The Pan-Dimensional Containment Initiative

Chapter 5 Containment preparations and the concept of “cursed spirits”

"Don't move, this is a necessary disinfection procedure."

In the buffer room of Site-CN-01, several streaks of white mist suddenly sprayed out, covering Li Biao who had just entered the door.

Li Biao coughed so hard that the box in his hand, which had become a piece of scrap metal, hit the ground with a clang.

"Ahem... Supervisor! Do you want to pickle pickles? What does this taste like? It's sour and astringent!"

The smell was like bleach mixed with expired vinegar.

"A spray capable of neutralizing most low-level attached spirits."

Gongsun Qizhe stood behind the isolation glass, holding a tablet in his hand and scanning the rows of beating data.

[Detection object: D-114514]

[Body surface radiation residue: none]

[Mental pollution index: 1.2% (within the safety threshold)]

[Heart rate: 128 (reducing)]

"You can come out now."

Gongsun Qizhe pressed the door button.

The air-tight door slid open, and Li Biao walked out like a drowned dog, with the protective clothing all over his body still dripping with water. He pulled off his goggles, revealing a face that was white from stress.

"Supervisor, how was the operation I just performed? Was it neat enough?" Li Biao took off his heavy protective clothing while trying to keep up his face. "Let me tell you, the car is out of gas, otherwise I have to give the woman a foot on the accelerator to let her eat the exhaust gas."

boast.

He was obviously so scared that he almost peed his pants.

Gongsun Qizhe did not expose him. For D-class personnel, this meaningless bragging is a self-psychological adjustment mechanism that can effectively reduce the rate of SAN value (sanity value) loss.

"Not bad. At least you brought the information back alive."

Gongsun Qizhe turned around, took out a self-heating military ration bag from the newly decorated supply cabinet, and threw it casually.

Snap.

Li Biao caught it in a hurry.

When he saw the words on the package, the man's eyes immediately straightened.

Braised beef rice.

Since entering death row, he has never seen anything with meat. What did you eat in prison these past few months? Boil the cabbage in water, and make sure it is the unwashed and muddy kind.

"Is this... for me?" Li Biao swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Eat. This is... an advance salary."

Gongsun Qizhe sat in front of the workbench and stopped looking at him.

There was the sound of a plastic bag being torn open behind him, followed by the hissing sound of water being poured into the heating pack, and Li Biao's irrepressible giggle.

"Um, thank you, supervisor. You are... very particular!!!"

[Tip: D-114514’s loyalty increases]

[Current loyalty: 65]

Hearing the reminder sound in his mind, Gongsun Qizhe's lips twitched slightly.

This is what humans are.

Fear can make people obey, but only benefit - even if it is just a box of braised beef rice, can people really start to work hard.

He returned his attention to the screen.

On the floor plan of Haidu No. 7 Middle School, red ripples were still spreading in circles.

"According to D-114514's witness reports, affected students exhibit typical symptoms of sleepwalking, accompanied by collective hallucinations."

Gongsun Qizhe's fingers kept tapping on the table.

"And that smile that was blocked instantly."

He wrote down several keywords on paper: old school building, exam week, depression, collective unconsciousness, distortion.

The words combined reminded him of a word.

A very famous concept in the world full of animation works in his previous life.

"Curse spirit."

The overflowing negative emotions from human beings accumulate and ferment, and finally a monster is born.

School has always been a hotbed of negative emotions. The anxiety of exams, the resentment of bullying, confusion about the future, and the restlessness of adolescence that has nowhere to vent.

These emotions are usually invisible and intangible, but under certain circumstances - such as the abandoned library, they will accumulate like dirt in the sewer.

"If the underlying rules of this world allow the settings in Spell Return to War to exist..."

Gongsun Qizhe's eyes narrowed.

Then this is not just a cognitohazard.

At this moment, a bright red warning box popped up on the system interface in the upper right corner of the field of vision.

[High-risk containment target detected]

[Mission release: Contain Euclid-class items]

[Project temporary number: SCP-CN-002 (codename: Whispering Spirit)]

[Description: A collection of primary resentments formed by the long-term accumulation of academic pressure and adolescent anxiety in Haidu No. 7 Middle School. This entity possesses strong spiritual pollution and can induce weak-willed people to enter its territory through "whispering" and transform them into "puppets" for them to devour and grow. 】

[Containment requirements: Completely seal the entity into a standard containment unit. 】

[Mission reward: Containment point × 300, junior mobile task force (MTF) formation permission unlocked. 】

[Penalty for failure: Randomly deduct one of the host’s sensory abilities and obliterate it. 】

300 points.

This huge amount of money is enough to upgrade the current equipment of Site-CN-01 to one generation.

What's more important is the MTF formation authority.

This means that he will no longer be a mere commander, nor will he have to rely on this kind of temporary deception to command a death row prisoner who can only escape every time.

"But this thing... is not easy to handle."

Gongsun Qizhe clicked on the system mall and searched for anti-cognitohazardous equipment.

The cheapest set [Standard Anti-Memetic Combat Suit] costs 500 containment points.

It's just a money grab.

Now he has only a fraction of his body, and he can't even afford a slightly higher-end gas mask.

Behind him, Li Biao had already finished the lunch box and was licking the spoon with unfinished intent. The spoon reflected light from what he licked.

"Director, we've almost eaten. Do you have any other orders? As long as I'm not allowed to go to that ghost school again, I'll do whatever you say. I can even help you clean the floor."

Li Biao patted his slightly bulging belly, and his face full of flesh turned out to be a little more kind.

"You don't need to mop the floor."

Gongsun Qizhe turned around, looked past Li Biao, and landed on the transparent storage cabinet at the other end of the room.

Inside, SCP-CN-001, the blue Higan flower from Demon Slayer World, still exudes a faint blue light.

The light is beautiful, without any impurities.

It was a kind of pure, even somewhat overbearing vitality.

"The aggregation of negative emotions... is like mold in the gutter." Gongsun Qizhe muttered to himself.

And what are molds most afraid of?

Afraid of sunlight. Afraid of something that is full of energy and enthusiasm.

The curse spirit is composed of lifeless resentment.

And the Blue Higan Flower, that is what Lian Wutsuji Muzan has been looking for for a thousand years. It is the ultimate life catalyst that allows evil spirits who are afraid of the sun to overcome death and walk under the sun.

If the Whispering Spirit is a collection of death and darkness.

Then this flower is the ultimate life.

“D-114514。”

"Here!" Li Biao jumped up from his chair reflexively and stood at attention. After eating this meal, his resistance to this title was reduced by more than half.

Gongsun Qizhe pointed to the storage cabinet, with a flash of madness in his eyes, the look of a science geek.

"Go, open that cabinet."

Li Biao's eyes widened: "Huh? You want to get that pot of flowers again? Director, if you look at that thing for a long time, you will see gods..."

"I didn't let you see it. I want you to cut a small piece of tissue from the root, and then take half a cup of its nutrient solution."

Gongsun Qizhe took out a scalpel and several test tubes from the drawer and threw them on the table.

"We can't afford body armor."

He picked up the P-type pistol, which was slightly dull because it had not been used for a long time, and pulled the slide, making a crisp sound.

"So, we have to build one ourselves."