Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 55: The Ministry of Truth
Subtitle of this chapter: Only gays can defeat gays... Who said that?!
The short and fat young man stood up with some difficulty and grasped the door handle with his trembling right hand.
He took a deep breath, and it seemed that even turning the handle required all his strength.
“Click.”
The gears turn.
“Squeak…”
The door opened.
The first thing he saw was a very young and handsome yellow man sitting behind a desk, concentrating on playing cards. Next to the yellow man was a tall, masked man who seemed to be taking a nap.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two uninvited guests looked up at the same time and looked at the extremely astonished young man.
The yellow man smiled a standard business smile, and he said enthusiastically, as if he had seen a big customer who would bring him huge profits: "Mr. Hoover, you're back?"
John Edgar Hoover, now a U.S. Department of Justice lawyer, asked in a shrill voice: "Who the hell are you?!"
The yellow man frowned and used his little finger to pick his ear, then blew a breath into the tip of his little finger. Then he shook his head and said, "Mr. Hoover, do you think this is a good question in this situation?"
"Who are you? Get out now, or I'll call the police!" The future FBI director was in a mess at this time. He didn't pay attention to what the other party said at all, but shouted again.
"Call the police? Mr. Hoover, you need to call the police!" The yellow man... actually our Master Yuan nodded and said, "I'll call for you."
As he spoke, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed 0… Of course, there was no 911 in those days, and most calls were transferred through operators.
A few seconds later he said into the receiver: "Hello, operator. Please put me through to the police station..."
"Wait a minute! Please wait a minute!" Mr. Hoover was also an extraordinary person. When he saw Yuan Yanshu's fearless look and thought of the photo in his hand, he instantly understood why the other party was so arrogant, so he immediately spoke out to stop her.
But Master Yuan did not hang up the phone. He just said into the receiver: "Hello, I am John Hoover. May I ask..."
At this time, the real Mr. John Hoover's face turned blue.
"Is my tuxedo ready? What...you're not a laundromat, but the Washington Police Department?!"
Hoover almost collapsed to the ground, but fortunately he grabbed the door in time and did not fall.
"I'm sorry, sir. It must have been a damn mistake on the part of the operator..."
“Clang!”
Yuan Yan hung up the phone quickly, smiled at the future mastermind behind the scenes and said, "Mr. Hoover, you are indeed a smart man."
"Hmph!" Hoover snorted coldly, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the wine cabinet next to the study door. It seemed that he wanted to have a glass of wine to calm down.
Our Master Yuan sighed upon seeing this, but he did not make any move . He just curled his lips and said, "Mr. Hoover, my companion and I want to give you a suggestion..."
"Shut up! Tell me who you are and why you came to my house. Otherwise, you won't be held legally responsible for killing the intruder."
As a smart man, a very careful smart man, he would naturally prepare some tricks at home. So Mr. Hoover took out a small emergency pistol from the hidden place in the wine cabinet, turned around and pointed the gun at the two intruders.
Now that he had the weapon in his hand, he felt much relieved.
"Mr. Hoover, there's no need to remind us, we know you are a lawyer. But you should listen to our advice, your gun needs maintenance." Yuan Yan shrugged and said helplessly.
"Hmm..." Hoover looked at the two uninvited guests who were so relaxed and showed no sign of nervousness. He quickly removed the magazine and took a look...
Sure enough, it was empty inside.
Our Master Yuan said in a coaxing tone: "Okay, Mr. Hoover, stop making trouble. Please sit down. Otherwise..."
He winked at the masked man beside him...actually Mr. Aiden, who reluctantly took out a pistol from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and then put it back.
Faced with such a situation, no matter how smart Hoover was, he had to sit down obediently according to Yuan Yanshu's "suggestion".
He walked into his desk and found that the yellow man was not playing ordinary poker but a deck of tarot cards, and this guy looked very familiar...
"I remember! You are, you are, you are..." As soon as he said this, he thought that if the other party knew that he had recognized his identity, he might kill him, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence.
"It's an honor. I didn't expect Mr. Hoover to know me." Yuan Yanshu said without any hesitation: "Yes, I am NY from NY. Nice to meet you."
In fact, contrary to what he thought, our Master Yuan never thought about concealing his identity.
Firstly, precisely because Hoover is a smart man, the more confident he is, the more fearful the other party will be.
Secondly, Hoover would only be useful to him if he became the director of BOI. And when he really holds such a key position in the future, it would not be difficult for him to find out who he is. Maybe, with the resources he has now, this guy can find out his identity.
Three... It's so uncomfortable to wear a mask when pretending to be cool.
"By the way, let me introduce you." Yuan Yan pointed at Mr. Aiden and said, "This is my companion, Mr. Sword 10. Mr. Hoover, don't worry, Mr. Sword 10 is a good man. As long as you don't behave like you did just now, he won't do anything to you."
Similarly, in order to maintain mystery and ensure safety, it is best not to reveal Mr. Aiden's identity.
"Humph!" Hoover snorted coldly, sat down and said coldly: "Mr. Yuan, what do you want to see me about? And..."
He suppressed his anger and didn't throw the photos in his hand at the hateful yellow monkey's face, "What's the matter with these photos?"
Yuan Yan suddenly showed a very subtle expression, smacked her lips and said: "Mr. Hoover, you are also a gentleman... Well, although your interests are a bit weird, but as a gentleman, it is meaningless for you to say this. Don't you know what these photos are about?"
"FXCK, of course I know what's going on, but..." Hoover couldn't help it. He stood up suddenly, waving the photos in his hand and roared: "These photos are fake! Fake!! Fake!!!"
"I've never worn these clothes..."
Yes, this guy is a transvestite. Unfortunately, he is not as handsome as Leo, who later played him, so the photos of him in women's clothing are a bit horrible..
“I don’t recognize the person in the photo at all…”
"Oh, this gentleman is called Billy Herrington." Our Master Yuan interrupted, "I thought you would like him?"
"Damn it! How could I like him? What I like is..." The gay realized something and forced himself to change his words: "Well, women. I like women! How could I like men?!"
Yuan Yan suddenly said, "Yes, I also wonder why some men like men? You and I are both men, and we know that men are such disgusting creatures. Mr. Hoover, let me tell you, when I think about sleeping with a man, I get goose bumps all over my body..."
Fortunately, it is 1921 now and not a hundred years later.
At that time, even in a certain big country in the East, political correctness was important. No matter how much people hated gays, they still had to put on a pose that said, "I am a civilized person, I understand homosexuality."
Our Master Yuan did try hard to become a "civilized person", for example, he watched some Billy Herrington films. But unfortunately, he just couldn't understand it, not psychologically, but physiologically.
But a hundred years ago, he could make "politically incorrect" remarks with impunity.
"Shut up! What I'm asking you is where do these photos come from?!" Hoover, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted his chattering.
"Mr. Hoover, you are talking about these photos..." Yuan Yan said as if she suddenly realized something.
After traveling through time for half a year, he finally understood what the most powerful function of the "Can You Become a Master by Traveling Through Time? Go to the Ball" system was, apart from those unscientific elements. That was to generate any written material he could imagine.
Human beings are really intelligent creatures who are very good at invention and creation. Along with the invention of photography technology, PS technology was also created.
The former Soviet Union was particularly good at this, and even established a special technical school. In fact, the major Western countries and a certain major Eastern country are not bad either.
How to put it, internet celebrities who are responsible to their audience must know how to put on makeup even if they don’t have plastic surgery, and a country that is responsible for its history also needs a Ministry of Truth.
And now he is the Ministry of Truth in human form, forging a few photos is easier than drinking water. For example, generating a few photos of Mr. Hoover and his muscle brother doing unspeakable things.
For Yuan Yanshu, the hardest part was to suppress the physical nausea.
"clatter!"
Our Master Yuan snapped his fingers, and poor Mr. Hoover was horrified to find that several even more indescribable photos suddenly appeared on the desk in front of him.
"You da, you da, you da..." His teeth were chattering so much that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Mr. Aiden, who was sitting next to him, sighed in understanding. When he saw this scene last night, he had a similar reaction to the young man.
However, the photos he saw showed him torturing Lin Dengwan and Zhuang Kunlun. He also realized that the photos were fake. Although he did do these things, they were not as .
The Fool imparted some life lessons to the Ten of Swords, which were...
"Mr. Aiden Hoover. These pictures are fake, of course, but these things are real. Humans only want to see what they want to see, so what does it matter whether the pictures are fake or not, or even whether the things are real or not?"
"Hu, hu, hu..." The future FBI director took several deep breaths before he managed to calm down.
"What do you want? Mr. Neo Yuan, money..."
"Hahaha..." Yuan Yan laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He waved his hand and said, "Mr. Hoover, Mr. Hoover, do you think I need your money?"
"Please take a seat, Mr. Hoover. Let's have a chat."
Instead, he stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of whiskey, stuffed it into Hoover's hand and said, "Mr. Hoover, please cheer up. You know, today is very critical for you..."
"March 4, 1921 is either the beginning of your life or the end of your life!"
Of course, this sentence is scary. It's not that our Master Yuan is soft-hearted, but the S value generated by killing this guy can make him explode on the spot.
Hoover drank half a glass of whiskey in one gulp. Under the stimulation of alcohol, his brain was indeed restarted.
He now understood that Neo Yuan was definitely not a good person. Since he had broken into his home, it was possible that he would do something even more terrible, or even kill him.
And he also holds his own secrets. These photos are indeed fake, but he knows in his heart that these things are true, that he has worn women's clothes and has had male companions.
But why did this Chinese man come to me? If he didn't want money, the only thing that mattered to me was my official position.
But I am just a mid-level bureaucrat in the Ministry of Justice. If I were a spy, I should focus on the military or diplomatic departments. How many secrets can a Ministry of Justice official know? And these secrets are of no use to foreigners.
He couldn't figure it out, so he just asked directly. Hoover pointed to the photo on the table and said, "Mr. Yuan, I don't know how you did it. But I know that you must have a special purpose in looking for me to be able to do this..."
"Then could you please tell me why you came to see me?"
Yuan Yan poured two more glasses of whiskey, handed one to Mr. Aiden and said, "Mr. Sword 10, I told you before, I like dealing with smart people."
Holding the wine glass, he returned to his original seat and said, "Mr. Hoover, since you are so straightforward, I will not hide it from you. I am not here to look for you, I am here on behalf of my organization."
"Mr. Yuan, can you tell me what kind of organization this is? Are you working for the emperor of your country?"
"Haha, we don't have an emperor in China now. We only have a president like you..." Master Yuan said angrily and amusedly: "Well, I don't work for my country either. The organization I belong to is called the SCP Foundation..."
"Exotic Object Containment Procedure Foundation? Mr. Yuan, are you kidding?" Hoover couldn't help but object after hearing the full name of the SCP Foundation.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Our Master Yuan knocked the desk three times with his knuckles, and three indescribable photos appeared on the desk.
"Mr. Hoover, if you don't believe me, you have to believe your own eyes."
"Unfortunately, the SCP Foundation is really not a joke!"
