On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

Florida...

Alexander Lance looked at the broken bowl in his hand.

Only a few cents.

I couldn't help but sigh: "The profession of beggar is so difficult!"

Suddenly, several people stepped forward and dropped ten dollars, pointed at Lance's back and asked, "Did you do this?"

Lance looked back with some confusion and saw a strange statue appearing behind him.

A strange humanoid statue with a big head and a human body.

It looks human but not human, and looks weird, fierce, and even a little scary, but upon closer inspection, it actually has a simple and cute shape and a cute expression.

Just when Lance was about to say that this had nothing to do with me, he suddenly noticed that there were more people watching around him.

They came up one after another to throw out their dollars.

"Hello, did you do this?"

Lance hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Yes, I did it!"

People around him exclaimed: "What a talent!"

"Yes!"

"Must be a master!"

"It's so meaningful!"

"Sure enough, the master is among the people!"

A girl working in self-media interviewed on the spot: "Master, what do you think of other people's views on this piece of art?"

Lance replied without hesitation: "It all depends on the audience's view. He can think it is a human being, or he can think it is a god, or something else. For example, it is like a sign on the road, it only contains The only message. No matter which country you are in and which language you speak, you know what it means when you see it. But a painting is completely different from it. Different people can see different things, even the opposite. Something." (A tribute to Mr. Kato Izumi)

There was warm applause from all around.

The girl asked again: "Master, why do you bring it here? Why don't you go to the exhibition hall?"

Lance was overjoyed and secretly thought it was a good opportunity. He pretended to be helpless and sighed, "It's not because I don't have money to participate in the exhibition. Otherwise, I would definitely go."

The crowd around him instantly began to sympathize with the down-and-out "artist."

They all extended their helping hands to bring a touch of warmth to the artist.

The girl took out a thousand dollars and handed it to Lance: "Master, these may be able to help you."

Lance almost laughed out loud and forced himself to hold back his laughter: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Wiping away tears of joy: "Thank you everyone! I will work hard!"

“The master was moved to tears!”

"Master is such a sweetheart!"

"It's all those damn capitalists' fault!"

The street exhibition lasts until late at night.

The money Lance received has been packed in sacks, otherwise it would be too much to hold.

Lance looked around and saw that there was no one on the street.

Look back at the statue.

"What a wonderful baby!"

I touched the statue around excitedly, and I will rely on it to support my life from now on.

Just when I turned around to count the money.

Suddenly I found myself turned around again.

Then I heard a "click".

Lance felt a little confused: I just turned around! How can I still see behind me?

Before Lance could figure it out, his body fell to the ground and gradually became stiff.

Six gangsters in the distance have been paying attention to the beggar for a while and are discussing how to rob him!

When he turned around, he found that the beggar was gone.

"What about people?"

"I don't know! He was there just now!"

"He can't run far, chase him." After all, a sack of money can never run far even if you carry it on your back.

But as soon as I reached the statue, I was startled.

Lance's body fell downwards, his face facing the sky, and his head was twisted off by a huge force.

"Dead, dead?"

Several people looked around, but there was no human-shaped thing except this statue.

"It appears he has been robbed."

"Not necessarily." One member pointed to the sack on the ground: "I saw he used this to carry money."

"It's definitely not the case. There's no need to read."

A member who did not believe in evil kicked the sack, and dollars instantly scattered out.

"After the robbery, the money from the murder was not taken away."

"Why do you care so much! Wouldn't it be better if you didn't take it away!" After saying that, he lowered his body and started to put money into his arms.

The few remaining people didn't care so much and immediately joined the ranks of grabbing money.

"You have enough money!"

"Save some for me."

"What are you doing with so much?"

The four of them worked together to squeeze out the two who had grabbed the most.

"click" "click"

"Wait a minute!" Gangster A suddenly shouted: "There is a sound, did you hear it?"

The other three people also stood up holding a pile of money: "Where is it!"

Several people looked around and were surprised to find that the two gangsters from before also fell to the ground.

The head was turned behind him.

Bing gangster took a step back in fear and said tremblingly: "Is there a ghost?"

"Impossible, how can there be a ghost in this world! It's probably caused by someone trying to rob."

A nodded in agreement and analyzed calmly: "He didn't dare to show up, which means there are fewer people than us. He should be alone. The four of us are not afraid of him."

Gangster B said: "There is no place to hide people here. Pay attention to the streets."

The four of them immediately looked in pairs to see if there was any suspicious person.

"Click"

The gangster B fell to the ground in response.

The three of them were immediately startled.

Ding was so frightened that he didn't even care to take the money in his hand. He said in horror: "There is really a ghost!" He pressed his body tightly against A and B.

"elder brother!"

"What's the matter?"

Gangster B pointed at the statue and said, "That statue seems to be in the wrong position!"

Gangster A looked at the statue and said, "It does seem wrong."

"Maybe it's a ghost!" Ding Huanhuan quickly backed away when he heard something was wrong with the statue, muttering silently: "Almighty Lord! Help me!"

"Let's go up and take a look. There's probably someone inside." Gangster A rolled up his sleeves and prepared to step forward: "Help me hold him up to prevent him from running away."

Seeing that A was still so strong, Hunk B and Hun Ding felt a little more at ease and had the courage to grab the arms of the statue.

"Brother, don't worry! He can't escape."

As soon as I turned around, I saw that Gangster A had already reached the intersection.

A voice came from the distance: "Run quickly! Why are you still sitting around?"

Hunk B and Ding couldn't help but curse out a classic line: "**"

Run away.

B had just taken two steps when he heard a "click".

He quickly looked back and was horrified to find that the sculpture had arrived behind him at some point.

His hands have already touched Gangster B's neck.

Gangster B was trembling all over, he didn't dare to blink, let alone make any sound.

Staring at the statue, he slowly backed away.

It was found that the statue was still in place, without any movement.

Remember the previous situation.

An idea flashed through my head: Just keep an eye on it and it won't move.

But my eyelids are already very sleepy and may fall down at any time.

Yi used his hands to force open his eyelids and stared at the statue.

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Thanks for the help Zhongfen! (Scp Foundation Chinese Branch)

Thanks to Zhongfen for helping me ask the question about SCP-173! Thanks!

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