SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 149 The Puppet of the "Script Book"._1
[The sudden call disrupted your plans, making you remember certain things. However, you weren’t sure about the authenticity of these memories. The rational part of you decided...]
"Damn it!"
Gao Haiwen cursed under his breath, his expression briefly clouded, but he fiercely clenched his teeth, lifted his left hand, and slapped it onto his head. With a strong press of his thumb on the temple, his fingertip broke the skin there, and blood streamed down his cheek. His left eye’s white was instantly filled with blood vessels as intense pain hit him.
"What’s happening? What occurred?"
"Come over immediately, take some people away from here, they are key to passing messages to the outside world, they are the right people!"
After speaking, he didn’t wait to answer more questions, looking around at the other people:
"Stop the car!"
As his words fell, everyone in the vehicle turned to look at him, but their faces were expressionless, their gazes cold. They didn’t stop the vehicle’s continued motion despite his words.
[You begin to wonder when exactly they were controlled, you find this question interesting, and it’s worth thinking about more until everything becomes clear...]
"Get out."
Gao Haiwen stirred the wound on his temple, his eyes bloodshot, pain causing his mind to blank out.
However, this also allowed him to break free from some of the control...
"Moderate control?"
He faced the cold, numb gazes of these people and immediately discerned the extent of "Narrator’s" brainwashing...
If they had been completely brainwashed, they would have immediately attacked him.
The reason they didn’t act was that if "Narrator" proceeded in that way, his subordinates would break free from being puppets due to the "contradictory" content.
However, moderate influence couldn’t be easily broken through ordinary external forces, and knowing this, he didn’t continue to waste his energy.
Behind him, Dog Brother and the others were somewhat perplexed, still not grasping what had suddenly happened.
"Prepare to jump out of the car..."
Gao Haiwen didn’t wait for their questions, forcing himself to speak.
"I’ve been...contaminated by the Narrator..."
"Once we stop, someone will take over and help you escape from here..."
"Pay attention to any abnormalities around you, to any unreasonable coincidences, to whether your own thoughts are coherent..."
"After this, don’t trust what I say too easily..."
"It’s attempting to control me..."
"This is a trap, flee as soon as possible..."
"Good luck to you all..."
Gao Haiwen’s words became more chaotic and contradictory, appearing somewhat nonsensical. His pale square face intermittently showed a complex expression that was half bewildered, half ferocious.
He stood in front of everyone, his broad body blocking in front of his teammates, making them hesitant to open fire...
In the end, he shakily lifted his right hand, saying something quickly.
Immediately after, the speeding bus sharply decelerated, the wheel axle screeching as if rusted, producing a trail of sparking friction.
After skidding for dozens of meters, the bus came to a halt.
"Go!"
Dog Brother didn’t dawdle, having "Loafing Immortal" carry Colin, kicked open the newly sealed metal sheet, and jumped out of the bus in turn.
[At this moment, you finally remember there are suspected cultists among "Bonfire Company’s" personnel, they are suspected to be the ones who killed your wife. (This line struck through)]
[You finally recall, they are the cultists, the very cultists who killed your wife!!!]
[You must capture them alive and present them to the great master for your wife’s resurrection!] 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"Ah! Death! You must pay with your lives for what you have done!"
Gao Haiwen’s body tensed up, his face growing more ferocious, then he stared at their retreating figures with eyes full of rage.
He shakily raised his hand, aiming it at them.
[The friction in this area has somehow increased.]
"The friction in this area has somehow increased."
No sooner had the words fallen than Dog Brother and the others felt as if the speed of the falling rain had halved, their breathing had become noticeably difficult, and their feet, though not slipping on the ground, took on an unnatural ease. However, once the rain hit their raincoats, it clung as if glued and wouldn’t slide off.
In an instant, something felt off about their entire bodies...
"This person’s ability is really troublesome, Brother Xu, hold this for me."
Dog Brother cursed under his breath and handed the blood bag he was holding to a colleague, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed himself decisively.
His expression slightly winced, forcibly enduring the intense pleasure of the blade slicing into his flesh. With a thought, wisps of darkness enveloped them all.
The feeling of constraint disappeared at once...
Just then, a grenade was fired at them with a whoosh, swiftly flying their way.
"Ignore it!"
Seeing the others’ shock, Dog Brother immediately reminded them—in their current state, those things posed little threat.
Indeed, the grenade passed through them like shadows and exploded up ahead. A white shock wave spread out but did little damage to them.
It felt as if a gust of wind had brushed against them...
After the grenade blast, a deluge of gunfire swept over them like curtains of rain, but again, it was largely ineffective.
"Worthy of the Purple Gear indeed."
They looked at Dog Brother’s towering figure in awe, simultaneously envious of his might.
But before they could dwell on it, a strange crying sound suddenly surrounded them, and an indescribable terror blended with an oppressive force spread from the direction they had been moving away from the bus...
Their hearts skipped a beat in unison, clearly realizing one thing—
"We mustn’t let that thing catch up!"
Dog Brother ran his hand through his hair at his forehead, gritted his teeth, and twisted the dagger in his palm with force, activating another skill.
"Walk of the Spirit Realm!"
In an instant, the darkness thickened, completely shrouding them, and their speed of escape skyrocketed. In just over ten seconds, they had put several kilometers between themselves and the pursuers.
When they finally stopped, his face was incredibly pale, his whole demeanor one of utter exhaustion. His eye sockets and cheeks were slightly sunken, and he seemed barely able to stand upright.
"Why don’t we use this thing instead? We’re in good shape right now. I swear by my blood, just say the word and I’ll give it back to you at any time."
Brother Xu held the blood bag, speaking with some concern.
As powerful as the dagger was, it was draining...
They were worried that if Dog Brother kept pushing himself, he might just drop dead on the spot.
"I wish I could, but this cursed thing has a ’Fidelity’ passive; damn it, under normal circumstances, it’ll only ’lose interest’ and become available for others after I’ve been dead for a year."
Dog Brother, supported by the Four-Armed Citizens, steadied himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to let others use it, but it wasn’t possible.
Otherwise, in this situation, wouldn’t it be better to stab someone else than himself?
"What do we do next?"
"Watch out for the flying heads and wait for them."
"Them?"
Dog Brother did not reply, instead striving to stand firm and squinting ahead. In the transparent, gray-white world, he saw armored vehicles approaching from afar.
He hadn’t run aimlessly but had moved only after confirming the presence of others...
Just ten seconds after his remark, several vehicle headlights appeared from the dark city ahead.
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