“There's something... I need to confess to you,” Feng Bujue said, stopping in place and speaking to Dr. Cox.

"What is it?" Cox asked seriously, thinking the other party was going to say something important.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue stared at the coffee cup on her desk and said, "I also quite like to drink coffee."

As soon as the words fell, the expression on Cox's face twitched, then she sighed and looked up at D19. "Agent, please unlock his handcuffs."

It seemed that Cox fully understood what Jue-ge meant.

"Are you sure, Doctor?" D19 didn't do it right away, because he deeply felt... that this action came with enormous risk.

"Yes, I'm sure," Cox replied affirmatively.

Since that was the case, D19 didn't say anything more. He took two steps forward and slightly lifted Jue-ge's wrist. Then, D19 used his right thumb to press down on a groove on the handcuff.

In that instant, a slight electrical sound rang out. Then, Feng Bujue felt the pressure on his wrist suddenly decrease, and the handcuffs immediately deflated like a punctured lifebuoy, naturally falling off his hand.

'Unlocking through scanning specific personnel's fingerprints...' At that moment, Jue-ge thought, 'The technology in this dimension is really quite reasonable.'

"Mr. Feng Bujue," Dr. Cox continued as soon as D19 removed the handcuffs, "I hope you won't betray my trust in you by doing something that will bring trouble to both of us."

"You can save that nonsense for someone else, Doctor," Jue-ge replied calmly, rubbing his wrist. "You and I both know that if I intended to use violence, these handcuffs... wouldn't stop me at all." He paused and added, "In fact, if I had that intention, from the beginning... I wouldn't have let you put these things on me."

Cox quietly looked at Feng Bujue for a few seconds upon hearing this.

Then, she snorted coldly and glanced at one side of the room. "The coffee machine is over there, help yourself."

Feng Bujue understood that the other party was taking the opportunity to change the subject and launch a new round of probing.

"You don't need to test me like this." Feng Bujue didn't walk in the direction she indicated, because he knew it would be a waste of time. "I can frankly tell you that your technological systems are vastly different from those of 'my world'."

What he meant by this was: I don't know how to use that coffee machine that looks like a chandelier.

In addition, Jue-ge was being careful here; he didn't say "Your technology is more advanced than my world's," but used the phrasing "technological systems are different"... that way, the other party couldn't judge the level of technology he knew based on "era."

"Is that so?" Cox leaned back in her chair upon hearing this, replying in an ambiguous tone, "I would very much like to hear in detail... what your technological systems are like."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue laughed. "Sure." He paused for half a second, changing the subject. "Whatever you want to say, wait until I've seen the data on SCP-3232."

"Hmph..." Cox snorted coldly and replied, "I'm afraid I don't have the authority to show you the data for any projects."

"Apply for it," Feng Bujue replied almost without thinking, sitting down in the chair in front of the other party's desk and crossing his legs.

"Mr. Feng Bujue, do you think that this request of yours is reasonable?" Cox asked in an almost rhetorical tone.

"Of course, it's reasonable." And Feng Bujue responded again with great speed, "I myself am something that you cannot contain or fully understand, this... you know better than anyone. You know that if I want to, I can disappear in front of you at any time and never return; you also know... that I can completely use force to communicate with you, and I personally don't care about the risks that this action may bring." He spread out his hands, putting on a very arrogant look. "To put it more plainly—if I want to leave, I can leave, and before I leave, I can also conveniently kill you, or do something else... like release some of the projects in this facility. Regardless of whether my actions will be terminated by you, for me... there's nothing to lose by trying."

Speaking up to this point, Feng Bujue turned his head and snapped his fingers at D19. "Excuse me, get me a cup of coffee, no sugar." After saying that, he looked at Dr. Cox again and continued, "Doctor, I think you're very clear about the above situation, otherwise... we wouldn't be sitting here talking at this moment." A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You're a smart person. When I kicked Agent D19's clone away, you understood that I wanted to negotiate with you, otherwise I would have kicked a hundred people to death before I was handcuffed.

But... negotiation isn't interrogation, both sides must have a certain 'bargaining chip'. Right now, my bargaining chip... or rather 'choice' obviously has the advantage, so I have sufficient conditions and reasons to make you make concessions first."

Jue-ge finished saying all of this in one breath. During the listening process, Dr. Cox's expression changed several times, and finally entered a state of speechlessness.

And Agent D19, maintained his expressionless state standing behind him, hesitating in his heart—"Should I really get him coffee?"

"Please... wait a moment." After a long while, Dr. Cox stood up. "I need to leave for a few minutes."

"Go ahead, I'm not going anywhere," Feng Bujue said leisurely, slumping in the chair, raising his hands and resting them behind his head.

"Agent, get him the coffee," Cox said to D19 on her way out of the office.

D19 helplessly walked to the side of the wall and began to operate the coffee machine.

And Feng Bujue sat there, saying without turning his head, "Mr. D19, I'm very curious... if I now jumped over the desk and went to touch Dr. Cox's computer, what would you do?"

As soon as Jue-ge said this, D19's coffee-making movements suddenly stopped, but he quickly regained his composure and replied coldly, "All programs are encrypted. Without the operator themselves, the only thing you can start are some basic programs that come with the system."

"Ah... as expected." Feng Bujue had already guessed this point as well. At this moment, he just wanted to confirm his reasoning through D19. "In an era where even handcuffs are unlocked by scanning fingerprints, I imagine theft has become very difficult, right?"

"Although you seamlessly led the topic and used this conversational tone..." D19 said, already walking back with a cup of coffee, "Your intention to extract technological intelligence about our world... is still quite obvious." He put the coffee in front of Jue-ge. "So, I refuse to answer your question."

"Okay, then let's talk about something else," Feng Bujue shrugged and replied. "How old are you this year? Are you married? Do you have any children? Have you ever played group [beep—] with your clones?"

…………

After enduring Jue-ge's barrage of garbage talk for more than ten minutes, D19 was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, Dr. Cox returned at this time.

"Mr. Feng Bujue," the doctor said as she entered, "I have already reported your request to my superiors. We will have to wait a while longer before we can get a clear response."

"Oh..." Jue-ge responded casually. The next second, he said something that made Dr. Cox's expression change drastically in a nonchalant way. "In other words... it will still take some time to forge an SCP-3232 file, right?"

As soon as the words landed, Dr. Cox was stunned in place, looking... like a second-rate actor who suddenly forgot their lines on stage.

"Don't be so surprised," Feng Bujue said. "Before you went out, I knew what you were going to do." He drank his coffee and said calmly, "In the past ten minutes or so, you just ran to another room to observe my interaction with D19, and arranged for the forging of documents by the way."

As he said this, he turned his head and smiled at the doctor. "Are you thinking now... 'Did he secretly put a bug on me?' And when I asked this question, you then thought... 'Is he able to read people's minds?'"

"Can you?" Cox simply asked.

"No," Feng Bujue replied.

"You're a very annoying guy, you know that yourself, right?" Cox's expression had become quite ugly when she said this.

"Yeah~ I'm just so charming," Feng Bujue replied with a playful smile, "But that's not the point..." He took another sip of coffee. "Doctor, even if you found ten people with the same level of skill as you, I could play this game of mutual probing with you for a whole day. However... even if I had that patience, I don't have that time; so, I advise you—put away your tricks, and save your colleagues some work; quickly hand over the real data on 3232... I know you yourself have that authority. When you brought me to this office, I knew you were at least an O5 personnel."

Upon hearing this, Cox pondered for a moment. Then, she turned her head to D19 and said, "Agent, you can go out first."

This time, D19 didn't express any disagreement, and turned to leave without saying a word...

On the one hand, D19 also understood that his presence or absence wouldn't make much of a difference; if Feng Bujue wanted to get violent, he wouldn't be able to stop him anyway.

On the other hand, D19 really didn't want to be in the same room with Jue-ge anymore; in the past ten minutes or so... he felt that he had been subjected to some kind of mental contamination, and he now urgently needed to do a standard internal mental assessment.

"O5, you've all heard, right?" A minute later, Dr. Cox returned to her desk, pressed a button on the desk, and said to the communicator, "The fake documents don't need to be made anymore, also... turn off the monitoring in the room."

Two seconds later, a sentence came from the communicator: "Okay, Doctor. Then... should we keep the video surveillance?"

"Of course, we should," Cox replied, looking up at Jue-ge as she said this. "If the video surveillance is turned off, then if the subject kills me and escapes from the room, you won't even know."

"Uh..." The reaction of the person on the other side of the communicator was a bit awkward. "Understood, Doctor."

After a brief exchange, Dr. Cox ended the communication; at this time, Agent D19 had also left the room.

At this point, only Feng Bujue and Dr. Cox were left in the office, and... the sound of their conversation was no longer being monitored.

"I have also come into contact with some projects with high intelligence," Dr. Cox said, operating her computer, "And you... may be the most frustrating one I've encountered so far."

"Then I'm truly honored..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, Dr. Cox's hand had left the optical keyboard, and she gently pushed a floating tablet display on the table, turning its front towards Feng Bujue.

At this moment, [SCP-3232], that is, the project file of Thriller Paradise in the ****** organization, was already displayed on the screen.

"Can this screen be touched with a finger?" As Feng Bujue asked this question, his eyes were firmly locked on the tablet, rapidly collecting the information in the picture.

"Yes, please feel free," Cox replied, resting her elbows on the table, interlacing her fingers and supporting her chin.

"Okay," Jue-ge responded, directly reaching out and starting to drag the scroll bar on the edge of the screen.

This indicated... that he had read the entire screen's worth of content in just those two lines of dialogue.

"Your reading speed is astonishing," Dr. Cox said, looking into Jue-ge's eyes and making an accurate assessment.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," Feng Bujue replied.

"I've also trained in this area, so I know... how difficult it is to do what you do," Cox continued.

"Alright, if we keep chatting, we'll start talking about the difference in talent; saying more is just tears." Most people would shut up at this point, but Jue-ge had to add, "Your tears..."

…………

One minute passed, and Feng Bujue had finished browsing all the information about SCP-3232.

In the process of reading, he had naturally also discovered... that this world was exactly the one he had experienced as "Rudy Austin" last time.

It was just that the era had been changed to the distant future.

From this, he immediately thought of two things to pay attention to—

First, SCP-079 in this universe no longer existed.

Second, although he had information on more than two thousand SCP projects in his mind, here... he had to take into account the impact of the "time" factor on those projects.

For example... some biological projects may have aged, or even died; some projects with limited totals may have been exhausted; and some projects may have been damaged, old, or even completely lost their special properties due to the increased number of uses.

Considering the number, complexity, and unpredictability of SCP projects...

And counting the various assumptions about the foundation's discovery, destruction, and replacement of projects over the years...

Even for Feng Bujue, it would take quite a long time to sort out all this information into a rough idea.