Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 121: Infiltrating in Disguise

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Infiltrating in Disguise

Though it was a company that manufactured fake identities, it nevertheless managed to survive in such an environment, thanks to its own ways of sustaining itself.

Its main clientele included officials whose lives were threatened, officers on undercover missions, as well as some seasoned detectives and celebrities who wished to disappear from public view, among others.

The company declined to serve regular people, those in special professions, and individuals with a shady past.

Even detectives like Wen Wen needed several years of experience and a good reputation before they could utilize the company’s services.

Furthermore, the Super Copy Paper Company was very willing to cooperate with Federation work. Should the Federation have a need, security departments and special agencies above a certain level could access the specific data of certain clients.

Therefore, the identities created by this company were only meant to be concealed from the ordinary agencies of the Federation and the general public.

Thinking of leveraging an identity created by this company to stir up trouble would end up making one’s death quite unpleasant.

When Wen Wen started out in his career, there had been a senior detective who, believing in the company’s great power, tried to extort a top Federation boss using a fake identity. Then... he simply vanished from the face of the Earth.

So, Wen Wen understood that although he could make use of the identities provided by the company, he shouldn’t take them too seriously.

If it weren’t because the entire Federation’s fake identity business was monopolized by this company, and only SCP Company’s fake identities could serve a certain purpose, Wen Wen would have stopped using identities from this company long ago.

Wen Wen didn’t plan to use this identity for theft; he just wanted to enter the museum with it to ascertain what that object was.

After waiting for several hours, Wen Wen received the item he wanted at a copy shop under SCP Company in Furong River City.

The identity provided to Wen Wen was that of a somewhat famous detective novelist, who liked to call himself a great literary master.

One could even find information on this person online, but those details were actually fabricated. They wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny for long, but they would suffice for a few days.

After that, Wen Wen smoothly purchased some fake mustaches and other disguises, skillfully transforming his appearance—a basic qualification for every detective.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Wen Wen furrowed his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Initially, he wanted to transform himself into a middle-aged uncle with a dignified presence, but why did he now seem to have the likeness of a Staffordshire bull terrier?

After all, his eyes were somewhat small...

Then, Wen Wen washed off the makeup and started over. After fiddling for more than two hours, he finally nodded in near satisfaction.

"Hmm, this is more like it."

The person now reflected in the mirror was a middle-aged man with a rich scholarly aura and even a bit of handsomeness.

After all, apart from his small eyes, Wen Wen’s other features were relatively attractive.

Once he donned an appropriate suit, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and rented a nice car, Wen Wen made his way to Kewei Museum.

Upon arrival at the entrance, Wen Wen was stopped by a security guard, who needed to verify his identity.

The museum opened only one day a week, allowing entry solely to individuals with certain credentials, and today happened to be that open day.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?"

"No, but I’ve heard that Kewei Museum houses many priceless treasures. As I’m visiting here, it would be amiss to pass up this opportunity," said Wen Wen with a charming voice, using the vocal tone of a rather famous middle-aged male star. It was magnetic enough to slightly intoxicate the guard.

The guard scrutinized Wen Wen’s attire and then placed the proof of identity on a small device. After confirming it was correct, he allowed Wen Wen to proceed and visit the museum.

After all, it was just a museum; the security checks wouldn’t be extremely stringent.

There were quite a few people visiting the museum now, wandering around the not-so-large space and occasionally making small talk with those next to them.

Among them, some had visited numerous times, although there was no need for so many visits since this was not a large museum.

For most, the aim of their visit was merely to curry favor with Zhang Kewei or to use the venue as a social platform.

Therefore, Wen Wen, who was genuinely interested in observing the exhibits, stood out among these sightseers.

Despite his appearance of a cultured man, everyone knew ... well, about his temperament.

Frankly, the primary reason he had managed to keep under wraps until now was largely thanks to the Guile Tree Spirit’s abilities.

Those abilities made it much easier for Wen Wen to convince ordinary people.

"I will not meddle with his branches for now; that guy occasionally proves to be somewhat useful."

Every collection piece within the Kewei Museum, casually displayed, held a value that would astonish the average person; yet, to Wen Wen, they might as well have been pearls before swine, as he discerned nothing of value from them.

"You seem to be a new face, sir; may I ask who you are ..." a middle-aged woman with a slender waist and a pearl necklace sidled up to Wen Wen, asking softly.

"A great literary master." Wen Wen, engrossed in a philosopher’s used toilet, didn’t even look up.

"I’m Liao Jiaxin, I don’t know your works, but I would like to ask if you’d be interested ..."

Wen Wen looked up, eyeing her with contempt and disdain and said gravely:

"Every exhibit here is a rare treasure; please do not discuss matters unrelated to the collections."

"But you’re looking at a toilet ..." Liao Jiaxin said weakly, suddenly feeling as though she had made a mistake.

"Ha, ignorant, do you know how many remarkable years this toilet has seen with the master, or the stories behind it?"

Having spoken so righteously, Wen Wen then adopted a condescending air and moved to inspect another exhibit—a spittoon once used by a philosopher.

Liao Jiaxin stood there, stunned, feeling a tinge of guilt after being so bluntly rebuked.

Then she quickly came to her senses, looking at Wen Wen with exasperation; was this man crazy?

As a wealthy, older single woman who frequented this place weekly, her purpose was to find an ideal partner.

Being the chairperson of the large teapot company and still striking in middle age, she was the ideal wealthy woman for many Little White Faces, willing to bear even the steel wool.

However, her standards were high; she believed only the elite were worthy of her, hence her protracted singleness.

Having seen Wen Wen earlier, she thought he might be suitable and wanted to get to know him, but she was brusquely dismissed just as she began to speak ...

"Mr. Zhang seems to have a fondness for philosophy, no?"

Wen Wen paid no heed to Liao Jiaxin; instead, he focused all his energy on scrutinizing the exhibits.

A large part of these exhibits were related to philosophy—philosophical books, statues of philosophers, pens used by philosophers, manuscripts, and so on.

If one were to disregard the other miscellaneous items, this place could even be considered a philosophy museum.

Yet, after examining every exhibit, Wen Wen found no trace of the containment item.

There was definitely an aura of Supernatural Power within the museum, and plenty of it, with many exhibits showing signs of exposure.

However, these auras appeared not to originate from the exhibits themselves but rather seemed to result from prolonged contact with containment items.

What Wen Wen could confirm was that a containment item was indeed present in the museum, but nothing else.

"This is somewhat troublesome ..."