it."

The five friends chatted all night.

They exchanged stories that didn't need to be kept secret, shared trivia and anecdotes in the Foundation, or mocked some unlucky guy who wasn't lucky enough to lose his life.

When they returned home, the sky was already dawning.

Yan Yan Xiangyang was sleepy, tired, and drunk, threw his wallet on the bedside table, took off his clothes, and crawled onto the bed on tiptoe, without waking his sleeping wife.

At noon the next day.

Yan Yan Xiangyang was shaken awake by his wife. He let out a long yawn, feeling a splitting headache and a dry mouth.

But this wouldn't stop him from waking up.

Because in his wife's hand, she was holding his Foundation badge.

"Damn..."

Yan Yan Xiangyang rubbed his temples, various complex emotions and feelings mixed in his brain, making him not know how to react for a while.

But he didn't need to react anymore.