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"Ah, I didn't know we had guests. We rarely have people here." A calm male voice came.

Brit couldn't help being stunned.

"Who is he?" This is the first question that popped into Brit's head.

He stared blankly at the man at the other end of the passage.

The man wore a thick black robe with a one-piece black hood over his head and a pointy beak mask covered his face. With hands behind his back, he walked toward Brit.

"You... you are..." Brit blurted out subconsciously.

The man's eyes, hidden behind the bird's beak mask, were mysterious. He looked at Brit and replied calmly: "I'm a doctor."

"Doctor??" Brit frowned.

Is this person the NPC doctor in this game? What is he doing? Is he here specifically to heal players? But why does he look so strange? And what did he mean by what he just said? What do you mean few people come here? Why would he say that if he's a doctor in this place? Strange, very strange.

"There's something wrong with this guy." Brit subconsciously became vigilant.

But before he could speak again, the beaked man approaching from the other side paused slightly, he seemed to sense something. Immediately afterward, the eyes behind his mask became intense.

"Pestilence?" His voice lost the calmness it had a moment ago, replaced with a hint of surprise and anger.

A few question marks instantly popped up in Brit's head: "Pestilence? What Pestilence? Do I have a Pestilence? Why is he so angry?"

The beaked man had no intention of explaining. He stared at Brit and said lowly, "You've got the Pestilence on you... Damn it, I've felt it."

His eyes behind the mask grew colder.

"Everyone, something's wrong with this guy, he must be the SCP-049..." Brit said softly, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

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The viewers in the chat also felt the strange atmosphere of the man with the beak mask:

"F*CK-! Brit, I think something's wrong with this guy! Hurry up and run!"

"This NPC is so strange. Why does he wear a beak mask? Is he a doctor?"

"Why do I suddenly feel that what Brit said is right, this man is SCP-049!"

"Are you kidding? Isn't this a human being? Why is it a SCP?"

"Not necessarily, I don't know where the file for SCP-049 is. Brit hasn't found it yet, but this man is not normal."

"I'm a little scared..."

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Ignoring the chat, Brit looked at the man in the beaked mask approaching, paused for two seconds, then turned around and ran away. There are so many strange things in this game, so, it doesn't seem too odd to have such a monster. Moreover, all indications are that this man with the white-beaked mask is very dangerous, so he must stay away.

"Is Vale still holding on?" Brit ran back to the passageway of the containment room, and Vale, at the other end, was still fighting several zombies frantically.

Despite the wounds all over his body, Vale's pain sensitivity is set extremely low, so he still has a crazed energy, allowing him to persist.

However, when Vale noticed Brit, he widened his eyes: "I... Brit, why are you back again???"

"There's a strange person; I think he's very dangerous. Probably SCP-049." Brit replied anxiously.

While talking, Vale noticed the man with the white-beaked mask coming around the corner at the end of the passage. The moment he saw him, Vale couldn't help but shout, "Damn-!"

"Ahem-! What the h*ll is that?" Vale said weakly, horrified.

Then he was even more shocked to see that the zombies pressing him suddenly stopped, they stood up one by one, like statues. But even if the zombies no longer restrained Vale, he couldn't get up. He was covered in blood and many horrific wounds even exposed the bones inside. Vale was shocked he had lasted this long, but felt dizzy; he was probably going to GG soon.

"Pestilence-!" Seeing Vale, the man with the white-beaked mask let out a low, angry growl.

Even if Vale and Brit had slow reactions, they fully understood that the man with the white-beaked mask was a SCP. Didn't you see those zombies stop the moment he arrived? Can normal people do that?

"Brit, go-!" The weakened Vale lying on the ground suddenly yelled at Brit, then he shouted at the beaked man: "Come on, come to me..."

Brit's heart skipped a beat, but he was sweating profusely. Now he stood in the middle of the passage, with Vale and a bunch of zombies in front of him, and behind him was the sinister beaked man. He had nowhere to go.

"Hey, I can't escape..." Brit shook his head.

Vale quickly understood the situation. The white-beaked mask can control these zombies so it won't let Brit escape, Vale sighed in frustration.

At this point, the white-beaked mask spoke again, his voice low and cold, with a kind of repressed irritation, "You don't need to fear me. I won't harm you; I'm saving you."

Brit and Vale were stunned. Saving us? Saving us from zombies? Both of them found it extremely odd. But they had no choice; this game was probably over.

"Vale, restart the game." Brit reminded him. Since they were doomed to fail, they might as well exit early to avoid further suffering.

Vale spat out a mouthful of blood, smiling: "It's okay, I know what I'm doing. Brit, take the opportunity to search the surrounding rooms to see if you can find a file or something useful. It'll help for next time."

"Okay." Brit nodded immediately.

He walked to an open door nearby, but as he was about to enter, he noticed a yellow sign on the wall next to it.

[ SCP-049 ]

"This is the Containment Chamber for SCP-049." Brit was taken aback.

But when he saw the photo of the SCP on the yellow sign, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Damn, it's him?!"

The photo on the yellow sign was indeed of the white-beaked mask man, but the situation had been too urgent for Brit and Vale to notice this sign before.

"Vale, it's him-!" Brit shouted.

"Hurry up, Brit—" Vale's voice was cut off.

Brit looked back, his eyes widening. He saw the white-beaked masked man pass him and approach Vale, his hand was already on Vale's forehead.

With just a light touch, Vale was like a machine unplugged from power. In that instant, all life drained from him. No struggle, no pain. Just a touch and he died instantly. Simple yet terrifying.

Brit was shocked.

The white-beaked masked man seemed to notice Brit's gaze. He turned his head, his cold eyes locking onto Brit, making him feel a chill all over: "I'm a doctor...I have the antidote. I... am healing you..."