"I never violated my promise."

The black-haired young man walked to the blonde loli and knelt down.

"We said yes, you don't mess with things. I will give you a comfortable, human-free environment. I am gratified that you did not continue to escape the containment facility after breaking free from the "collar". It seems that we have reached a preliminary consensus. I think it won’t take long for us to become "friends"..."

The blonde loli snorted softly.

"Walking from one iron box to another iron box is not bad except that there are no humans, there is no difference, let alone it seems that you have given me a great favor."

"I like your straightforwardness, little lizard."

Bringing the blonde loli to the room on the lower floor, I don't know if it was Rope's illusion. After seeing the completely different luxurious environment, 682's expression changed a bit.

Only for a moment.

She patted the big bed covered with soft quilts.

"With this arrangement, do you want me to keep this look forever?"

"What's wrong?" Rope asked rhetorically.

"Your original body shape can't be used in this room, and the energy consumption of this body should be less than your large lizard form..."

"Pretend to be less. You can feel the **** pheromone that I emit, and I can feel yours. It's just your pure preference to keep me in this shape."

"...I want to take back the sentence that I like your straightforwardness."

The room fell silent, and the blonde loli put the soft bed in use, she just sat on the carpet with her eyes closed, her tail flat on the side.

After a while, 682 opened his azure blue eyes again.

"I have walked into the cage. Does it make sense for you to stay here?"

"Maybe we can have a chat?"

Ropera passed a chair and sat on the opposite side of 682.

Blonde Lolita sneered.

"I don't think there is anything to chat with you. If you can't control the desire to reproduce, just continue to break my teeth and break my limbs. That way, in my current form, it will be very good in a short time." Cooperate with" you. "

"Do you have to bring these spikes?"

"Heh. Your gentleness now only depends on my appearance. If I appeared in my original appearance, you wouldn't say such a thing."

Blonde loli closed her eyes.

"Your actions, your words, after I close my eyes, it seems that a human being is sitting in front of me...makes me sick."

SCP-682 hates humans the most, the second hates are humans, and the third hates are still humans. As if it was born to kill the human species.

"You are right, but I don't think there is anything worth saying about it. The pursuit of "beauty" is the nature of creatures, and I am no exception. "

Like Doraemon, Luo Pei took a lollipop from his jacket pocket and threw it in 682's arms.

"Eat, it's the last one."

The blonde Lolita picked it up silently, not even interested in tearing the paper clothes on the lollipop, and threw it into her mouth, chewing wildly.

"Want to talk about why you hate humans?" Rope asked.

"Do you need a reason to hate something?"

"unnecessary."

"Me too. I hate them and kill them until the last human being on this planet is extinct, or until I have been researched out by humans to kill them."

After speaking, the blonde loli's expression became very irritable, and her tail kept wagging.

Rope could not understand this obsession.

Then again, it is naturally an "abnormal creature", no matter how strange it is, it is a matter of course. In contrast to the various demons in the multiverse, SCP-682's desire to exterminate humans can only be regarded as pediatrics.

In the classics, there was once an occultist who sacrificed the entire world of human beings to the evil god-the process was far more painful and terrifying than the 682's simple killing.

"What if you kill humans? What will you do without a target?" Luo Pei asked again.

"have not thought."

"Don't you feel lonely?"

"Will not."

"Hey! Wasn't it quite talkative just now. Would you die if you speak too much human language?"

"Will not."

The conversation froze.

Just like stepping on her minefield accidentally, 682 had a rare chat, and immediately killed the sky.

However, Rope became more interested in 682.

Unlike Tomie Kawakami, who loves vanity, and Anshiju who cares about his compatriots, SCP-682 is more pure. He seemed to be talking to a standard but rational Cthulhu monster, with a kind of inexplicable intimacy, and it was definitely not brought by **** pheromone and soul resonance.

Afterwards, the blonde loli who had finished chewing the sweets ignored him no matter how much the black-haired youth brought up the topic. She even lay on the ground, as if she was about to enter a deep sleep state.

Rope shook his head and gave up his intention to continue chatting with 682.

-Didi.

The sound of the room door opening and closing almost joined together.

Blond Lolita opened her blue pupil slightly after Luo Pei left, and immediately closed it again.

"A powerful stupid guy who resists **** pheromone and the resonance of the soul, and then shoots that bullet, so that your hope of keeping me safe will also come true. If you do this, you would want to be friends with me... stupid. ..."

But what exactly is a friend...

The immortal lizard with high intelligence certainly understands the meaning of this word in human language.

But she, who had already been filled with battles and killings, still couldn't imagine what it would be like to use this word on her.

Like that guy, what a stupid word!

Chapter 40 The Fall of the First Work, a Prelude to the Killing

Although the small island where the Asian branch of the SCP Foundation is located is called "small island", it is actually not small at all. The underground research room in the center, the shelter of 682 where Kevin is located, and the three sub-institutes scattered around the corners of the island, it can be described as a complete set of internal organs.