SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 118: Whips, Uniforms, and Buses._1

"Drip-drop, drip-drop..."

An open-top patrol car slowly approached, with three smartly dressed female officers seated inside.

Once at the intersection, one of the shapely policewomen stepped out, her sharp gaze sweeping the area. Spotting Colin waiting, she moved towards him.

"Was it you who made the call?" asked the buxom policewoman as she approached, clutching a leather whip in her hand, handcuffs and a baton hanging at her waist. Her scrutiny-filled gaze fixed on Colin.

"Yes, the person is over there. I just stepped outside and saw her lying there motionless."

Colin nodded and glanced at the objects in her hand—Where on earth did this scenario come from? Which police officers actually carry whips with them?

The person who set up "Passionate Paradise" must have never seen any real officers, right?

But as much as he scoffed inwardly, he dared not look too long for fear of triggering something else; then he pointed towards the "class beauty" under the streetlight.

Although the female class beauty was quite attractive, dangerously aligning with his fetishes...

Clearly...

This was not something decent.

"Alright, I got it..."

The policewoman went over, took a quick look, then confirmed in a firm tone, "She’s indeed drunk, seems she drank too much, had a blackout and fainted here. Come over and help me lift her, we’ll take her back to the public security office."

After speaking, she turned to Colin: "Do you know her?"

He didn’t know her... Colin wanted to say this to avoid further trouble, but before the words could leave his mouth, his right eyelid suddenly twitched, and a bad feeling surfaced from within.

Do they have the ability to verify truth from lies?

Colin’s thoughts shifted, and what he said was: "I know her, she’s a girl from our class, but I don’t know her name."

"Is that so," the policewoman asked a few more simple questions before she stopped the inquiry.

At the same time, Colin felt the strange unease disappear...

By normal logic, he would have lied just now, saying he didn’t know her, right? Damn it, playing shady games, aren’t they...

Colin cursed inwardly and then tentatively spoke up:

"Then I should go to school now, I’m almost late..."

After finishing, he prepared to leave, but the female officer said, "Wait, don’t rush off to school just yet."

"What’s the matter?"

Colin’s heart skipped a beat, then suddenly remembered, don’t callers usually have to give a statement?

Would there still be time to go to school after making the report?

Wait, maybe not necessary...

Colin recalled that when the Dean’s late wife’s gold ring went missing, they made a report, and after it was found, no statement was needed, and they just left.

But... Colin wasn’t very familiar with this; he only knew that if they used this as an excuse to take him to the security office, things could get troublesome.

If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to follow the Narrator’s instructions for "an uneventful day," and who knows what twists could occur.

"You’re quite commendable, knowing to call the police, instead of acting like human scum, taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state and causing other societal harms..."

The policewoman nodded approvingly at Colin, her sharp gaze softening considerably.

"Of course, of course, this is the moral principle taught to us since childhood by the school."

Colin nodded repeatedly, knowing full well that if he had really entertained some unsavory thoughts and dragged this unfamiliar class beauty to the small woods behind the alley, truth be told, who would have taken advantage of whom was not a sure thing...

’In a dangerous world, boys must learn to protect themselves and say no to bad temptations!’

Colin muttered to himself, his eyes shifting away from the female officers dressed in wildly inappropriate attire that clearly didn’t conform to conventional norms.

However, just at that moment, he suddenly saw some information pop up on his retina...

[Clad in a dashing uniform, the female officer who resembled an older sister showed immense appreciation for your character, noting it is a rare sight these days to come across flowers as pure as you.]

[Clearly, she seemed to want to personally cultivate you, to safeguard your future...]

Colin’s eyelid twitched as he finished reading the information, just in time to see the voluptuous female officer tuck a whip between her breasts, before she asked:

"By the way, your school uniform matches hers, you are students from the same school, aren’t you?

"Do you have a contact? What is it, could you leave one? If there’s anything, it would be good for us to get in touch with you.

"Of course, if there are other matters, you might also come directly to me for assistance."

There was really no need... Colin almost vehemently refused, turning his mind swiftly, he responded, "I... I don’t have any contact information."

"What about your mobile number?"

"I just changed my SIM card, I can’t remember the number..."

"Then..."

"Ah, I’m sorry Sister, my bus has arrived. If there’s nothing else, I need to go to school. If I miss this one, I’ll have to stand as punishment from the teacher..."

Seeing a bus with a "2" on top approaching from the distance, Colin hastily looked for an excuse to leave.

"Hmm, alright then, remember to tell your teacher about what happened here."

"Yes, of course."

Hearing that the woman did not pursue further, Colin once again breathed a sigh of relief internally.

He felt that if their contacts were taken by her, it might lead to other unsavory developments.

Although he was not sure what would happen specifically, it was very likely not to be anything good.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, the bus on route 2 arrived like a savior, and the Narrator did not continue to cause trouble...

"What in the world is going on here? It feels like traps are everywhere, making it impossible for one to live in peace. It’s been less than an hour, and so many troublesome things have already happened."

Colin felt that if other employees from his company encountered similar situations, especially the ones with setups as lethal as the door they faced earlier, they would likely be in grave danger.

They might be caught off guard at first.

Moreover, the subsequent conversations were filled with language traps so subtle they were hidden within seemingly ordinary sentences, and giving the wrong answer could easily spell trouble.

"The anomalies I’ve encountered now, the fake sisters, the class beauty, the female officers... they all give me an extremely dangerous feeling, with a threat level I’m afraid none lower than third-stage ’Beastification’... This place is really outrageous."

Colin shook his head inwardly.

It seems these Containment Subjects still require "evidence" to act, everything has to follow the rules, according to that "script"...

But in a few days, things might not be the same.

If by then these creatures no longer needed to find "evidence" to act...

Colin felt his scalp tingle with just the thought.

However, before he could ponder further, the bus on route 2 slowly came to a halt in front of him.

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