SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 151 - 151 151 Departure Intelligence_1

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Departure Intelligence_1 Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Departure Intelligence_1 The interior of the armored vehicle was not small, with six seats on each side, and many exposed steel pipes and metals were in sight, lending a special aesthetic.

However, at the moment, the people sitting in the seats on both sides were all covered by a thin layer of frost, motionless.

Colin took a slight whiff of the cold air and did a quick analysis—the result was that they were all human, and although their bodies were stronger than normal people’s, there was nothing else particularly remarkable about them.

Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn’t lay a killing hand on them.

But, even though Colin couldn’t identify the problem, Yukionna, who was extremely familiar with this place, saw it differently.

She told Colin that these people all bore a strong scent of the Great Mother.

If nothing was unexpected, their status wouldn’t be much better than that of the official agent’s. Colin had no power to restore their sanity and couldn’t guarantee that they would come to their senses, so he had to deal with most of them.

Combining the information from Yukionna, Colin roughly knew that the “Narrator”, in addition to directly disturbing the person through subtitles, was also able to arrange and plot secretly through the people it contaminated to a certain degree.

Compared to the former, the latter was more covert and difficult to detect.

“The scent enhancement brought by ‘Beastification’ makes it impossible to smell the ‘Script Book’s scent; it seems that to deal with this thing, we still have to rely on Yukionna’s ‘maternal kindness and filial piety.’

Colin quickly analyzed the current situation, and the actions he needed to take next gradually became clear in his mind.

He stepped over the dozen or so frozen corpses on both sides of the armored vehicle and went to glance at the driver’s seat, then turned to look at the several colleagues who had followed him:

“Who among you knows how to drive this vehicle?”

While talking, he reached out, picked up the driver from the driver’s seat, and tossed him aside.

“I can…”

Loafing Immortal took a look and volunteered.

But just as he finished speaking, he and several others twitched their eyelids when they saw Colin’s right hand completely detach from his wrist and fall to the ground without warning…

Even more bizarrely, once the hand hit the ground, it actually propped up its fingers and, like a spider, tried to crawl away.

Thwack.

With an expressionless face, Colin stepped on the back of the hand, then nonchalantly bent down, picked up the hand, and reattached it—as if everything returned to normal except for a line of blood where it connected.

Looking at the perplexed faces before him, he thought for a moment and then said, “Check your brain’s informational bar for yourselves, if the reminder wasn’t useless, I wouldn’t want to wake up so soon, my status is still not quite complete.”

At his words, the others remembered something and checked their brains, only then noticing a detail—

Colin had indeed sent them messages not long ago.

And there were quite a few…

The general content was telling them not to trust Gao Haiwen’s words, and to find a way to stop the vehicle.

For some reason, they seemed to have forgotten to check the messages for quite a while.

“It must be the Narrator’s conspiracy!”

The group wasn’t stupid, they immediately realized this and put even more trust in Colin’s words.

At this point, Colin continued:

“I know you have quite a few questions, but don’t rush, if the situation stabilizes later, I will clear things up…

“For now, hurry and escape, that thing behind us will catch up in a few minutes…”

“Alright…”

Loafing Immortal didn’t dawdle and promptly sat in the cold driver’s seat, slamming down the accelerator.

The roaring engine came to life.

But just as the vehicle started moving, Loafing Immortal remembered something: “Brother Shunzi, where were we supposed to go again?”

“Just keep running for now, I don’t fully understand the current situation; let’s see if we could complete that investigation mission first…”

Colin sensed the mission and discovered that during the time he was ‘playing dead,’ its completion had reached over seventy percent.

It wouldn’t take long before completion…

Once the mission is over, there will likely be another key intelligence-gathering “mission” assigned.

By then, the next steps will be clear.

Wandering around would undoubtedly expedite the investigation process.

Having said that, Colin nonchalantly pulled a corpse off a seat, sat down himself, rubbed his forehead, and suppressed the various internal wills churning within him; then he turned to glance back.

From that direction, he could sense an overwhelming presence…

“Another big trouble, no less challenging than the original source of ‘Beastification’ disease…”

Colin sighed and pulled five somewhat cloudy transparent crystals from his pocket: “Take them, one each. Check the properties yourself. Use them when it’s critical.”

Everyone took one, and then saw the related information.

Upon use, these could immediately refresh one’s fatigue, triggering about 120 percent of their condition for a duration of thirty to sixty minutes.

They could be used on equipment or on oneself.

How to use them would depend on the user’s strength, whether inclined towards utilizing tools or enhancing their body.

“It’s a pity they can’t be used a second time in quick succession; otherwise, I could keep renewing them.”

Colin sighed, collected his thoughts, and suppressed the chaotic wills in his mind.

After “awakening,” due to being distracted, those internal wills seemed to show signs of a resurgence…

But Colin dared not close his eyes and sink wholly into contemplation to deal with them again.

If he didn’t resolve the “Narrator’s” issues once and for all this time, he might never wake up if he closed his eyes.

Shaking his head and without dwelling on the matter, Colin pointed at one of the figures covered in frost and directed Dog Brother and the others to tie her up; then he prepared to have “Yukionna” thaw her.

She was the only survivor from this operation, and also the one “Yukionna” felt had the least “Great Mother’s” aura.

If things went smoothly, some intelligence could still be extracted from her.

“You guys…”

As the woman opened her eyes, her first sensation was extreme cold. She shivered, only to then discover the horrifying sight—all her teammates had been frozen into ice sculptures like fish in the freezer.

In the midst of her panic, she heard the young man with a youthful face across from her begin to speak:

“We’re a group of people from the outside world, never died before, and haven’t used the ‘Book of Fate’… As for your teammates, they were contaminated by the ‘Narrator’, and I took care of them in passing. You should realize something is wrong if you think about it now…

“However, now is not the time to discuss that.”

After a brief self-introduction and a reminder, Colin quickly said, “Now, do you have any way to leave ‘Passionate Paradise’?

“Of course, we won’t just take advantage of your knowledge. If we really do manage to leave, we’re willing to do something in return, as much as we are able.”

Hearing Colin’s words, the woman’s emotions stabilized a bit. She eyed Colin, then shifted her gaze to her deceased teammates, seemingly contemplating.

She wasn’t particularly afraid of death; as far as she could remember, she had died at least five times over the past few years.

Moreover, when they first entered this place, they had never imagined leaving alive.

After a moment, the woman withdrew her gaze from her teammates and responded in a somewhat hoarse voice:

“Theoretically, there is a way…”

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Got a bit stuck with the plot, adjusting, preparing to wrap up the copy.