Between the temptation of beauty and the final victory, you should know what to choose? - "Dark World"

Follow the stairs to the storage room of scp-012. No, it is not a room. It should be said that there is an isolated black iron door outside the room. Next to the iron door, there are some machines used to control the room. Through the transparent glass next to the iron door, Feng Heng saw a slightly yellowed paper surrounded by an iron rack.

According to this posture, scp-012 should be this paper, right?

Feng Heng wanted to continue looking at it and to finish reading all the contents of the floating description box, but an uninvited guest broke into it.

It was the guy who had been following Feng Heng before, that D-level.

Seeing that Feng Heng had discovered himself, the guy who was assigned the same D-level identity walked out from behind the wall with a look of awkward smile.

"Who?"

By the way, he sorted out his clothes. Feng Heng looked at the somewhat vulgar guy in front of him and said coldly.

"I saw you since I just went down the stairs. Tell me, why are you following me? Do you want to take the opportunity to eliminate me?"

"No, big guy, how could I eliminate you? We are all D-level personnel and we should unite, otherwise we will be killed and eliminated by those nine-tailed foxes. Besides, big guy, you are the number one person in the dark index. How could I follow you and stab you back?"

The guy in front of him looked embarrassed and rubbed his hands constantly, as if to relieve the awkward atmosphere of his discovery.

Together?

Feng Heng smiled coldly after hearing this guy's words.

Since he separated from those two D-levels, Feng Heng has no longer trusted anyone.

Still united?

There is definitely nothing good about such a sneaky action.

"hehe."

Feng Heng sneered, with his hands behind his back, and pretended to be convinced and turned his head to look at the page of paper in the glass.

Although he looked at the glass, Feng Heng still focused on this suspicious guy.

While paying attention to his actions, Feng Heng brushed all the contents of the description box that he hadn't had time to finish.

Project Name: Unfinished Movement

Project number: scp-012

Project Level: euclid (dangerous)

Project description: scp-012 was recovered by archaeologists during an excavation of an ancient tomb recently destroyed by a storm. The object is a manuscript of a complete set of music. The fragment is called "On the Mountain of Golgota", and the fragment is suspected to have not been completed.

The red or black ink used in the manuscript was originally considered to be some kind of berries or other natural dyes.

But it was later discovered that it was human blood and came from multiple sources of supply.

Project threat: Two members of the recovery team of scp-012 were first discovered to have gone crazy, trying to complete the movement with their own blood, which eventually led to a lot of blood loss and internal injuries. As the preliminary investigation progressed, multiple test subjects were able to contact the manuscript.

In each case, the subjects were self-harm to enable them to complete the work with their own blood, and the consequences were schizophrenia symptoms and severe trauma.

Those who were able to write a part of it, after completing this part, declared that it was "impossible" and immediately committed suicide.

Project Daily: The attempt to play the music creates an annoying noise—the music itself is not in polyphonic, and each individual instrumental part lacks connection with other parts.

Project measures: Scp-012 must be placed in a dark room throughout the day. If Scp-012 is exposed to visible light, or is observed by any person with a light source other than infrared light, the relevant person will be immediately transferred and a psychological and physiological health examination will be conducted.

After reading this description, Feng Heng took a breath of cold air.

Simply put, this is an absolutely impossible movement. Once you come into contact with it or observe it close to you, you will fall into madness and self-harm, using their own blood to perfect the movement.

This scp is obviously a very dangerous thing, but if you use it to do something very strange, then...

Feng Heng couldn't help but raise a strange arc on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the D-level staring at him.

"Hey, did you just say that you should join forces to keep warm and then unite as a D-level class?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, if you have something to do, even if you go to the mountain of swords or the sea of ​​fire, yes will be willing to refuse!"

Seeing Feng Heng calling him, this guy immediately looked like a terrible person, carrying the lines that usually appear in the novel, patted his chest, and looked "loyal", which made Feng Heng laugh out loud.

"Then I'll ask you to help me get the paper inside, are you going?"

"Ah? This..."

This guy obviously had seen the description box. He knew very well that if he entered there, he would definitely make himself crazy, and then he involuntarily harmed himself, and finally used his own blood to complete the damn garbage shit music.

The big guy in front of him who had the highest darkness index actually asked himself to touch that damn music, and he would definitely be uneasy to be kind.

Rather than being embarrassed here, it is better to have a back prick as soon as possible!

When Feng Heng saw this guy hesitant, he immediately knew what this guy meant.

Regardless of what this person said, take out the third-level access card and open the door of scp-012.

When he looked back at the man again, Feng Heng saw only one hand holding a dagger.

"I just knew."

Feng Heng murmured to himself, with his hands behind his back, and on the side of his body, the guy followed suit and wiped his side.

What was behind Feng Heng? Behind him was the storage room of scp-012 that had just opened the door. This guy used too much force and directly held the knife and rushed into the storage room of scp-012 by himself.

After a few chuckles, Feng Heng slowly closed the door with a level 3 access card.

The D-level finally did what he wanted and wanted to kill him, but he used too much force and went directly into the place he didn't want to go into the least.

After hammering the door a few times, I found that I couldn't open it.

Class D collapsed to the ground, looking at scp-012 with tears in tears, the unfinished movement.

As if he had magic, his eyes gradually began to lose their highlights. He slowly stood up, and then followed his inner wishes to slowly come to the music and tear the skin on his hands hard until he was caught bloody. Only then did he put down his hand and pour all the dripping blood into that music.

"Impossible, this is impossible, it is absolutely impossible to be completed."

Class D murmured to himself, rolling his eyes and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!