"It seems that it has been completely wiped out. I don't feel the aura of living "human beings" in this building. "

"It was so lucky to let "that thing" enter the confined space, I suddenly realized God's malice..."

Wingate's lament came from the walkie-talkie, and the report of the situation caused the old man to feel a heartfelt headache.

Rope didn't want to talk nonsense with Wingate.

"Send someone yours to bring the containment procedure over, and I will take it out in twenty minutes."

"In fact, I still insist on using Mobile Task Force, Lord Rope. If it is in a confined space, as long as it is not paying attention to it..." Wingate suggested slightly uneasy.

He didn't want any accidents from Rope, this was a century-long wish and the source of salvation in this world.

Compared with the "Savior", the precious mobile task forces of the SCP Foundation, in Wingate Pisley's eyes, are no different from garbage, and they are all renewable consumables.

"That will waste a long time. It is enough for you to do your own thing."

Crushed the walkie-talkie, Rope stepped into the gloomy dilapidated building.

Existing here is SCP-173, code-named "statue", grade "Euclid", these intelligence black-haired youths are known through conversations with Wingate on the road.

SCP-173 is a very special number.

It does not refer to its ability and power. As SCP's containment object, in the data in Rope's mind, SCP-173 was the first to be set. After that, through its good start, the setting of the SCP Foundation gradually appeared, and slowly multiplied into a complete HTC world.

——The prototype, the first work, the starting point of everything, the foundation kanban girl.

This is known to only Rope in this world, and is a title attached to SCP-173's head.

But unfortunately, no matter how famous and curious this containment object is, it is synonymous with trouble at this moment. Wingate's ally, the mother of the island's powerless time machine Makise Kurisu, it is impossible for Rope to allow it to mess around on the island just because of his "interest".

In the flickering corridor, the black-haired young man walked forward.

The ground was stained red, and it was only the first floor, and fully armed soldiers were everywhere. Their methods of death were very uniform, and their heads were twisted by huge external forces. Some corpses even had a slight surprise on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that they had died like this.

SCP-173's abilities are simple and terrifying.

When someone looks at it, 173 is just an ordinary statue.

However, as long as someone diverts their eyes, even if it is a moment, an instant, blinking an eye, 173 will move behind the opponent at an incredible speed, and then quickly start the act of twisting the head.

Of course, this ability is not unlimited. There are many restrictions. For example, SCP-173 cannot move in an open environment. When there are more than two people, as long as one person is watching SCP-173 and the other person blinks, nothing will happen... if If these soldiers knew this, Rope would probably not be able to deal with 173.

——But this is the SCP Foundation.

In a place where secrecy is more important than human lives, permissions are divided layer by layer, and without permission, it is impossible to know the details of SCP's containment. Makise Kurisu knew about "Anomalous-023" and a lot of information from the SCP Foundation just after joining because of Rope. This is a special case. Other researchers who are normally recruited even before officially came into contact with the job. It is difficult to know what the contents are.

In this dangerous world, not everyone has cheated like Rope.

Therefore, this group of soldiers died worthlessly.

"At least, you can think that you are fighting to death while protecting the world..."

Rope murmured, he kicked a soldier blocking the stairs and strode towards the second floor.

In the sound of electric sparks, his footsteps were extremely clear, echoing in this haunted building.

On the second floor, there are more corpses, not only soldiers, but also the original staff in the console.

Every door in the room was open, and the black-haired young man did not slow down, just walking around in a leisurely manner looking for his goal.

No, no, no, no--

In the last room at the end of the second-floor corridor, Rope habitually glanced, preparing to turn around and walk to the third floor.

Suddenly, the black-haired youth who turned his head reacted and his blue eyes widened.

The image remaining in the vision, beside the table in the room, there is a statue standing quietly.

It is about two meters high, it seems to be made of concrete and steel, and contains traces of Krylon brand spray paint. Although its pale green eyes cannot move, it still gives people a feeling of being watched.

-SCP-173.

It's there.

The black-haired youth wanted to take back the movement of turning his head, but the shift of attention was still caught by 173.

Just like a bloodthirsty wolf, at the moment the ability to activate the condition is reached, SCP-173 moves behind Rope at the speed of space jump.

Ignore the body of steel and iron.

The statue seems to have been specialized in the concept of "twisting the neck", rotating Rope's head 360 degrees in a full circle.

But this alone can't kill a Naffili.

The blood of war works, and the damage received quickly regenerates.

Luo Peisi did not slow down, and knocked the statue flying out with one blow. Accompanied by the sound of crushing walls, 173 smashed through at least five walls during the flight, and did not insert it until it encountered a hard load-bearing wall.

——Boom!

The building was shaking, and the lime from the ceiling kept shaking off, like snowflakes.

After correcting his head, Rope stared at SCP-173 intently, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You like surprises, the big star of the SCP Foundation."

"..."

No answer, SCP-173 is a containment item with no language ability.

Being watched again, 173 changed back to an ordinary statue, losing its vitality and staying motionless in the wall.

What makes people feel uncomfortable is that the frontal bearing Luo Pei's strength is far beyond human, 173 not to mention the injury, even the epidermis is not necessarily cracked, incredible hardness.

‘Ape, be careful, this 173 may be a little different from the information I gave you... it’s weird. ’Rarely, Acelia reminded him in Rope's mind.

"I can see it."

Rope didn't look away from the static statue.

In the air, the weird and cold atmosphere not only did not disappear, but intensified.

Chapter 44 The Unopenable Shell, the Dark Creature in the Statue

SCP-173 will be unable to take any action after being watched, which SCP Foundation researchers have proven with the lives of countless D-class personnel.

It stands to reason that Rope, who can stay unblinking for a long time, should now pick up the statue and walk out of the building to complete the unexpected overtime that he can say that he is self-sustaining.