Although the newborn individuals created by the Queen Bee will imitate the original owner for some simple social interactions, such as templated smiles and greetings, etc., but like this, creating a light spot to attract the attention of people passing by is definitely more than these " The IQ of "Worker Bee".

Ji Lu and the others suddenly became cautious.

Several people approached the door cautiously.

The structure of the door is exactly the same as the one where the canned food family was found earlier.

They looked in through the bulletproof glass-encrusted peeping window, and then they spotted the person who greeted them.

There is light in the room because someone lit two candles near the door.

The person in the room also saw the people in the corridor, nodded to them, and gestured to the five people to open the door.

Ji Shu and the others looked at each other, then nodded.

Mo Tiangen took a while to break the door lock.

The people in the room pushed the door open a small slit, beckoned to them, and motioned Ji Shu to come in and talk.

The quintuplets entered the room.

This is a suite of about 20 square meters. It is divided into two parts: a living room and a lounge. Cameras are installed at the four corners of the ceiling. Apart from a large number of books, this room can be said to be featureless. The model houses in the sales office are messed up everywhere, all of them are traces of fierce fighting and destruction, some dried up blood, and a large pool of dark gray-green viscose.

"Just sit down."

The owner of the house motioned Ji Xuan to find a place to sit down by themselves, and then slowly walked to a low cabinet, took out a few candles and lit them to make the house more open and bright.

Mo Tiangen helped up the overturned couch and sat on it with the Fan family.

Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo sat side by side on a two-seater sofa next to them.

"You should have seen it too, I am a humanoid SCP."

After lighting the candle, the owner dragged an armchair and sat across from a few people, "My number is SCP611."

SCP611, in the archives of the Foundation, is named "The Self-Healer".

He is described as a male Xia Guo aged about 80 years old, with self-healing ability, no matter how many injuries are suffered, even if the heart is pierced by a sharp weapon, the wound will heal in a short time, presumably the only one can kill His method was to chop off his head.

It's just that when Ji Tuan did see this old man named "self-healer" by the Foundation, he felt that his appearance was much older than he thought.

The old man’s face was wrinkled, his hair was all white, his facial features were stacked together. The whole person was extremely thin. The skin was dry and cracked due to lack of moisture and fatty tissue, and it felt that there was almost a layer of skin wrapped around the bones.

Had it not been for the old man who had reported the SCP number himself, and Ji Lu had indeed read the archives, he would have never imagined that such a dying old man turned out to be an elderly version of Wolverine who could heal himself no matter how many injuries he suffered.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

Fan Luming said.

Even the practice of the SCP Foundation is to never treat the containment as an independent, living, and right-to-survival "person". The Fan brother faced what he suffered when he was an old man who was old enough to be his grandfather. Education still made him use honorifics naturally.

The old man smiled at him and nodded, "Please speak."

"As far as I know, you don't have special abilities other than self-healing ability, do you?"

Fan Luming asked:

"So, how did you survive these few days?"

The old man stretched out his hand and opened his clothes. "Look at this."

With the help of the light of the candle, Ji Xuan and the others saw the old man's scars all over his chest and abdomen.

Those scars are really too many, as dense as a canvas of post-modern style, many of the wounds are straight to the point at a glance, falling on ordinary people, at least seventeen or eight times.

The scars on the chest and abdomen of the elderly vary in color. Most of them seem to be a few years old, but some are very fresh.

Among all the scars, the most conspicuous one, which runs from the right lower abdomen to the left front chest, almost broke his whole body. The scar is red and purple, and it is obviously protruding from the skin, with a little bit of light. Obviously, the scab has just grown.

"That thing outside..."

The old man put down his clothes and pointed towards the door of the room:

"I don't know what it is, but I have noticed that it emits light waves about every twelve hours at the beginning, and every time it emits light waves, it generates another ‘I’ and attacks me."

As he said, he reached out and took a notebook from the coffee table, turned one of the pages, and handed it over, "Later, the interval of light waves from it began to become shorter. The last two times were probably only less than six hours apart. That's it."

Ji Lu took the notebook and looked at it. It turned out that it turned out to be the time of each light wave recorded by the old man.

Since SCP104 breached containment and Site 7 fell, the Queen Bee has emitted a total of eleven light waves. For the first two days, about twice a day, it gradually became five times in two days. In the last two times, the interval has changed. It's even shorter, only five hours and forty-six minutes.

"The last light wave was emitted four and a half hours ago..."

Ji Lu looked down at his watch, frowned and said to several companions:

"According to this speculation, in about an hour, the queen bee will emit light waves again."

If they were just new-born individuals, Ji Lu and the others would still be able to solve it without much effort.

But if the time for the emergence of new-born individuals is not good, for example, if they are busy dealing with the intractable SCP creatures like the beauty snake, then the problem is big.

Ren Jianmo and others understood what Ji Lu meant, and nodded lightly, indicating that they knew.

"However, although they copied my appearance, they are not immortal like me."

The old man looked at the messed up room and laughed at himself:

"So, every time they appear, I can only fight with them, and then kill them...Of course, I get severely injured each time, but I still survived."

He raised his skinny hand and pointed to a pool of gray-green viscous by the bed:

"The last'me' died there."

At this point, Ji Shu and the others finally understood.

The SCP611 self-healing person has been living to the present by constantly fighting with his own new individuals and eventually killing them with his almost immortal vitality. But he couldn't leave this containment room, and he didn't dare to go out, so he waited here for a full four and a half days, until Ji Shu and the others came.

"I hope you can take me away."

The old man folded his hands, a pair of muddy eyes swept one by one in front of the five young people:

"However, I hope you can set me free after you take me away from Site 7."

Ji Shu and his four companions looked at each other, and then he shook his head.

"no."

He neither wanted to deceive the old man nor made false promises, so he told the truth:

"Old man, we can take you out, but we must return you to the foundation."

The old man tilted his head slightly and focused his gaze on Ji Shu. On his aging face, there was no hatred or resentment, only the calm and rationality after the years had settled.

"I actually have a vague feeling..."

The self-healing person said, "You are not really foundation staff, because your temperament is different from the foundation staff I've been in contact with."

As he said, he raised his hand and swayed it gently to stop Fan Hemian's question.

"I know that you are very strong, stronger than anyone I have ever met, and your experience is much richer than your appearance, and... I even have a feeling that you probably don't belong to'here' at all... "

The old man bent his eyes and laughed with deep crow's feet, "I mean, you may come from another ‘place’."

He added a slight tone to the word "place", which suddenly complicated its meaning.

Ji Lu jumped in his heart, but only a faint smile on his face, and asked noncommittal, "Really?"

"I was discovered by the SCP Foundation and taken to Site 7 for more than five years. I have been living in this room for the past few years. Apart from books, I have no access to any other entertainment, nor are I allowed to learn about it. All information from the outside world."

The old man said in a calm tone, slowly:

"In the past few years, I must continue to cooperate with the research on Site 7. Researchers will draw my blood and bone marrow every week, and use knives, sharp cones, sticks and even guns to injure various parts of my body, and then Record the healing time of each wound..."

His voice was so calm that Ji Yu felt inexplicably that the old man was not selling miserably, but merely stating an established fact.

"So, I want to leave here, go incognito and escape to a place that the Foundation can't find, and live a peaceful life."

When the old man said this, the corners of his lips curled up and his tone became more gentle:

"It's not just me...'he' thinks so too."

The colloquial Chinese "he" does not distinguish between men and women, and Ji Lu can't guess who the old man is talking about for a while.

"So, shall we make a deal?"

In the dim candlelight, through the turbid cornea, Ji Xing felt that he could see the keenness and wisdom hidden in the old man, "I tell you a way to become stronger, but you have to take us away, and Set us free, okay?"

As soon as the voice of the self-healing person fell, the faces of several people couldn't help but change slightly.

"...You just said'we'?"

Ji Lu tried to ask:

"Anyone besides you?"

"Yes, there is one more."

While answering, the old man stood up, walked to a bookcase against the wall, and took out a basket from inside.

Then he lifted the gauze covering the basket and showed the contents to several guests.

Ji Shu and they saw a fluffy, snow-white rabbit.

"introduce."

The old man said: "It's SCP826, Snow Rabbit."