SCP Steve, containment breach

(I just paid a regular salary, and I got 5,800 ...... this month.) ,I don't know if it's the first month of consolation.,If it's all these later.,Suddenly found that this broken class is not impossible to do.。 )

Christina gently placed the stainless steel cup with a large peony pattern in her hand on the table, feeling the intoxication brought by the sweetness and bitterness of the coffee stimulating the tired nerves, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Today is also a day of peace.

No strange SCPs pop up, the gates to Hell are stable, and no obnoxious reality benders are wreaking havoc in their jurisdiction.

Even the cube people have returned to their hometowns, and the last time they were able to lie on the recliner so comfortably and close their eyes was half a month ago.

Although Christina felt more than once that her life without anything was a little boring after listening to Ender's story of adventures with Steve, it was not a good thing, because in any case, most of the things that made the Foundation feel "interesting" were not "just good things."

At this point, they, like doctors, would rather be unemployed and change the world to peace.

(emmm, the pharmacy hopes that everyone will feel more cold, have a fever, break the skin, and live a safe life, so why did it take more than sixty to have a fever.) ）

Ah, if you're hungry, ask someone to bring you afternoon tea.

With that in mind, Christina sat up and pressed the communication button at hand

"It's the afternoon tea break, there are no experiments to do this afternoon, so let's take a break on the premise of staying vigilant. "

"Also, Dr. Caya, please come to my office and bring something. "

Dr. Caya, who was writing a report, shrugged her shoulders helplessly to her colleague and got up and walked towards Christina's office

Moments later, she knocked on the door of Christina's office with a bag of mysterious objects.

Christina smelled the sweet smell of biscuits in the air, didn't even have to raise her head, and smiled slightly

"Caya, you still know me. "

"What else could you bring with you? There's nothing to check now. Or come and bribe you, a rich woman?".

Caya smiled, and then wondered

"You just sit there and don't have anything to do?"

"I know what you're talking about, looking for Leif, right?".

Christina removed the personnel information from the filing cabinet next to her, handed it to Dr. Caya, and explained

"I think this should be your overthinking, I've already checked the entire 19th Ward of the middle-level and above researchers who can be called doctors, and no one is named Leif, not even the one nicknamed Leif, and there is no homonym. "

"Can be .........

".

Caya was about to say something when Christina raised her hand, interrupted her, and continued

"Considering that the matter is related to the safety of Steve and Foundation personnel, I also made a special request to the O5 Council to check on mid-level researchers named Reif in other regions, and finally came up with 5 results, but all of them were ruled out. "

"Their profession is completely out of step with explosives and chemistry, and most of them are top biologists or social anthropologists. "

"Of course, I also found a Leif who wasn't a doctor. "

Christina pulled a distinctly different page from the file and shook it in front of Caya:

"This Leif is the driver of the base, and he does not belong to the direct establishment of a certain area, I checked his resume and social experience......... Well, born into a middle-class family, he attended a prestigious local school, and was admitted to Miskatonic University, where he majored in theology — or the mythology of the Israelite Solomon. It has nothing to do with the explosion. "

(It's like I'm an employee of a subsidiary, not a group, and the contract is signed with the subsidiary......... ）

Christina smiled and raised an eyebrow at Caya:

"Do you believe that a god stick driving in the Foundation is actually a terrifying blaster?"

Dr. Caya was tempted to say that anything is possible, but as a Foundation researcher, she was well aware of one fact

- That is, a person can't do things that are beyond her ability, for example, if you are doing a math problem, maybe if you are extremely angry, you can

kill the tiger with a sliding shovel, but only the math problem you have not learned, in the case of extreme anger, to think about the Poincaré conjecture, no matter how angry you are, if you can't do it, you can't do it, that's really no way.

In the same way, how can a person who has never had anything to do with an explosion in his life create a "feat" of blowing up the garden court into the sky as soon as he gets started?

After all, it's not like breathing, it's not something that is engraved in DNA, there is no way to be born with it, and no one can be born proficient.

Dr. Caya shook his head, half self-deprecatingly, half helplessly

"That's probably because I'm overthinking. In fact, if you think about it carefully, maybe it is more likely that Steve was responsible for the explosion, and he would have no idea that there would be an explosion outside in such a short period of time, and he would have no idea that there would be an explosion outside, I don't believe it. He was probably afraid of our reproach, so he lied. "

Christina nodded in agreement.

But Steve shook his head:

"I'm not going to lie. "

Steve, who walked into the office with a big grin, glanced at Ender, and Ender repeated:

"Steve doesn't lie. "

You sing double reeds, right?

(Good guy = explosive, good guy = pope,

pope = god stick, so it's normal for me to learn theology to have a blast.) ）