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"Let me do it this time!" Brit said softly, with a serious expression on his face.
The others wanted to deny it, but after thinking about it, they concluded that Brit was indeed a more suitable candidate. They were not hypocritical and advised Brit to be more careful.
"Don't worry! No problem!" Brit patted his chest, but after thinking it over, he still felt a little guilty. He continued, "Well... I'll do my best!"
Next, Brit was going to put on the reflective clothing he found, an item discovered in the maintenance area. When they first found it, the team was amazed, but after considering the abnormal traits of SCP-017, everyone understood its importance.
The containment chamber is full of lights. If you don't wear reflective clothing to go in, it will create shadows and increase the risk. Of course, wearing reflective clothing only reduces the risk; it does not mean that there is no risk at all.
After putting on the reflective clothing, the five returned to the passage and came to the door of the containment room.
"Bro, be careful!" Vale patted Brit on the shoulder. Although he was in a bad state at the moment, he was still a little worried about Brit's safety.
"It's okay; don't worry!" Brit shook his head. He was wearing a matching mask, the lenses of which were aligned and dark.
The helmet of the reflective vest also had a headset device, which connected to the equipment in the room with the computer. The others could contact Brit through the device later. In addition, the zipper and belt of the reflective clothing were plated with ultra-reflective chrome, which undoubtedly increased the safety of the players performing tasks.
"Okay, I'm off!" Brit took a deep breath and announced. Then, he pressed the button, and the metal door of the containment room opened.
As far as the eye could see, there was a small elevator. They were not surprised because they had already reviewed the corresponding containment area structure in the structural diagram. SCP-017's actual containment chamber was below.
Brit entered the elevator and pushed the button; the elevator doors then closed.
Before closing, Brit waved to his teammates, who were cheering him on. Once the elevator started to descend, Brit let out a long breath.
"Everyone, this is a one-time fight!" Brit raised his hand as a gesture.
The viewers in the stream were immediately excited, cheering for Brit one after another. After all, given the situation just now, many people did not dare to carry out the task alone, and Brit had decisively taken the initiative, which made many people admire him.
In a few seconds, the elevator reached the bottom, and the elevator doors opened. What appeared before Brit and many viewers was a small corridor. Many high-power light bulbs were installed on the floor, ceiling, and walls of the corridor, but even with so many bulbs shining, Brit still felt a little cold.
After reading the structural diagram, Brit knew that this was because the temperature in the containment room area of SCP-017 was controlled to be relatively low. The reason for this deliberate control was precisely because the densely packed high-power light bulbs in the containment room were easily heated or damaged. To avoid this situation, the Foundation had to lower the temperature appropriately.
After walking to the end of the corridor, Brit came to an automatic glass door. When he arrived, the glass door opened automatically. Inside the door was the containment chamber.
"Brit, can you hear me?" At this time, Kiwo's voice came through the headset.
Brit swallowed and suppressed the tension in his heart, responding softly, "Yes..."
"Okay! Brit, be careful; we can see you in the surveillance..." Kiwo deliberately lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing Brit or the entity in the containment room.
Brit looked up, noticing the surveillance probe in the corner above the corridor. He raised his hand and waved toward the probe.
"It's okay; don't worry!" Then, Brit looked again at the containment room ahead. After waiting a few seconds, he resolutely stepped into the containment room.
After entering, Brit suddenly felt as if he had entered a world composed of light. In the entire containment room, every surface emitted a dazzling light. The containment chamber seemed to be immersed in a sea of luminescence.
Brit's binocular lens could effectively block the light, allowing him to keep his eyes open. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around the containment room. He saw that in this huge containment room, every wall, including the ceiling and the floor, was covered with high-power arc lights. The light from these lamps was concentrated on the suspended glass cage in the center of the room.
From the monitoring, the glass cage seemed to be floating in the air.
However, once he arrived at the scene, Brit saw that it was hung from the ceiling. The rope suspending it was very thin and had been treated with reflective light, making it hard to see clearly. These were just details; the most important part of this containment room was the entity inside the glass cage, known as the "Shadow Person."
In Brit's eyes, it was a dark mist in the shape of a vague child. The ambient light hit it, making it look like a black stain in a bright world. It was motionless and appeared completely harmless.
But Brit, who was well aware of its abnormal traits, felt his muscles stiffen upon seeing it. It was caused by extreme tension.
"Brit, are you alright?"
"Bro, relax!"
"It's okay; let's start over!"
Kiwo and the others' concern and greetings came through the headset again. Brit took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and kept mentally repeating, "Just be careful, and nothing will go wrong! Just be careful, and nothing will go wrong!"
A few seconds later, Brit opened his eyes and softly responded to his teammates, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Next, I'm going to start looking for the faulty light bulb..."
After Brit finished speaking, he squinted and searched the entire containment room. After a few seconds, he finally located the broken bulb. It was on the opposite side of the containment chamber.
From the outside, this distance was nothing, but here, that short distance felt like thousands of miles away.
However, Brit felt lucky that the broken bulb was not on the ceiling but on a wall more than one meter high. If it had been on the ceiling, it would have been troublesome, significantly increasing the task's difficulty.
"Don't panic; take your time, and be careful!" Brit reassured himself in his mind. Then, he stepped forward and walked toward the broken light bulb.
At the same time, the group in the room above and thousands of viewers held their breath, focusing on Brit as he performed the task of repairing the light bulb. Everyone seemed to assume Brit's role, feeling as though they were the maintenance personnel.
Be careful with every step!
Be cautious with every move!
Because you never know when your tiny shadow will bring you disaster.