Trust? No, there are still people who believe in this thing now? - "Dark World"

"Hello everyone, everyone, let's get a major news below. The largest case in the country [Clan-Extermination Serial Murder Case] ​​has been tried. The suspect Feng Heng confessed to his crime and was finally sentenced to death and suspended for three years."

Such news came from the radio station outside the window.

A young man in the room sat upright on a chair with a expressionless face. Opposite him, a man in a black uniform and a strange badge on his chest pointed out the window with a pen.

"Did you hear it? Death penalty."

"No! You are slandering me! I didn't kill anyone! The real murderer is definitely not me!"

The young man shouted like crazy, but to no avail. He clearly felt that his shouting and what they thought were useless in front of this man. Such neurotic words could not shake this guy a little.

"Why, why did I experience such a tragic thing, why? Is it because of my poverty? Is it because they collected money from the real murderer? Why, why did it become like this..."

When the young man mentioned this, he began to collapse. He kept talking to himself and kept doing something that only mentally ill patients could do.

"You say this to me is of no use at all. I am not the lawyer responsible for your case. If the murderer was not yours, why didn't you explain it clearly to them just now?"

The young man was silent. If he had the ability to convince those outside, how could that radio be sent?

Even his defense lawyer betrayed himself because he received money and rebelled on the spot in court. Who else in this world can believe in himself?

How is it possible for parents, friends, brothers?

Because they have connections with murder, they are unwilling to have any connection with themselves.

Is this betrayal?

No, I have a bad relationship with myself, so how can I betrayal?

They have never had a good relationship with themselves. Even if they have given birth to their parents, they are like their enemies.

"Name."

The man in black turned his pen a few times, took out a piece of a4 paper from the books beside him, paused for a few seconds, and asked.

The young man looked up at the man in front of him and spoke with some courage.

"Feng Heng."

"age?"

“18.”

After hearing this question, the young man paused for a long time before he spoke.

At the age of eighteen, just coming of age, when youth is just beginning, you have to bear such false charges.

How sad it is to be sentenced to death at the age of eighteen.

He obviously did nothing, he was just a scapegoat, and the real murderer was not him at all.

Sad, so sad.

The young man wanted to laugh out loud in a mad manner, but he couldn't.

This contradictory thought made an extremely distorted expression appear on his face. He clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth.

"Well, very well, you're qualified."

The man looked through Feng Heng's life information. After a long time, he put down a stack of paper in his hand and put his hands together next to his mouth.

He pointed to a black cover book placed next to the table and an orange uniform.

"From today, you will be a D-level staff member of the SCP Foundation. For details, please check out this SCP manual."

Um??

scp foundation??

Haven't you been sentenced to death?

Why......

“Scp Foundation…”

The young man subconsciously repeated the term, while looking up curiously at the man in black who was looking at him.

The man looked expressionless and pointed to the manual placed in front of the young man, without saying anything.

The young man understood and carefully picked up the black cover, and painted a strange pattern, and opened the first page.

"The SCP Foundation is an organization that specializes in the world's abnormal phenomena, events, individuals, etc. These are collectively called containment objects, that is, [scp]. Each containment object will have a corresponding number, similar to scp-xxxx."

"Many of these items can not only pose physical threats to people, but also have psychological impacts on people around the world, shake their personal ideas and interfere with their daily lives."

"The Foundation is committed to controlling these abnormal phenomena and containing them, protecting the world without being known to the outside world."

"The Foundation and the darkness activities around the world aim to contain abnormal objects, individuals, and phenomena, which operate without interference from the jurisdiction, authorization and commission of major national governments, which pose significant threats to national security through physical or psychological hazards."

"The Foundation maintains normality, thus allowing civilians around the world to survive and avoid falling into situations of fear, suspicion or loss of belief, and maintain human independence from the threats of extraterrestrial, heterodimensional and outer space."

"The foundation's mission has three aspects: control (secure), containment (containment), and protection."

"Its goal is to contain things that are potentially threatening, to find supernatural things and develop new technologies based on their principles, to develop security measures to deal with possible dangerous things in the future, to find, contain, and to eliminate anyone or thing that prevents the Foundation from completing the above goals."

Seeing this, the book, called the "Foundation Manual", ended here, and after a long time, the young man fell into deep thought.

When the man saw him like this, his expression changed slightly and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Put it out later. Let's go to the foundation with me today and stay there."

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the iron windows of this room, shining on the two of them, forming a slightly beautiful picture.

......

As the picture turned, Feng Heng opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was the incandescent lamp. When I got up, the bed beneath me made a creaking sound.

After looking around, Feng Heng found a piece of white paper on the table next to the bed. He took it over and took a look, with a few big words on it.

[Recruitment notice for D-level personnel].

Feng Heng glanced at all the contents written on the white paper, then pinched his face. After feeling the pain, he confirmed that he was not dreaming.

I was obviously asleep in the bed at home, so why did I come to such a strange place when I woke up? And I seemed to have a very strange dream just now.

Just when Feng Heng wanted to continue confirming some things, a somewhat cold male voice rang in the room he was in.
Chapter completed!