"..." At this moment, Lu Yuan's heart felt a very bad premonition. However, when he focused his attention on the man's tattoo again, No. 71 was already shrouded in darkness again.

Lu Yuan was silent for a while... and No. 71 saw him suddenly falling into silence, and couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, why, did the brain that was knocked unconscious suddenly regain my memory?" No. 71 leaned against the cold wall and said as if he was joking: "So you finally realize that you can't escape at all, right? So what are you waiting for? Do as I said, that's the best ending you can win now..."

However, before the 71st was finished.

"Uh...that brother No. 71." Lu Yuan said as if he had made up his mind: "Can you let me see the tattoo on your shoulder?"

"What?" Brother No. 71 suddenly wondered.

"It's...that tattoo, near your left shoulder, I just saw it by chance." Lu Yuan said.

"Oh, you say this." No. 71 seemed to have a sudden realization: "Sorry, this thing was carved when I was born, so I forgot its existence."

As he said that, No. 71 moved his body, moved out of the shadow in the corner, and then turned his left shoulder to the far direction of Lu Lu... Perhaps it was because he had not communicated with a life who was still rational for a long time. No. 71 was very friendly and cooperative.

But... At this moment, Lu Yuan was yelling with a high heart, "Damn it~".

Because, he now clearly saw the tattoo on the other person's shoulder.

There are three circles, from 12 o'clock, 4 o'clock and 8 o'clock, pointing to the shoulders in the center of the circle.

The appearance of this icon has already cast a "absurd, ridiculous, incredible, fucking" flavor in the world view of this copy.

Because, this icon represents...secure,tain,protect.

That's right, it's the [scp Foundation] that Lu Yuan has been to twice.

"Hiss..." After a long time, Lu Yuan finally took a breath of air conditioning: "That...Brother No. 71, I want to ask, what year is it now?"

It is not surprising that Lu Yuan asked this question, because according to what he understood, the copy of the SCP Foundation generally existed in an era of modernization of technology and popularization of civilizations, but at this moment, there was no sense of technology at all. In Lu Yuan's perception, this was an era when, in 18 years, pre-Victoria, even electric lights were probably not very popular.

Is the SCP Foundation established in this era?

However... what Lu Yuan never imagined was that No. 71 gave his answer, which was even more bloody than he had imagined.

"Which year?" he wondered, "Oh, you are asking the world...this..."

No. 71 seemed to be trying hard to recall something: "It should be between the 210th and 215th year when the door to the death state opened. Please forgive me for not remembering the year for a long time."

"No, no, no, I'm asking, how many years it is now," Lu Yuan interrupted and asked.

"A.? What does AD mean?"

"Hiss..." This was Lu Yuan's second breath of cold air in just two minutes. But he finally understood what the other party said before, "History is extremely chaotic" meant.

"Okay, it seems that this problem is a bit difficult for you, so...you should be able to explain to me what this tattoo on your shoulder means." Lu Yuan pointed to the icon on his shoulder.

"This icon?" No. 71 was stunned for a moment: "This icon is something that all hunters will tattoo when they are born. This is the hunter's mark."

Lu Yuan frowned: "Does all hunters have this mark?"

"Of course, this is common sense."

"Then..." Lu Yuan organized the words: "Then do you Hunter Guild have any other nicknames, such as...scp

...or a title like a foundation?"

No. 71 looked at Lu Yuan with a very strange look: "I don't know what you are talking about. Maybe the scoundrel behind your head has not yet fully awakened."

"Okay." Lu Yuan rubbed his head helplessly. He now found that this world was even more complicated than he had imagined. It was so complicated that the No. 71 Hunter, who was in the cell opposite, could not answer anything to him.

"Okay, no matter what, I'd better save you first. Didn't you say there is a gathering place for humans around this slaughterhouse? Please take me there later, okay." Lu Yuan said, holding the chain with one hand.

"Humat!" He hummed softly, and then the iron chain in his hand was pinched in half by him.

Sure enough, this skill without any lethality is surprisingly useful in non-combat conditions. Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan broke all his handcuffs.

However, the No. 71 opposite him didn't see this operation. He still smiled: "Haha, it seems that you haven't figured out your situation. Okay, then I won't talk much nonsense with you. Anyway, after a while, you will notice that you can't even do anything to the handcuffs in your hands...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Before he could finish speaking, No. 71 suddenly burst into a frightening scream. Fortunately, there were no guards and patrols here, otherwise, just by shouting, I would probably have to find a large number of people.

The reason why No. 71 was so frightened was because he was talking when he saw a hand hitting him directly from the wall.

This is a scene that is difficult to describe in words. You can understand it as, in fact, the stone wall between the prison cells is not a stone wall at all, but a painted cake, which is very soft, and then one hand poked it directly from the other side of the cake... It was almost like this picture.

Immediately afterwards, another pair of hands came out of the wall, and the two hands clasped the wall. I don’t know what magic the boy on the opposite side used. Anyway, the wall softened quickly, and then a hole that was half a person high appeared.

No. 71's entire face was filled with a very wonderful expression. He stared and grinned, watching the guy opposite crawling through the hole.

"You, you, you... who are you?" No. 71 subconsciously retreated. In fact, when facing those cruel torture instruments, he did not retreat at all, but when facing this inmate, he inexplicably felt a sense of fear.

At this moment, the boy was afraid that he would arrive at the cell on No. 71, so he patted the broken grass on his body.
Chapter completed!