I'm in SCP: All Around Me are Evil Gods!

Chapter 42 scp-268 and the appearing Snake Hand Gemini

Sitting on the bed, unconsciously looking at the bas-relief.

After a long time, the confused brain gradually developed a fuzzy feeling.

Before she could figure out a way, suddenly, it seemed that the barrier between dream and reality was broken.

Not knowing if he was in a dream state, Xiao Ruobing saw a huge isolated city made up of rugged boulders, towering huge pillars covered with green mucus, permeating strange and inexplicable evil thoughts and evils.

Looking up, the endless high walls and deep pools are covered by hieroglyphs.

And in the unfathomable place under his feet, there was a sound of chaos that could hardly be pronounced.

Xiao Ruobing tried to listen, and two of the syllables had the highest frequency, which was almost impossible to repeat in human language.

But if you insist on using words, it would be… “Cthulhu” and “Lalaiye”!

…………

Somewhere away from the town.

“It’s really unlucky to be discovered.”

Holding a statue of a ferocious giant beast in his arms, the man wearing a sacrificial robe with a woolen newsboy hat on his head was very upset, and the ceremony was about to be completed soon, but the result was a miss.

It’s all to blame for those who rushed out suddenly. It would be nice if it could be a little later, the priest sighed.

He glanced at his side who was clearly searching for him, but standing in front of him were the invisible soldiers. The priest was not afraid to find him at all, grinned and swaggered through them.

In the meantime, he accidentally ran into someone who was just wondering that there was nothing around him, scratching his head and continuing to search carefully.

What a trash!

Contempt of these “blind men” in his heart, the priest walked and thought: “Although it is regrettable, it is difficult for those people to find clues here so quickly.”

The special operations team is pretty awesome.

With sharp eyes, he immediately noticed the badges of those who rushed over to lead them.

If it weren’t for the leader to sternly stated that the overall situation is the most important thing, maybe he would really spend a little thought to accompany these people for fun.

With the help of SCP-268 (Negligence Hat), the priest mumbled and easily escaped from the encirclement.

The effect of this containment is that the subject wearing it will become easily overlooked.

Unless you actively interact with others, you will be completely ignored, and your existence will not be remembered.

The negative effect is that wearing the item for a long time, the impact will become permanent and irreversible, and the other party will immediately forget the existence of the wearer after the conversation is over.

“This thing is really easy to use. L did a good thing before he died.” After leaving the encirclement, the man took off his hat and joked.

SCP-268 was stolen when the important cadre L and the leader of the Serpent’s Hand organization successfully planned an attack on the Bald Eagle Nation Foundation and caused chaos.

“I heard that another hat container is in the Dragon Kingdom. When this plan is successful, you must ask the leader to try it.” The priest said as he came to a rock cave by the sea.

The other hat in his mouth is SCP-180 (identity theft hat), and the identity of the individual who puts SCP-180 on his head will be “stolen” by the hat.

This effect will make the original owner completely unrecognizable, even people who are very familiar with the individual cannot recognize the original owner.

When observing the identity of the person who has been stolen, the individual can only vaguely describe its characteristics or clothing characteristics, but cannot identify its identity.

Once SCP-180 has stolen the identity of the original subject, when SCP-180 is placed on the head of any other individual, the identity of the original subject will be imprinted on the second subject.

Unlike SCP-268 which can only be effective on living organisms, SCP-180 can even be a stone, a statue, or a computer desk.

Entering the cave, the shorter priest turned around to a cold and wet place that was obviously repaired.

Someone was already waiting here. The man had a head taller than the priest. When he came back, he asked, “How about the ceremony?”

The male priest was quite depressed: “Don’t mention it, let the Foundation disturb you clean.”

“Sure enough, something went wrong on your side.” The tall man with the same appearance as the priest, with a gloomy face.

“Also? What do you mean?” The priest felt something wrong.

“During the time we left for the headquarters, the holy artifact was stolen by a thief, and it has now fallen into the hands of the Foundation.”

Through mixing deep dives, the tall man gets the ins and outs of things, so he uses the most concise language to express cause and effect.

“How come?” The priest man was taken aback, his bulging eyes bulged out as if he was about to fall off.

The two are the twins who appeared in Western Australia and went to the Snake Hand headquarters to participate in the ten-person meeting.

After receiving this bad news, even the interruption of the ceremony is no longer important. The corners of the priest’s mouth twitched, and the two of them were speechless.

“Now what?”

At the meeting, it was clear that there was no problem, and it turned out to be such a mistake.

Thinking of the consequences of the disruption of the leader’s plan, the two shivered even though they were no longer humans.

“You have to cut the beard before the holy artifact is sent to the Magic Capital Foundation, otherwise it will cost too much to take it out.” The tall man moved his lips quickly: “I understand that they haven’t started to act yet. It should be sent away tomorrow morning at the latest. If you want to act, you must take advantage of that.”

The priest pondered for a moment and agreed.

If you want to regain the sacred object, of course they can’t do it with the two of them, even if you control a few contained objects.

But… Adding the “allies” of the contract makes a big difference.

Seeing that the tall man took out a strangely shaped flute, the priest was surprised, and probably understood his next move.

I saw him pinch the mouth of the flute, here is a fish lip, with fin-like things open on both sides.

Holding the lips of the fish to the edge of the cliff near the sea, the tall man played the melodious flute.

The sound penetrated the sea level, rippling far away in the breeze.

One minute, two minutes… more than ten minutes later, the tall man looked calm and continued to play the flute.

With persistence, the originally calm sea level suddenly began to ripple.

The ripples gradually spread over time, turning into waves rushing to the shore one after another, knocking out countless sprays.

Then, from the darkness of the abyssal sea, a silhouette resembling a head emerged.

As if the beginning of an omen.

One, two… until hundreds of thousands, countless contours completely fill the sea.

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