Some people may think that five hundred dollars is not a big number, but if you make a comparison, someone will understand.

The average clothes are only about fifty dollars. A salesman asked you to buy a piece of clothing with special abilities at ten times the price. What would you think?

Very happy to accept and transform into a middle-aged boy to save the world?

It's wrong, it's okay if you didn't slap the other person.

507 This is the person who was slapped in the face, but people always have the mentality of being lucky.

So is Jack.

Jack was worried about what happened in the morning and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He never forgot this. SCP-262 left a deep impression on him, and he even remembered the phone number on the directory.

“【Data Delete】.”

After muttering, Jack still struggled to flip from the bed. He sat on the computer chair and turned on the switch of the computer host with his toes.

He searched for the three words SCP on his song X, and the result was all of them with SCP words, and there was no brand or store about SCP.

"Are you really a liar?"

Jack was disappointed, but he was still a little unwilling to give up, and he entered another keyword.

SCP-262.

This time, he actually searched the SCP-262 interface. However, any attempt by Jack to enter other interfaces failed.

It was a very strange situation. Jack always felt that there was some mysterious force preventing him from entering other interfaces.

Jack took the screenshot and refreshed the interface, and the interface returned directly to the original homepage.

"What the hell?"

Jack was stunned. He refreshed the original homepage several times, and searched again for ‘SCP-262’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

That homepage is like it was abducted by a UFO and no longer exists.

This planted the seeds of fear in Jack's heart, but it also made him fall into doubt.

He looked at the picture he had already cut, the phone number on it, and the ordinary military coat on it.

Jack was in a tangle.

Should I risk being cheated and spend $500 to buy this coat to try, or continue to live a life of losing my hands?

Actually, this is not a difficult choice.

Jack used his toes to point him to the phone again and again, and then put his head on the side of the phone.

After three busy tones, the phone went on.

"Hello, is there anything you can do for you?"

"I want to buy SCP-262 multi-arm coat."

"SCP-262, understand, how many do you want?"

"How many... pieces?" Jack didn't react for a moment. "Does there be many SCP-262?"

"Of course, we are doing business, so naturally we can't have only one."

If there are many items with such special functions, it is a horror story.

"I want one."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

After Jack's mobile phone text message ringtone rang, the customer service opposite said: "Okay, $500 has been deducted from your account balance, and SCP-262 has been shipped."

The phone was hung up one-sidedly, and at the same time, another sound rang downstairs.

Dingdong.

This time it was the doorbell of Jack's house. Jack went downstairs before his parents and pushed open the handle of the door with his chin.

Under the light outside the door, there was only a express box of 15cmX15cmX20cm in size staying alone on the steps in front of the door.

"Jack, who is here?"

Jack's mother's inquiry came from upstairs, and Jack turned around and said.

"It's nothing, it's just that my express delivery has arrived."

Holding the express box in his mouth, Jack kicked the door and closed it, and returned to the second floor.

Next, Jack was extremely troublesome to unpack the express box. He bit the handle of the fruit knife with his mouth. Jack stabbed into the top of the express box with a knife and inserted a small hole.

One after another, one after another.

I don’t know how many times Jack had inserted, but the express box could finally be torn open by his feet.

It was a light brown coat, folded and placed in the express box. It was said to be a European military coat, but in fact, it wouldn't be seen that it was a military style without looking carefully.

Jack couldn't wait to put on the coat, which was a little trouble for him. When he put on the coat, a miracle happened.

Two arms stretched out from their sleeves empty, but in their appearance, one seemed to be the arm of a white man and the other was the arm of a yellow woman. The picture looked very unreasonable.

Jack controls both hands, and except for the lack of touch of the arms, these two hands are undoubtedly his hands.

He was even able to typify the keyboard with both hands.

"This is... amazing."

Jack waved his new arms like a new life and shouted, "I have hands, I have hands again!"

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At the same time, 507 was also staring at his mobile phone screen in the dark bedroom, biting his lips and leaving tears of emotion.

"Another business has been completed."

Perhaps this is just a small business, which is insignificant compared to those of millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and billions, but this already shows that 507's business is beginning to improve.

He finally won't be lucky!

At the same time, he has a share of $10, which is very good. Now he has completely solved the food problem.

Don’t underestimate this $10. People can use it in half when they become poor even if they are a cent. 507 is also a person who lives a hard life.

"OK, I've finished reading the news, continue to sleep."

I locked my phone screen, and 507 turned around and continued to lie back on the big bed, closing my eyes happily.

The text message notifications in the middle of the night were used to be swearing, but because of the good news, I won’t harass the customer service girl!

Crack.

507's eyes opened instantly again, and the boss opened his eyes. He turned over and got up and started to wear clothes.

If he heard the sound just now, he should have been stepped on the wooden floor on the first floor.

Mary is a ghost, and has no specific quality, and it is impossible to step on the wooden board, unless she wants to scare 507 and makes a sound, but Mary knows that it is meaningless.

Then there is only one explanation.

This old house was robbed!!!

In order to ensure that her "property" is safe, 507 must go downstairs to take a look. Before she could reach the first floor, 507 saw Mary in the living room on the stairs on the first floor. She seemed to be confronting something.

"Get out of this house!"

She shouted loudly, with a harsh voice mixed with echoes.

But the person opposite Mary didn't seem afraid, but said disapprovingly: "I'm not here to find you, little ghost, let the person who killed my companion come out."

"Whatever you are doing, get out of Mary's house!!!"

This time the scream was even louder, and 507 had to cover her ears with both hands to avoid piercing the eardrum. Even so, the sound was still a bit too harsh.

"Oh, so you're here~~"

The woman's voice sounded in front of 507. When 507 looked up, she saw a female "human" with Indian characteristics, wearing sexy ultra-short hot pants and leather jacket, or she could not call her a human.

At least humans will not have the gray-yellow pupils like wild beasts, but will still shine in the darkness.
Chapter completed!