"Boss! Why are you in a daze?"

It wasn't until Gray's call interrupted my recollection that I realized that I had been distracted for a long time.

Before Father Hook left, he planted a seed of doubt in my heart, which slowly sprouted with my random thoughts.

If it were me in the past, I would definitely go to Mrs. Lilia to ask for details, and then find Father Carter to study countermeasures. But now, after this standard mysterious incident, I have some basic qualities.

That means don't listen, don't look, don't ask.

For ordinary people, the only purpose of encountering this unnatural event is to return to daily life alive. And the only thing that can be done is to do nothing.

Maintain sufficient awe for those indescribable existences, and at the same time, do not try to use human beings' shallow understanding to understand and observe transcendent existences. This is the most important thing. Do not talk about ultimate existences such as "ultimate disaster", even interstellar vampires and

Lower-level races like the Deep Ones are capable of causing the sanity of ordinary people to collapse and their bodies to die.

In the mining town back then, those who died were those who were overly curious and tried to pry into the mysteries of the mines. More mediocre people were able to escape from the palm of death and return safely to a certain countryside, where they remained anonymous for the rest of their lives.

Live well until old age and death.

Therefore, the human mind cannot relate known things to each other, which is the kindest thing in the world.

But for people like me who are exposed to mysterious events and meme holders, these three rules are not so applicable.

If I only know how to escape, ignore and know nothing about these mysterious existences, then the greatest possibility is to become a medium for the spread of memes, spreading disasters to everyone around me, and sounding the horn of apocalypse.

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The survival of Ore Town to this day is not due to the inactive new miners, but to the day-in and day-out efforts and perseverance of insiders such as Old Yorkson, Young Hooker, Dolanco, and Browning.

They must have a clear division of labor and be independent of each other. They must be familiar with taboo knowledge but must not be overly curious. This alone requires some special skills principles.

Among the people who can do this now, I am the only one who has the most access to the core. I am both the holder of the meme and the back-up man of the two old men’s expulsion plan. Unknowingly, I have replaced Harris.

and Gotz, became the hope of the old miners and continued their unfinished mission.

From this point of view, I suddenly understood the reason why Father Hooker and Old Yorkson chose me.

Harris is a descendant who grew up in the city and became bound to Ore Town because of a romantic accident. Gotz was born with the bloodline of deep divers and the unfortunate fate left by his ancestors.

There is an essential difference between them and the old miners who started from scratch and carefully guarded this town - that is their attitude towards cruel fate.

The old miners cut through the thorns to build their foundation, and experienced all kinds of hardships without giving up their yearning for life. Even if they faced desperate experiences when they were young and old, they still put their beautiful years in the town in the foreground.

In my heart, I am willing to protect it with my life.

However, Harris, who was unhappy in his relationship, and Goetz, whose family was broken up, showed an obvious tendency to commit suicide, regard responsibility as a shackles, and death as a way of relief, which is more similar to the Antonio mentioned by the old Yorkson.

Even if such people have enough ability, they do not have enough consciousness to persist for decades.

On the contrary, I, an unrelated latecomer, have the same emotions as Dad Hook and the others. I really love this town and everything in the world. From this point of view, I am the town.

The spiritual successors of the founders!

No...why are you in a daze again?

"Gray, boss, I'm thinking..." I looked at him with a deep tone, like a great man pointing out the country.

"What are you thinking about?" Although Gray was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with burn marks all over his body, the gauze obviously couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"I'm thinking, it's time for us to formulate a corporate culture..."

"Corporate culture?" Gray asked me confused.

"You can also understand it as the spirit of a superhero!" To this middle-aged boy, I still had to explain it in a superhero way, and I couldn't understand the good intentions of the chairman at all.

Sure enough, after hearing my new statement, Gray immediately became more energetic: "Boss, have you come up with any good ideas?"

"After last night's incident, I have some insights. The two of us are not the kind of heroes who fight and fight against evil. The purpose of everything we do is from the bottom of our hearts, to enforce justice and protect the town.

"

"Hmm... That's right. Although other slogans are noble, I can't empathize with them. I absolutely agree with protecting the town and implementing my inner ideals." Gray agreed.

"That's right! So the first thing we have to do is to extensively observe and monitor the situation in the town to prevent hostile behavior from appearing and causing harm. This goes without saying."

"Second, after discovering the situation, promptly determine the type of hazard so that you can intervene and suppress or prevent the spread of these hazards. For example, deep divers and interstellar vampires must identify and control the signs of these hazards to prevent them from happening before they happen."

"Third, based on the purpose of protecting the town, we should formulate reasonable actions for extremely dangerous situations like last night's monsters until they are neutralized or destroyed."

"Therefore, the simple word hero is very inaccurate. What we do is not based on personal likes and dislikes. What we perform is the important mission of the Trinity: Scout and Casuist.

,Protector!”

After hearing my inspiring remarks, Gray's eyes sparkled and he said, "That's a great summary! Boss, you are really talented at naming!" He read these words twice with great interest.

Said: "Then can we also have a code name?"

"Scout, Casuist, Protector... then our abbreviation is SCP!"

Wait!

objection!

I think this name is unlucky!

"...SCP, why did I have such a name? Let's change it to another one..." I murmured to myself, wondering if this was God's will?

"No, boss! I think the meaning of this name is very good!"

"Really...I always feel like it's like killing an engine..."

Gray ignored my blabbering words and thought excitedly: "Boss, isn't it a bit weird to just call it SCP... How about calling it SCP Alliance? SCP Team?"

Contained objects can form alliances and teams, so that’s great!

I'm afraid the sky will burst!

"No, no, listen to me!" I quickly interrupted him, "Just call it the SCP Foundation! No need to negotiate!"

"The Foundation...but we are not a company, why do we have this name?" Gray asked doubtfully.

"This name sounds rich, how auspicious! If you think about it carefully..." I fooled him casually, thinking that I might as well settle on this name. Although this name is not very auspicious, it is also consistent with God's will.

"From today on, we are Mobile Task Force Omega-7 of the SCP Foundation!"

"Why this number? Where are the first six?"

"Don't worry, that's what we call it! When others hear it, they will definitely think that this is an organization with money, power, and a large number of people!" I decisively dismissed his question, "This is a deterrent! You know a basket case!"
Chapter completed!