Chapter 940: Does the Black Moon howl? — I told you I don't know!

Herta was still thinking about the feasibility of "SCP-001-Key."

"When the whole plan was just put forward, it sounded like there was a little bit of reason and feasibility... but the more you analyze it, the less reliable the plan seems..."

She remembered many things she had scoffed at before — mostly content in the fields of mysticism, metaphysics, and magic.

For example, as long as you get someone's hair, you can curse them remotely;

Or, put someone's photo on a doll and carry it with you, and you can gradually deepen the relationship between the two.

Thinking of this, Herta's gaze fell on the table, on the two dolls leaning together. She puffed out her cheeks, looked at them with photos of her and Bai Xuan respectively, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

At least, in these fields, she certainly had no position to judge the Administrator and Dr. Moto.

"... But is this really useful?"

Herta asked herself, a little unconfident, not knowing whether she was asking if the Foundation's plan was useful, or if this means of imitating the most ancient witchcraft was useful.

She lay on the table slowly, half lazy, half resentful.

The light gauze on her body was as if it were there or not, sticking to her body with her movements, winding beautifully along the girl's just-right figure.

A head of gray long hair was scattered, spread on the table, resting on the corner of her mouth, hanging on her chest, covering a bit of spring light.

Herta took the doll representing Bai Xuan, looked at the boy in the photo for a while, then put it down on the table, and pressed it against the side of her face as a pillow.

Then, she maintained this posture and continued to watch the Foundation's next move.

The picture in the monitoring room was not very clear, but it did not prevent the audience from recognizing the true body of the containment object.

"Looks like a peanut, head is very big, face painting is very weird... Yes, this is 173!"

"173 cannot move when directly stared at; 173 will move and has high hostility; 173 will twist the neck of D-class personnel in the room once not directly stared at... I understand, 'SCP-173' = 'Black Moon' = Supreme Divinity!"

"I am a machine, I understand the 'Anti-Organic Equation,' so I = Emperor, please support me with 388118 credits, wait for me to win the resurrection match, and I will seal you as the Grand General of the Expeditionary Force."

"I support the Emperor ≠ I want to pay money, killed in seconds!"

Of course, seeing 173 in the laboratory was only one of the reasons why the audience got excited.

If they saw 682, it is estimated that the screen would be full of question marks.

Another reason is that this represents that 173 is an "anomaly" artificially created by the Foundation.

This is enough to prove that in addition to reality benders, divinities, and Supreme Divinities, when galactic civilizations master certain technologies and methodologies, it is also possible to replicate numerous containment objects.

Don't look at the Foundation putting a lot of mouth-watering good things on the shelves in the "Big Game" store, but even the "Interastral Peace Corporation" cannot shop wantonly.

Not to mention unlocking the Foundation's technology tree.

Because players soon discovered a headache-inducing fact.

— The research points in the "Foundation Big Game" are only necessarily obtained by first-pass players.

After all the released containment object files are 100% unlocked, if you want to get research points again.

Either brush the level again and again, betting on the probability of dropping;

Either improve personal level, open level treasure chests, and then bet on the probability of dropping;

Or run around on the incomparably huge map to trigger hidden plots.

Such a mechanism leads to an inevitable result — if a civilization wants to rely on the whole people playing games to achieve civilization-level transition, it will take at least a hundred years.

Therefore, when the audience saw that 173 was created by the Foundation, they were so excited and excited.

"But why does it feel like this 173 is a bit different from the 173 in the game? This color is deeper, and the painting on the head is also more regular."

"Maybe this is a prototype? The later ones are mass-produced?"

D-0650 returned to his loyal laboratory with his two unlucky partners from last time.

But saying "unlucky" is a bit exaggerated.

That group of white coats just pranked them once, letting a somewhat cute containment object scare them.

According to his observation, when a D-class personnel is selected to participate in a containment object test, the probability of survival is no more than 10%.

God knows why this group of little bastards in the Foundation always thinks about killing some people or causing some destruction.

Sitting together to drink tea, eat some snacks, and show off their extraordinary power... isn't that good?

Being named to participate in the test this time, D-0650 initially felt that he was probably dead, and the Goddess of Luck would not always favor one person.

But when he heard the numbers of the other two D-class personnel and was brought to the laboratory door from last time.

He realized that the Goddess of Luck might have taken a fancy to him.

Before entering the laboratory, a researcher told them:

"You have already participated in a test once, you know very well what to do, I won't say much."

Subsequently, they were pushed into the laboratory and locked up with a guy who looked a bit ugly and cute.

"Is this the guy to be tested this time? It looks really strange," a D-class personnel said.

His number was D-1919, and the other was D-0810.

Following D-1919's words, D-0650's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and his gaze fell on the statue standing motionless in the corner of the room.

Unlike that pitch-black doll, this guy always made him feel uneasy in his heart.

Its head, body, and limbs were disproportionate; rather than some postmodern art, it was better to say it referred to a malformed freak.

And the mottled spray paint traces on its surface looked even more sinister under the laboratory lights.

"You said why they want us to keep staring at it?" D-0810 asked, he was the first person to rest.

"Moving the gaze away should be a trigger condition for some mechanism, just like that doll last time, when no one could 'stare' at it, it started running around," D-0650 stared, speculating.

"But we watched that doll being born, this statue is not..." D-1919 pinched his upper eyelid, "Before us, no one stared at it, right?"

"Mm."

D-0650 nodded slightly, which was indeed a huge difference between the two experiments.

And, he suddenly remembered a point that had been ignored before:

The black doll didn't make any sound when moving, and didn't destroy the explosion-proof glass, as if it had teleported out directly.

"This containment object... it has no way to complete teleportation?"

"What did you say?" D-1919 turned to look at D-0650 after changing shifts, exercising his hands and feet.

"I'm wondering why the Foundation didn't lock this big guy in explosion-proof glass..." D-0650 replied.

"I don't know either," D-0810 spread his hands and shrugged.

Afterward, no one spoke again.

The three of them stood silently in three corners, taking turns staring at the statue in the fourth corner, waiting for the arrival of darkness.

Nothing extra was left in the laboratory, whether it was for counterattack or lighting, all were cleaned up.

Enduring the dead silence, listening to the constantly thickening breathing, and the occasional swallowing sound.

D-0650 felt like a mouse blocked in a corner by a cat, death was wandering in front of him, ready to drag him away at any time.

Just then, the world in his eyes faded away, leaving only a little outline on the retina.

And at that last moment, he seemed to see the statue turn its body, look at D-1919 who was closest to it, and reveal a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

The next moment.

The dark, boundless, cold, dead world appeared in his eyes, and the light was completely far away from here.

"Da, da, da..."

A series of heavy footsteps sounded quickly, which was definitely not a sound that human weight could make.

D-0650 came back to his senses, the weird statue started to act, just as the Foundation needed to test.

He held his breath, even his heartbeat tried to suppress, fearing that a little movement would lead that thing to himself.

Click — snap — gurgle gurgle...

After the creepy sound of skin tearing and bones breaking, there was the sound of a spherical object falling to the ground, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

His heart skipped a beat, and in D-0650's mind, the terrifying picture of D-1919 having his neck twisted and his head rolling on the ground had appeared uncontrollably.

That head that had lost its torso rolled and rolled, rolling in front of him, the eyes that died without closing, through the darkness, looked at himself unwillingly, as if asking: ===== CHAPTER 942 =====