I created a foundation

Her very existence is a mockery and subversion of order and rationality.

If it is not handled properly, this bustling Tokyo, the entire neon, and even this world that has just begun to show its hideousness, will become her petri dish in a very short time, a hell made of twisted and bloodless things.

This is not alarmist.

This is the inevitable conclusion he came to based on his profound understanding of that existence.

The anomalies that were contained in the previous times, whether it was the Yin-Yang Eyes, the Human-Faced Dog, the Parasyte, Mary's cell phone, the Zanpakuto, the Deep Sea King or Kamishiro Rize, although each had its own dangers, in Lin Qing's opinion, they were all still within the controllable range.

Only the name "Tomie" caused real waves in his usually calm state of mind.

"specific situation."

Lin Qing's voice remained calm, but Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was familiar with him, keenly sensed an unusual weight in it, a kind of extreme oppression before a storm.

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not dare to delay and immediately explained to Lin Qing in detail all the details of the "Justice" report, including the strange scenes of Tomie appearing at the same time in different locations in the surveillance video, as well as the police's initial speculation and response plan.

After listening to the report, Lin Qing was silent for a few seconds.

In the garden, the only sound is the rustling of plant branches caused by the simulated breeze.

He dropped the garden shears in his hand, and the delicate shears fell on the soft soil without making much sound.

He turned and faced the giant communication screen embedded in the wall of the villa, which was currently displaying a real-time image of the Foundation headquarters.

His expression became extremely serious, and for the first time, true solemnity appeared in his deep eyes.

"Shiyu."

"exist."

"Immediately activate the Foundation's highest-level emergency plan."

"S-class containment order, now issued."

When Kasumigaoka Utaha heard this, her pupils suddenly shrank.

S level!

Since its founding, the Foundation has handled several high-risk anomalies, but has never activated an S-Class containment directive. This level means the target has the potential to cause a devastating disaster to an entire region, or even the world.

She immediately realized that this enemy was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

Lin Qing didn't give her much time to think. His voice was directly connected to the central broadcast of the foundation headquarters through the broadcasting system in the villa.

The next moment, his calm yet unquestionable voice echoed clearly in the basement of Feng Zhiqi Academy, in every corner of the SCP Foundation headquarters, and reached the ears of every member of the Foundation.

"Attention all members of the SCP Foundation."

"Attention all members of the SCP Foundation."

The repeated announcements made all the busy members stop what they were doing, look up and look at the speaker closest to them.

In the intelligence analysis hall, dozens of analysts looked up from the complex charts and data streams with a look of surprise on their faces.

Inside the armed escort passage, the members of the combat team who were escorting a low-level anomaly sample all paused.

In the laboratory of the research department, researchers in white coats put down their test tubes and microscopes.

At the logistics support center, Nanami Aoyama, who was dispatching supplies, also stopped taking notes.

In Shinomiya Kaguya's private office, she and Hayasaka Ai, who were handling the docking affairs between the Shinomiya Group and the Foundation, looked at the communication device that made the sound at the same time.

Inside the dojo, Busujima Saeko, who was conducting synchronized Zanpakutō training, paused slightly for a moment as she tightly grasped "Nosho", a hint of surprise flashing in her sharp eyes.

In the studio, Ying Lili put down her paintbrush and frowned slightly.

Even the Yukinoshita sisters, who were in charge of follow-up monitoring in Izu, received the broadcast simultaneously through the encrypted channel.

Everyone's mind was firmly grasped at this moment.

They could feel an unprecedented heavy pressure from this brief opening statement.

"I'm Lin Qing."

"Issuing now, Foundation 001, S-Class Containment Order."

S level!

These two words were like two heavy hammers, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Even Nanami Aoyama, who knew little about the foundation's "business", could feel a suffocating feeling of impending storm from this level name she had never heard of before and the president's unusually serious tone.

Core members like Yotsuya Miko, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Eriri, Busujima Saeko, Shinomiya Kaguya, and Yukinoshita Yukino all had their expressions changed drastically. They knew exactly what S-rank meant.

That is the highest-level directive the Foundation can issue, representing the most terrifying enemy, the most severe challenge, and... an investment at all costs.

"All departments, immediately suspend all tasks and projects of A level and below."

"Intelligence Department, integrate all available resources to conduct comprehensive, comprehensive intelligence gathering and real-time monitoring of target codename Tomie. I need to know the precise location, activity patterns, and potential threat level of every Tomie individual within Tokyo."

"Combat Command, all field teams, return immediately and arm to the highest standards. Be prepared to respond to high-intensity, large-scale, and sustained combat missions. Casualties in this operation are likely to be extremely high, so be prepared."

"Research Department, immediately review all relevant data on memetic contamination, mind control, biological proliferation, and conceptual anomalies, and establish a special task force to analyze as quickly as possible.

Tomie's anomalous characteristics, and proposed an effective containment and purification plan."

"Logistics Department, activate the highest level of material support plan to ensure adequate supplies of personnel, equipment, and energy. Aoyama Nanami, you will be responsible for liaising with the Shinomiya Group. We require their full support, including but not limited to funding, manpower, information channels, and public opinion control."

"All personnel on leave, return to the team immediately. All hidden personnel, enter the highest state of alert and be ready to respond to orders at any time."

Lin Qing's voice was firm and decisive, and every instruction was clear and unquestionable.

"Our new mission is only one—"

His voice paused slightly, carrying a cold murderous aura.

"At all costs, search, capture, contain, and ultimately completely purge Tokyo of all instances of Tomie, as well as any derivatives and sources of contamination."

"Repeat, at all costs."

"S-level containment order, effective immediately."

The order has been issued.

Lin Qing's voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the silent base. Then, the slight sound of electricity as the communication was cut off was particularly clear in the dead silence.

Chapter 81 Dragnet

The moment the S-Class Containment Order was issued, the SCP Foundation headquarters beneath Feng Zhiqi Academy erupted like a monstrous beast awakened from its slumber, every nerve ending tense, every muscle charged with strength. The piercing sirens echoed alongside Lin Qing's unquestionable command over the radio, and a solemn atmosphere replaced the usual calm. Every department, every member, sprang into action.

Under Lin Qing's unified command, a dragnet targeting "Tomie" was silently spread throughout Tokyo.

Utaha Kasumigaoka was in charge of the Central Intelligence Command Hall at Foundation headquarters. She stood before a massive curved screen, a cascade of information streaming rapidly across it. A real-time, three-dimensional map of Tokyo was divided into countless grids, each one flashing with a different color, representing a different threat level and intelligence source. Her fingers danced swiftly across the control panel below, calmly and precisely deploying every resource available to the Foundation—from real-time satellite monitoring to covert agents lurking in every corner of the city; from the vast commercial intelligence network provided by the Shinomiya Group to encrypted messages from undercover agents like "Justice" within the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Shibuya-ku, Dogenzaka. Target Epsilon-7 is experiencing unusual energy fluctuations and appears to be fragmenting. Order B-3 to suppress immediately. Estimated engagement time: three minutes."

"In Shinagawa District, Tennozu Isle, a new suspected pollution source has been discovered on the top floor of a high-end office building. The victim is the CEO of a listed company. Haruno and Yukino, the target information has been sent to your terminals. Please be careful."

"Akihabara, Central Street, Eriri reports that a highly bewitched male has been identified and is being lured to the designated capture point. Team C-5 is preparing to assist."

Her voice, transmitted clearly through the encrypted communication channel to every operational unit, reached a small mountain of empty energy drink cans in the corner of the office. Her eyes, bloodshot from the prolonged focus on the screen, remained sharp as an eagle's, as if piercing through all the fog and pointing directly to the truth.

Eriri was currently wandering through Sunshine City in Ikebukuro. She'd changed into a stylish yet sophisticated outfit, complete with a cap that cleverly concealed her instantly recognizable blond twintails. Posing as the renowned doujin artist "Kashiwagi Eri," she wandered art supply stores, figurine shops, and anime-themed cafes, searching for men whom Tomie might consider "prey with a unique artistic soul."

Her perception, enhanced by her "Soul and Body Oneness," has become exceptionally sharp, allowing her to easily discern those slightly tainted by Tomie's aura. They exude a faint, strangely sweet, and corrupted scent. Once she locates a target, she quietly approaches, feigning a chance encounter or striking up a conversation under the guise of asking for painting advice, skillfully luring them toward the Foundation's designated capture area.

During this time, she encountered more than one fanatical fan who recognized her true identity, and even some lecherous individuals who tried to exploit her. However, with her shared extraordinary physique and fighting skills, as well as a specially designed electric shock device hidden in the compartment of her backpack, she easily overcame these minor troubles. In between missions, she would even quickly sketch in her sketchbook the various aspects of human nature distorted by Tomie: those expressions of madness, obsession, and despair, as if only in this way could she vent the repression within her heart.

The Yukinoshita sisters, Yukino and Haruno, are responsible for approaching from another level. Their target is those upper-class people who are regarded as "long-term meal tickets" or "high-end nests" by Tomie.

Yukinoshita Haruno cast aside her usual cynicism, displaying the decisiveness and tact expected of the eldest daughter of the Yukinoshita family. Leveraging her family's connections in the political and business circles, she effortlessly navigated high-end cocktail parties, private parties, and secret clubs, extracting from these well-dressed elites secret rumors about a "sudden change of temperament" or "an obsession with a mysterious woman."

Yukinoshita Yukino follows closely behind, no longer a girl who only uses cold words to arm herself. She rapidly matures through repeated actions that confront the dark side of human nature and the horrors of the supernatural. Her logical analysis and keen observation skills are crucial in determining whether a target has been "tainted by Tomie." She can detect danger from a casual glance, an illogical word, or even a hint of unusual body odor.

The sisters work in perfect harmony, with Haruno responsible for opening the situation and Yukino for precision strikes. Sometimes, they invoke the special authority granted by the Shinomiya Foundation to mobilize security forces to conduct "fire safety inspections" at suspicious private mansions or luxury apartments, effectively raids and arrests. They also show no mercy to those "financial sponsors" who, so bewildered by Tomie, resort to bodyguards to resist.

The sharpest sword of the foundation is Saeko Busujima.

When intelligence confirms that a certain Tomie individual has completely lost control and begins indiscriminately attacking civilians, or that the "believers" he has instigated have formed a fanatical group with violent tendencies, Busujima Saeko will lead a well-equipped Foundation rapid response team and appear at the scene like a ghost.

She wields her Zanpakutō, Nosai, in its Shikai form, its blade gleaming with a chilling coldness beneath the neon lights of the city. Each swing is concise and deadly. Her opponents are not merely those monsters possessing some of Tomie's cells, their bodies undergoing transformations, but also those fanatical believers who have been completely captivated by Tomie's unparalleled beauty and deadly charm, willing to sacrifice everything for her, even their own lives.

Armed with clubs, knives, and even Molotov cocktails, they descended upon Saeko Busujima and the foundation members like madmen, chanting "Long Live Miss Tomie!" Facing these once ordinary people, Saeko Busujima's eyes were icy, without a moment's hesitation. She knew full well that from the moment they were chosen by Tomie, they were no longer "human," but extensions of her will, a cancer spreading contamination.

"Yeshai" slashed through, leaving behind a trail of blood and wailing. Her figure darted through the chaotic battlefield, nimble as a leopard, precise as a scalpel. Every battlefield she cleared left behind only thoroughly subdued enemies, the quickly retreating Foundation team, and the official forces that arrived to "clean up" the area.

For the next entire month, in this international metropolis of Tokyo, a silent war of unprecedented scale and extraordinary brutality was being waged beneath the surface of this "daily life" that ordinary people were unaware of.

The Foundation, a gigantic machine, operates efficiently under Lin Qing's command. The Intelligence Department analyzes data and tracks targets 24 hours a day. The team members of the Combat Department are busy and have almost no time to rest. Every time they go out on duty, they may face a life-and-death test. The lights in the Research Department are brightly lit all night long. Oyama Minari leads the researchers, frantically analyzing the characteristics of Tomie's cells, trying to find a way to completely eradicate this horrific proliferation. Nanami Aoyama of the Logistics Department, although still not fully aware of the "business content" of the Foundation, can vaguely guess the heavy truth behind this "high-paying job" from the huge amount of supplies and medical supplies consumed every day, as well as the lingering smell of blood and fatigue on the members. She can only grit her teeth and do her best to ensure the supply of the front line.

Dozens, even hundreds, of Tomie individuals, along with countless "derivatives" developed from them, were successfully captured by Foundation members through various means—entrapment, assault, outsmarting, and encirclement. These "beauties," emitting a sweet and corrupting aura, were placed in specially designed cryogenic storage boxes and transported via secret routes to the incineration and purification facilities deep within the Foundation's underground base. There, the blazing psychic flames would reduce them, along with their twisted desires and boundless malice, to ash.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood before a massive electronic map in the Central Intelligence Command Hall. Over the past month, the red dots representing Tomie's active areas had been painstakingly extinguished, one by one, by her and her companions, with blood and sweat. Now, after three days and three nights of arduous clearing by several teams, a red marker in the port area finally flickered a few times before slowly turning green, signaling safety.

She rubbed her sore brows tiredly, picked up the coffee that had already gone cold, and was about to take a sip.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded sharper and more urgent than any previous one, suddenly tearing through the brief silence in the command hall.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was shocked and suddenly looked up at the screen.

On the edge of the harbor, which had only just barely turned green, three, five... no, dozens of brand-new, glaring, scarlet points of light suddenly exploded like sparks from gasoline, instantly connecting into one, emitting a terrifyingly dangerous light.

Chapter 82 Locking the Source

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly looked up and her pupils contracted.

On the huge main control screen in the command hall, the edge of the port area, which had just been cleared with countless sacrifices and efforts and briefly restored to the green color representing "safety", was now being engulfed by a wildly growing scarlet.

Three, five... no, dozens or even more brand new red dots suddenly exploded like sparks dropped into boiling oil!

They flashed wildly and connected with each other, instantly completely covering the fragile green, turning it into a shocking, huge red pollution area emitting an ominous light.

"Alert! Alert! High-concentration abnormal energy reactions have been detected in the port area E17 to E29, and the number has increased dramatically!"

"The target signal strength...is breaking through the upper threshold!"

"Impossible! All the Tomie instances there have been eliminated!"

The piercing alarm sounded like the sharpest ice pick, piercing everyone's eardrums and shattering the brief, almost unrealized silence in the command hall. Over the communication channel, the operators responsible for monitoring various areas exclaimed in disbelief, their voices distorted by excessive shock.