The Password

The man died after saying this. Zhang Jue placed him in a better position on the ground and sighed, "I don't need to tell you what to do with the Riddler."

The appearance of this interrogator had provided Zhang Jue with no clear information, but he was a vital clue on his own. Something quite dangerous did exist on this site, and it seemed to have sped up the process after his and Yang Xue's arrival. I wonder if that was the reason they forced themselves to explore these two buildings.

As for the man's last words - Don't trust him?

Who was he? The clues Zhang Jue had so far were too few to deduce.

As he was thinking, a sound suddenly came from inside the room once again. Zhang Jue squinted his eyes, and this time he heard it clearly coming from some cabinet. He cautiously approached the cabinet step by step. The sound of rustling can be heard from inside.

Zhang Jue did not hesitate. He momentarily pulled the cabinet door open with a swift and made the first move. Even if a ghost was hidden inside, he would probably be startled. But there is no ghost inside. There was no one there either.

In the empty cabinet, a walkie-talkie lay quietly inside. It was a flashing red light. It was the style used by the Foundation, and the red light meant that the power was low. Zhang Jue picked up the walkie-talkie and listened first. But when he got close to it, the walkie-talkie made no more sound.

Whose walkie-talkie was this? Is it the guy from earlier? Intuitively, it should not be. This walkie-talkie seemed to have been placed here on purpose.

Zhang Jue pressed the speech button, "This is Special Advisor Zhang Jue of the SCP Foundation, is anyone there?"

No one responded. But that was to be expected. It would be a hell of a thing if anyone really dared to answer. Zhang Jue put the walkie-talkie in his pocket and continued his search in the building.

After a period of exploration, Zhang Jue found that most of the rooms in this building were archive rooms. There were various bookshelves that apparently kept a considerable amount of paper materials. But all of these materials had been emptied.

Having so much Antimeme Information was worthy of being the last Head of the Antimemetic Division in the world. But they still hadn't escaped the fate of the Antimemetic SCP, and Zhang Jue felt a little strange as he traveled along.

It was true that an Antimemetic SCP caused this, but the question was. What SCP was contained here? And where was the containment room?

At this moment, he had arrived at the roof of the building on the right. Zhang Jue had thought he could see some of the containment rooms after he brought SCP-714 with him, but there were none.

He had already searched the main building and the building on the right side by all of them, and the building on the left side had been searched by him for the last time. Although he didn't enter every room, the features of the containment rooms were evident, and he didn't find any similar structures along the way.

He entered the elevator and wanted to see if the building had floors that extended downward. The Foundation's usual routine contained some dangerous items on the ground floor. But there wasn't either.

Zhang Jue scratched his head and was about to take off his shoes when he suddenly saw a large iron door. It was the same as the one on the left floor. He had lost his memory last time after using his long sword to cut through the iron door.

Zhang Jue looked at the floor, and it said 13F. He didn't act rashly but took the elevator down to the ground floor and came to the main floor. It was also on the 13th floor.

Sure enough, there was a similar room in the same location on the main floor.

"Tsk." Zhang Jue cupped his chin. Standing outside the iron door on the 13th floor of the main building.

There was an iron door on the 13th floor of all three buildings. He didn't believe that it was only a coincidence.

But the question came, what was inside?

Zhang Jue summoned the long black sword. Shone it at that gate a few times, spit on it, and returned to take the elevator again. Since he had already opened the door to the left building, only a fool would take the risk again.

He went to the building on the left. Like the building on the right, the building on the left had many bodies that he hadn't seen before. But Zhang Jue was no longer interested in examining them all.

He took the elevator and made his way to the 13th floor. After seeing that room, Zhang Jue slowed down his pace. They had found it there before because a black shadow had followed them all the way, and until now, he hadn't known if the other party was a friend or foe.

The main door had been split open by him, but it was hidden. Zhang Jue peered inside through the gap. It was white and seemed to be a fog, making it impossible for him to see what was going on inside.

"Fuck!" Zhang Jue cursed.

It looked like he had to go in. Last time, what had happened had made him very unhappy, and losing his memory in a place like this was very dangerous. But this time, he had brought along his SCP-714. He summoned the Dragon Crystal again and held it in his hand. If this didn't make him immune to what was inside, then there was nothing he could do. With everything ready, Zhang Jue stepped in and walked inside.

As his feet stepped into the room, he suddenly felt a sinking in his head. It was as if someone had knocked his head with a heavy object. His thinking suddenly became sluggish. I don't know if it was the negative effects of SCP-714 gradually starting to show if it was affected by this room or both.

But the good thing was that he didn't lose consciousness directly like the first time. Zhang Jue slowly walked toward the inside of the room.

The room was small, and it was filled with white gas. Zhang Jue sniffed it, and it smelled like amnestic gas. But it should have been diluted. It seemed to be artificial. Someone didn't want anyone else to get close to the room.

But Zhang Jue was now wearing SCP-714 and had the Dragon Crystal as a mental boost, so the diluted amnestic gas was no longer effective against him. Zhang Jue cautiously walked toward the center of the room.

There was a giant disc there. The edges were marked with various symbols containing English letters and numbers. It was like the number pad of an old-fashioned telephone, which seemed to be dialable. It only took Zhang Jue a fraction of a second to confirm what this thing did - it was a code pad.

Something would happen as long as the pad was pressed according to a certain pattern.

What would the password be?

Zhang Jue cupped his chin and tried to think. He was now under the double effects of this room and SCP-714, and his thinking speed was probably not even half of what it normally was. It couldn't be the 123456 that was common all over the world.

He tried it casually. When the password was pressed, some small pointer next to it suddenly pointed from 5 to 4.

What the hell was that again? Zhang Jue frowned.

But now was not the time to worry about that. He continued to test the code.

He pressed Site-237, a few more characters on the pad in order. With a soft click, the little pointer pointed from 4 to 3 again. This time Zhang Jue knew that this thing was a failure counter. It looked like he only had three more chances now. If he failed to guess three times, it went without saying that something bad would definitely happen. He had to be cautious.

Then he thought of the English word for Antimemetics and tried it again. The result was still incorrect. By this time, that little pointer was pointing to 2. He only had one chance left to make a mistake. If he got it wrong again, there would be no way back.

What was it exactly?

Zhang Jue cupped his chin and began to think. He was having a hard time when suddenly a sound came from his pocket. The walkie-talkie he had picked up went off. It emitted a sound. The sound was very harsh, like fingernails scratching a glass blackboard, and the frequency made people very uncomfortable.

Zhang Jue frowned slightly. It had affected his thinking. He just wanted to turn off the intercom, but the next second. He stopped the movement of his hand. It was because the noise from the intercom seemed to be regular.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and listened carefully. After filtering out the noise, he found that it was Morse code. Shit, So that's what the Foundation people use. Zhang Jue cursed, then quickly wrote down the Morse code coming from inside.

"-. -." (c)

"...." (h)

"." (e)

". -" (a)

"-" (t)

Throughout the syllable, there is a repetition of the word. Cheat. Zhang Jue's English was not very good, but this word was so short that he should have known it, but he just couldn't remember it.

After a while, Zhang Jue remembered that the word meant "cheat". Cheat?

Zhang Jue looked at it and then pressed the word on the code pad. With a miracle, there was a click. Thinking he had made another mistake, Zhang Jue looked at the small pointer next to him and found that the pointer on it hadn't moved, still pointing to the number two.

He tried to turn the code dial, but this time, he couldn't. The clicking sound just now should have been some device inside activating and unlocking something.

Did this mean he finally did something?

Zhang Jue looked left and right. But after he finished typing, nothing happened. He felt as if he'd been set up.

He picked up that walkie-talkie, "Hello, is anyone there? What should I do next?"

Zhang Jue's voice was loud and echoed throughout the room. But no matter how much he shouted, the rustling sound inside the intercom never sounded again, leaving only an irregular, busy tone.

"Damn it, don't you know how to send the Buddha to the West?" Zhang Jue cursed.

It seems that he could only rely on himself.

"Shit, really."

After a minute of quiet reflection, Zhang Jue then reacted. There were three rooms on this site. Of course, all three passwords needed to be entered correctly for it to work. It seemed that because of the effects of SCP-714, his brain was indeed a bit sluggish.

Thinking of this, he picked up the intercom and ran over to the building on the right again. When he reached the 13th floor, he didn't hesitate to summon his long black sword and split open the thick iron door.

Like the inside of the building on the left, the room was filled with memory-erasing gas. But Zhang Jue kept his footsteps and made his way to the center of the room. The same pad, the same password.

Without thinking, Zhang Jue directly followed the result he got last time and entered cheat. With a soft click. The little pointer next to it pointed from 5 to 4.

Obviously, the password was not correct. In fact, the reason is very simple, if the password of the three buildings is the same. There is no need to build three rooms, right?

Obviously, the negative effects of wearing SCP-714 for a long time have become more obvious. He has begun to make some low-level mistakes. If it continues like this, in a few hours, if he does not take SCP-174 off, he may have dementia.

What is the password?

Zhang Jue was torn when the walkie-talkie suddenly rang again. This time Zhang Jue was sure that someone must be helping him. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly takes notes of the new password.

"-. -." (c)

"... -" (u)

"-..." (n)

"-..." (n)

"..." (i)

"... -" (n)

"--..." (g)

Cunning.

It didn't seem to be a good word like the last Morse code. But Zhang Jue couldn't care less. He was now in a race against time, and he decisively typed the word into the password pad. There was a click. The password was correct.

The something here was also locked. Then there was only one left. Zhang Jue headed for the main building again. This time, he had run back and forth between the three buildings for an unknown number of trips. He would not have knocked Yang Xue out so early if he had known about it.

This is a good thing. The one who suffers from the pain and suffering of running around is himself. The one who lost their brain cells is still himself.

Soon, Zhang Jue came to the 13th floor of the main building. The same iron door was opened by cutting through it. This time Zhang Jue did not waste his brain cells. When he arrived at the pad, he already had his walkie-talkie out.

"Brother, I've arrived." He said, "Faster! Faster!" Sure enough, a familiar sound came through, and Zhang Jue memorized it carefully.

"... -." (f)

"---" (o)

". -." (r)

The secret of this place will be solved soon by Zhang Jue. After the third letter was passed, the walkie-talkie in his hand suddenly emitted a beep, followed by a red light that flashed and finally went out. The walkie-talkie went to silence.

The battery ran out?

Zhang Jue stared blankly at the walkie-talkie, and it was only a few seconds later that he reacted to what had happened.

"Damn it!"

He had the thought to slam the walkie-talkie to the ground but then immediately withdrew his hand. Then immediately took out his hand-cranked generator from his own Pocket Dimension. The effects of the SCP-714 were becoming apparent and had affected his judgment.

The walkie-talkie charged up after a few minutes, and Zhang Jue turned it on again.

"Brother, are you still there?" Zhang Jue shouted.

"Dong Missy Dong Missy, this is Dong Quang, this is Dong Quang. Please respond when you hear me, please respond when you hear me, Oh Lord-"

"Tiger Guardian is ready right now."

But this time, no matter how he shouted. The other side was like a girl who hung up on the phone and no longer responded. Zhang Jue remembered the code again. Sure enough, it was still only himself who was the most reliable.

There were already three letters. Zhang Jue guessed what would follow. For what? For you?

Yes, that must be it!

Zhang Jue thought about it, and with his vocabulary. That was the only word he could come up with. Oh, there was more. There were five chances anyway. It wasn't like you'd get fucked if you tried it. Zhang Jue rattled off a few letters at a time.

Even he didn't have any hope. But that was how things were sometimes. You just have to take the risk, and it's the correct answer. With a click, something has unlocked within the building.

Not even waiting for Zhang Jue to celebrate. The entire building began to shake.