I heard that I’m super fierce - Chapter 150
Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse
Iris’s day started with debugging her Polaroid camera early in the morning.
It was her best partner since she was 13 years old. Even though she hadn’t used other cameras to take photos in recent years, this one was still the best.
Iris loved photography, and after being recruited by the Foundation, she refused to use her ability to assassinate others. Now that she didn’t have to force herself to take on those tasks, her life was a lot easier.
During this time, she had also been to many places. Although there were not many chances for her to come out, it did not affect that she would seize the time to capture as much scenery as possible. She collected all the photos that were developed on the spot, and the album that she saved was actually two books thick.
She carefully cleaned the lens with a soft brush. Iris looked at it become clean, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Then, she put the Polaroid camera once labeled “SCP-105-B” on the shelf, turned around and took out a photo album, and lay it on her lap to read it slowly.
The photos were all newly taken when she went out a few days ago, and she revisited them with relish, reflecting on the shortcomings of her technique. Next time, she must make improvements in the lighting and angles.
After closing the album, Iris was a bit bored again. She stood up and planned to go outside.
—Yes, outside.
On the surface, the picture book was just a thick book, but there were other things inside.
After they decided to obey the edict of that person, they were allocated a room here for them to move around freely when they didn’t need to go out.
The place was not big or small, and the style and built-in furnishings were also different according to everyone’s needs and preferences. Anyway, Iris was very satisfied with her own room.
The scene inside the house disappeared behind the closed wooden door. They were all bound by special rules here. Although the corridors or courtyards shared with everyone were separated by a thin layer of wood, they cannot be opened with brute force.
As long as the owner disagreed, other guys couldn’t get in.
—For example, the one in front of her.
SCP-096 with a paper bag on his head shrank his long hands and feet, and it was nestled in the doorway, knocking non-stop.
If she was so panicked when she was blocked by him at the beginning, she had learned how to play in hardship, and through the wooden door, she could hear the clanging sound.
Iris also heard someone behind the door grit her teeth and mutter “Let you knock, let you knock” and sharpened the scissors harder.
SCP-096 was not squatting here all day long. It was better to say that most of it were spent counting how many paper bags it had saved in its own site, and the Slit-mouthed Woman also took advantage of this time to dry the sharpened scissors that were ready to be oiled.
A farce like this would only be staged when it remembered that a guy hadn’t solved it yet.
It smashed the door with a “bang.” It unexpectedly smashed to a beat and smashed Iris’s mind vividly with words—
Don’t hide in there and be silent, I know you’re at home! Open the door, you have the ability to look at my face, you have the ability to open the door!
Iris: “…”
Hell, why would she hear such inexplicable accompaniment?
“Strange,” she murmured, “I don’t think she has seen it alone, and SCP-682 is not—”
“It’s the first time.”
Someone smiled behind her: “It’s always so memorable.”
Iris: “………………”
Shouldn’t it be so misleading?!
She turned around in a dumbfounded manner and saw Xue Yao walking towards her with a smile. As long as the latter did not deliberately scare people and drop half of her face, it looked quite harmless—she said she learned it from her most beloved teacher, and Iris always wanted to know how she learned those methods.
Out of the same admiration for that person, the first person she became acquainted with after she came here was Xue Yao, and the two often spent time together.
After walking a few steps, she saw the fence in the corner, and Walter, who was in the fence, was chewing on bricks happily. Because its belly had been swollen, it didn’t mind opening its mouth to bite the pebbles that the little girl squatting on the side handed over.
It really complied with the phrase “I’m full, but I can still hold it.”
The little girl who fed it was SCP-053. She was pouting and looking upset.
“What’s the matter?” Iris asked, bending down.
The little girl knew that she could not look at others easily, so she said dully: “SCP-682 won’t open the door for me.”
“Then how can I have it wear a small dress…” she said aggrievedly, “I asked that big sister to help me get a lot of beautiful dresses and nail polish.”
Iris: “…”
Xue Yao: “…”
No, it was because of this that it avoided you, right???
After all, if you can’t resist when you meet in person, you can only live by staying at home.
SCP-096, the little girl, the tickle monster, and Able, all had a little entanglement with it.
The evil lizard knew exactly what kind of Asura scene he would face, so he simply stayed behind closed doors and chatted with his only and true friend—”Old AI”—on the Internet every day.
Iris passed by the door that she had forgotten to close, and hurriedly walked away with a smile with all her strength.
—It was one thing to see it at an undersea base, but it was another thing to see this big lizard that once caused the Foundation to have a headache and lay down in front of the computer and type on the keyboard.
“I sympathize with it a little bit now.”
After walking away, Iris sighed.
At first, she didn’t feel that way when she saw its execution record.
“It’s better to say that the teacher really helped this…” Xue Yao said quietly.
The two of them looked at each other, and both saw the same meaning in each other’s eyes.
—What kind of devil was this.
They passed through the corridor, and two gloomy “landscape paintings” were hung on the walls.
Kisaragi Station and Horror Carnival—these two scene cards were presented inside in this form. At first glance, they were still landscape paintings, but the occasional turbulence was enough to prove that they were not the same. You could watch them in real-time video.
Iris was perfectly adapted to it. She looked at all the pictures like this. Most of the guys who lived here were ghosts themselves, so it didn’t matter.
Oh, except for Jigsaw.
Even if he lived among a crowd of ghosts, he was still doing his best to maintain his crumbling materialistic worldview. If someone taught the old man the twenty-four words, he would almost memorize the core socialist values.
Self-deception to this extent was really a realm.
The housekeeper’s bell was quietly placed in the corner. Against it, the plaster statue doing cervical spine exercises next to the TV seemed particularly restless. Looking through the window, Slenderman had Toshio sit on his shoulders, while Kayako kept watch.
It can be seen that she still retained vigilance, but no matter how happy Toshio looked, she went with him. If you ignore the weirdness of the protagonist in the picture, this scene was actually a bit of fun.
“How many times have you said it?!”
The sharp female voice cut through the atmosphere, shocking the two who were walking by.
“I won’t, I won’t I WON’T!” Tomie screamed, “Don’t come to me again!”
“But,” said the Plague Doctor still arrogant, “Miss, this is to free the whole world from the power of the plague—”
The wooden door slammed in front of him. It would be weird if Kawakami Tomie cared about the fate of all mankind, let alone let herself be the subject of the experiment.
The Plague Doctor touched his sharp beak mask and turned his head to see them both.
“Good afternoon.” His tone was calm, and he didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all.
Xue Yao: “Uh—”[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
She didn’t say anything yet. Someone beside her leisurely intervened in the conversation.
“I said it a long time ago.” The other party also wore a mask. The difference was that it was a snow-white ceramic comedy mask, with black liquid pouring out of the edges, and the neckline was corroded. “You have to pay attention to the way you speak for this kind of thing.”
The Plague Doctor turned his head, “You know?”
“Of course,” the D-class personnel controlled by SCP-035, Possessive Mask, saw his old line of business, and then boasted, “I once let a certain host—”
They talked like this and went to the other side of the corridor.
Xue Yao: “………………”
Xue Yao: “???”
“Do they know each other?” She turned to Iris.
The latter said “yeah.”
“I remember, yes,” Iris recalled the files she had read when she was a member of the Omega-7 team. “The records said that SCP-049, who claimed to be a ‘plague doctor,’ originally refused to talk to the researcher. Later, there was one time after breaching containment, that he ran into a certain SCP who was also wearing a mask and they chatted for a while. After returning, he became a lot more talkative.”
Now it seemed that it meant Possessive Mask.
Xue Yao said “Oh.” She looked towards the courtyard facing outwards. The Hanging Balloon was floating in the air, and the scared Red Person was still learning ventriloquism from Mary Shaw conscientiously. The latter was actually very happy to accept such an apprentice. Her sister Meiji didn’t have this need, so she simply picked one out of the pile of puppets and played with it.
At this time, Alessa, who was clear-headed in her original personality, watched for a long time. Meiji waved at her and then hesitated to walk over to join them.
Chu Renmei was doing voice training by the grove further away, but she was quickly overwhelmed by a series of dog barks.
The zombie dog wagged his tail happily and barked after a man wrapped in a black robe.
“No!” The man tightened his neckline and shouted, “I can’t play with you anymore, my flesh has grown out!”
As soon as he chased them, he ran up to Iris and the two of them. After all, he was still bitten on the leg by the zombie dog, but he didn’t shake it off.
“I should have known that it just wants to eat bones,” he said angrily, “Damn revolutionary friendship.”
Zombie Dog: “Woof!”
Skull: “…”
Were you still agreeing?!
Iris and Xue Yao couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Many of them have seen this guy who used to hang on the bag all day long, but they didn’t expect it to join them one day after collecting his entire body.
It’s just that he was wrapped in a black robe all day long, and since he started to grow flesh in the past two days, he was even more tightly wrapped, and he didn’t want to let other guys see his real face before losing his impression.
“What are you laughing at?”
The skull heard their laughter and groaned.
He still didn’t get rid of the zombie dog, who clung to his calf with his paws, and was dragged away step by step.
“I don’t know where the Engraver is,” Xue Yao muttered, “Forget it.”
Anyway, she was discussing hairdressing secrets with Yamamura Sadako at this time.
Before Iris came, she was idle—at least they looked like they were about the same age.
They passed another door.
The space behind this door, logically speaking, belonged to Nyarlathotep.
But it had never been opened, and they sometimes felt that this place was empty all the time.
“Damn it,” Xue Yao was about to bite the handkerchief again, “Why can he go out if he wants to go out, I also want to control the teacher—”
“Alright, alright.”
Iris chuckled and dragged her away, but when she raised her head again, she was suddenly stunned, “Cap, captain?”
She also didn’t expect to meet Able here: “…”
Among other things, he usually stayed in his sarcophagus every day, and it was a miracle that he took the initiative to come out like them.
And his face was so gloomy like he was floating on water. He was standing in front of a door, somehow, and he seemed to hesitate between knocking on the door and walking away.
…Speaking of which, whose room was this?
She had always thought it was a little empty.
Before entering the picture book, she secretly told Lin You bad things about him, and she didn’t know if Able heard her or not. Although she looked at his behavior later, he might have been sleeping in the sarcophagus without noticing it, but she still had a guilty conscience.
Out of curiosity, Iris bit the bullet and still spoke: “Why are you—”
“I’m not,” Able replied bluntly, “I’m just taking a walk.”
In order to confirm this statement, he turned his face and left, leaving Iris and Xue Yao staring at the same place.
“He’s been standing there for a long time,” a voice said lightly.
Xue Yao turned her head, there was an eye in the gap staring at them.
—The Gap Girl was so enthusiastic about gossip.
“What?” As the former boss, she naturally asked.
“I don’t know,” said the girl, “I came first and found a cool place to take a nap, and then watched him come and go around…”
“It’s okay, you can continue to sleep.”
Xue Yao waved her hand, and the two of them continued to move forward.
Compared to the rooms in this apartment-like building, the Old Man preferred to stay in his own “pocket dimension”; the black goat kid was paralyzed in the air-conditioned room and was unwilling to move; Baba Yaga couldn’t get human flesh anymore so she just watched Hannibal every day and talked about it for comfort; and Eight-headed bird couldn’t go out since she had a new comfortable nest.
These belonged to those who didn’t like to go out, and they were as rarely seen as Able if he wanted to meet them.
Tickle Monster was so crazy that most of the time it stayed in the glass container and everyone took turns to play with it. As for SCP-173, they blocked the door here too—who would dare to let it out casually? At most SCP-096 wandered past occasionally, and no one could tell if it was a friendship or they were fighting.
The severed hand slipped past the side”, and the dumbbells he was dragging seemed to be brought by “Smile.”
The next thing they bumped into was a pile of metal parts that would move by themselves.
When the two of them were both startled, they saw a tanned face protruding from the last metal plate.
Besides their friendship since entering the picture book, they had seen each other at Thanksgiving, “Mr. Cain?”
“Good afternoon,” Cain was still in his polite tone with a touch of mechanics, but his expression was obviously distressed, “I still want to try something—”
After all, it was his own business.
He came up with this method, hoping to make some tools and flower pots to improve his isolated situation.
He just wanted to tinker with these.
Iris nodded in understanding, but only halfway through the action, she thought of something in a flash.
Wait.
That room—
Wasn’t it Mr. Cain’s?
Her dazed expression was so obvious that even Cain looked at her questioningly, and when Iris spoke in a few words, his face changed suddenly.
Cain: “…You said Able was wandering over there?”
“Yeah, he was in front of your room, and he didn’t look like he was going to fight—”
Compared with the previous times when neither of them could appear at the same site, it was a miracle.
Having said that, she also reacted.
A little speculation faintly emerged in Iris’s heart.
Was it because he knew that Cain had struggled for a long time because of his initiative to join, and finally made up his mind to come and talk about the things that happened back then, but waited and waited and didn’t see anyone, and simply—
Before she could finish thinking, Cain threw away the materials in his hands and rushed towards his room. In a blink of an eye, even his shadow was gone.
“Able!” He only heard him shouting as he ran, “Able—”
Iris: “…I haven’t had time to tell him that the captain has waited too long and ran into us and has gone.”
He would probably be quite angry.
Xue Yao shrugged.
It seemed that the two brothers still had to work on it.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
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Uh oh. I feel like the author is wrapping things up 🙁
At least we got to see the inside of the picture book