SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 682 - 682 502 The Blockaded Railway Line._2

Chapter 682: Chapter 502: The Blockaded Railway Line._2 Chapter 682: Chapter 502: The Blockaded Railway Line._2 It was just because of the fog that it was impossible to see clearly what lay beyond.

“This mist can block those who aren’t from the company, but for us, it’s not a big problem. We’ve come this far; I’ll walk with you,”

“Of course, I’ll need to protect my account from the outside and switch to a different one to go in with you.”

“Thorn Lady” said, as a shadow emerged beside her, almost identical to her in appearance.

‘Why does everyone seem to have this ability to create a duplicate…’ Colin watched with some envy.

Letting a “duplicate” face danger was obviously safer than doing it yourself.

Unfortunately, he had yet to find the right item or Talent Skill that could create a duplicate, so he could only watch.

However, after thanking her, Colin, with flames leaping around him, stepped through the gate.

The “Thorn Lady’s” “alternate account” followed behind.

Along the way, Colin walked cautiously, but other than poor visibility due to the fog, he encountered nothing else.

Behind him, “Thorn Lady” seemed much more relaxed, following silently with bare feet.

“Logically, since this mist hasn’t completely cleared, it means no one has broken through. So, inside, it should be safe unless something unexpected happens,”

“Thorn Lady” murmured while looking around casually.

But no sooner had she finished speaking than Colin suddenly stopped, and the fire around him flared brightly.

She followed Colin’s gaze and saw, in a corner of the burning room, about a dozen adults lying on the ground, both men and women, eyes closed, apparently asleep, unresponsive to the two newcomers.

“Dead.”

“Dead.”

Colin and the “Thorn Lady” spoke in unison.

Working it over for a couple of seconds, “Thorn Lady” shook her head and then added,

“They seem to have been dead for quite some time, probably preserved because of the uniqueness of this place.”

“Right.”

Colin nodded, assuring there was no danger, and crossed the threshold into the room.

But as his foot crossed, some kind of spatial balance within the “burning room” seemed to be disrupted, and the bodies of the dozen adults instantly turned to dust, crumbling into ash on the ground like sand castles hit by water.

Then, only about a dozen nameplates lay scattered on the floor.

Colin glanced at them, seeing only names.

But the “Thorn Lady” spoke up,

“Nine D Levels, four F Levels, and their silver outfits suggest they’re from some Corps’ style, just not sure which one.”

As she finished speaking, a mission popped into Colin’s mind.

The content was roughly: “Collect all nameplates and other remnants into the ‘Storage Room’ to be automatically handed over at the end of the mission.”

“I’ll collect their remains.”

Colin stepped forward, first bending down to pick up the “nameplates,” then using flames to sweep up all the “ashes,” dazzlingly combining them before putting them into the “Storage Room.”

At that moment, he noticed some unknown script written on the ground nearby.

The rough meaning was…

“Please take care of… the children on that train?”

Colin murmured softly to himself, then, puzzled, asked, “Which children?”

“Oh, that, it’s referring to the people currently on the train,”

“Thorn Lady” leaned over to take a look and explained, “When I did that mission, the invisible impact had already started, although it was in the early stages. The biggest people on the train were mostly kids around fifteen or sixteen, as well as some very young children in incubators…

“The rest of the employees, I heard, had gone out to meet the enemy.”

She briefly described the situation at that time, which also helped Colin understand why there was a disruption in the civilization of that group of people.

Afterward, “Thorn Lady” crossed her arms in front of her and suddenly remembered something:

“Come to think of it, I recall an old story. Long ago, I heard that someone within the company created something that could, supposedly, continue the lives of the fallen if their nameplates were successfully retrieved.”

“Eh?” Colin, just getting up, was stunned. “What’s that?”

“I’m not too clear on it. It seems to be related to someone associated with ‘fate’… I think?”

“Boss Huang He?” Colin mentioned a somewhat ominous name.

“Not sure, I just know there was such a saying. It does involve something quite famous, ‘Script City,’ I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it…”

Hiss, where have I heard of this before? I almost dedicated my life in there…

Colin did not explain, but nodded to show he knew about the unlucky device.

“I heard that the fates of the names borne by those nameplates might possibly be reshaped within, but whether that is true is not clear to me. I joined the company quite late, and it seemed like the company as a whole was on the decline…”

“According to the company… it’s a bit like what my former aide-de-camp said, something about joining the army in ’49, yes, it’s about joining at the wrong time… ”

“Then for the most part, I just stayed put on my own little patch, never really went out, so I’ve not seen the corresponding results.”

“Lady of Thorns” tilted her head and spoke while thinking.

‘Joined the country in ’49, in the army, right? Is this aide of yours a fellow countryman?’

Colin silently completed the other party’s sentence in his heart.

Then, from this topic, he suddenly thought of “Big C Teacher” Kong Shiping, who was currently in the copy.

If “Lady of Thorns” meant resurrection in this sense…

Then the significance wasn’t all that great.

Rather than resurrection, it was more like a virtual NPC created using some information.

“As far as I know, the only one who truly caused a ‘return from the dead’ kind of miracle…”

Colin paused and uttered the words “Red Moon”.

Even “Father of the Ocean” could be resurrected with a body so decomposed, a miraculous method like that, he had only seen with “Red Moon”.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than he saw “Lady of Thorns” with her arms crossed and a “what are you looking at” expression staring at him.

Colin touched his nose awkwardly, feeling it was indeed not quite right.

How could “Red Moon”, with that ghostly appearance, possibly desire to help them resurrect others?

“However…”

“Lady of Thorns” broke the awkward atmosphere, “If you can figure out the situation later, you must remember to tell me.”

After speaking, she blinked with some anticipation.

“Alright, I’ll ask around and let you know when I get a chance next time.”

Colin did not refuse the request.

It’s just that, I don’t know when the next meeting will be.

He turned around, glanced around, and saw a fuel delivery slot. He walked over, sized up the inside to confirm this was the place, and then took out the “Token” from the “Storage Room”—

A copy of Rosen’s severed hand.

“Lady of Thorns” showed some surprise upon seeing the hand that burst into flame as soon as it was brought out, then some data floated up on her retina, and she roughly guessed the nature of the other party’s task.

Colin did not hesitate to toss the “Token” into it.

After it fell into the fuel chamber, a “boom” roared out and flames spurted from the slot.

[Event completed, do you choose to return (forced return in 2 minutes and 58 seconds)?]

“It seems I’m about to go back.”

Colin did not return immediately, but turned to say goodbye to the little subordinate that “Lady of Thorns” brought along with her.

“Lady of Thorns” raised her hand and waved:

“Goodbye.”

As the words fell, Colin’s figure and the voices of all the other employees executing tasks on the train vanished without a trace in an instant.

“That was a clean disappearance…”

“Lady of Thorns” pursed her lips, shook her head, took back the little subordinate, and then sat on the high chair. She did not rush to disengage the device to leave, but instead pondered and shook her pure and unblemished feet in thought.

After a while, recalling the sensation of the hand bursting into flames, she mulled it over, and then looking at the dim world outside, she mused to herself:

“I originally thought it was a simple fight to regain control over this area’s railway tracks…”

“But… it seems not.”

“She seems to be completely blocking the passage to a certain direction?”

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