I’m In Charge of SCP

　　 It's foggy. Zhang Jue returned to his world for the third time.

　　 This time, he appeared in the projection hall of a movie theater.

　　He is in the middle of the curtain.

　　 Opposite him, dozens of "audiences" stared at him.

　　 as if there are subtitles on his face.

　　 For this situation, Zhang Jue has already taken no surprises.

　　 These zombies can neither attack nor infect them. They are not threatened at all. They are no different from the models in the shop windows on the street.

　　 What makes him care is that these people seem to have black hair and black eyes.

　　 looks like an Asian, but I don’t know which country it is.

　　 Zhang Jue walked out of the cinema and came to the street. He looked at the two-dimensional elements that filled the street, and he initially confirmed his position.

　　 Despite the fog, he could still tell that the time should be around 12 noon.

　　 Numerous "zombies" passed by, and Zhang Jue ignored their existence.

　　 He found a subway station and looked at the English of the names of the above stations, and he precised his location to a very hot place.

　　 So what should I do now?

　　 Looking for a computer.

　　 He clearly remembered that the last time before he woke up, he saw that his post had been replied. Could there be "survivors" in this world?

　　 This question has been lingering in his mind.

　　 Come back this time, he must confirm.

　　 If you can talk to them directly, you can get first-hand information about what happened, which is much more reliable than guessing.

　　 He randomly found a store on the side of the street, only to find that the store was selling audio and video products, and many familiar figures were printed on the cover of the product.

　　 However, Zhang Jue is not thinking about supporting the original, so he can only say hello to them for the time being and agree to fight again when there is time.

　　 The shopkeeper at the counter is a greasy middle-aged uncle. The computer is on and he seems to be playing games.

　　Like everyone else, he has lost consciousness and just sat there blankly.

　　 Zhang Jue pushed him away with the chair, then found a chair casually and sat in front of the computer.

Taking his timeline in the SCP world, several months have passed since he last returned to this world, but the time flow here seems to be different from the SCP world. He clicked on the calendar and found that it was the first time he came back. Only one week passed.

　　 changed the search engine to Chinese as usual, and Zhang Jue opened the forum he often visited.

　　 The prompt still exists.

　　 "Your post has a new reply, please click to view."

　　 Zhang Jue put the mouse on it, and there was a slight nervousness in his heart.

　　 Click to jump to the web page.

　　He prayed silently in his heart, but don't be anything like an advertisement, otherwise he must have smashed the computer.

　　 The webpage is loaded, and Zhang Jue can’t wait to pull it to the bottom.

　　 Seeing that the person who responded to the post was a user, not a robot, Zhang Jue was relieved.

　　 He smashed the table excitedly, then shook his innocent hand.

　　 The title of his post is: Are there any living people in this world? Please reply when you receive it, over!

　　 And that reply has only three words.

who are you?

　　 The user name of the other party is "Yueqingcheng", which is quite literary.

　　 Zhang Jue pinched his chin and fell into thought again.

　　 The other party's tone doesn't seem right.

　　 Leave him alone, I'll talk about it later.

　　 Zhang Jue logged in to his account and replied to the bottom of that floor: I am a survivor, and the world has changed when I wake up. Can you tell me what happened?

　　 At the end, he added another sentence below: Everyone ignores me, people are so scared, where are you, can I go to you?

　　 I don’t believe you are not fooled.

　　 After Zhang Jue posted the post, he leaned on the chair and waited for the fish to take the bait.

　　 However, one hour later, the other party still did not move.

　　 He started to feel a little irritable.

　　 Did the other party have no time to log in to the forum, or something else?

　　 Zhang Jue missed those hand speeds of eight sentences per second.

　　 If one of them survives and sees this post, he will know the whole truth in less than two minutes.

　　 Zhang Jue clicked on that person’s head, and found that the gender column was also female.

　　 Finished, crashed.

　　 Zhang Jue thought, but it’s okay. Maybe this user named Yueqingcheng is also a big man who squeezes his feet. Who can say this kind of thing.

　　 He saw a beautiful young lady whose screen name was "I didn't wash my hair for ten years because I was a bald", which makes sense.

　　 The other party's privacy settings are visible for seven days. Zhang Jue clicked on it and found that this "Yueqing City" had posted a message seven days ago, that is, the day of the red moon.

　　 "It's so annoying, I'm going to cos this evening."

　　 Below is a picture of a wizard costume.

　　 There is another location, CN, Star City, Taiping Street.

　　 So this month Qingcheng is from Star City? Or travel to Star City?

　　 She (he) was not affected by the red moon, is it related to her (him) cos wizard?

　　 A series of questions flashed through Zhang Jue's mind.

　　 But there is too little evidence, and he can't confirm whether there is an inevitable connection between the two things, maybe it's just a coincidence.

　　 The biggest hope now is that the other party can reply to him.

　　 Zhang Jue is like a licking dog, sitting in front of the screen waiting for the response from the other party.

　　 Just when he was so bored and ready to pick his feet~www.novelmt.com~ There was a loud noise in the sky outside, as if it was thunder.

　　 Zhang Jue has traveled back several times, and it is the first time he has encountered thunder.

　　 He thought that after this world is abnormal, these ordinary weather phenomena will no longer exist, but now it seems that this is not the case.

　　 Zhang Jue thought for a while, felt something was wrong, and then ran out of the video store, looking in the direction of the sound.

　　 It was still foggy outside, and the visible distance was very limited, but he still saw it. There was a huge shadow floating in the air thousands of miles away from him.

　　 Zhang Jue couldn't describe what it was, because it was so huge that you couldn't even see the outline.

　　 And to his surprise, after the huge shadow appeared, all the pedestrians on the road stopped. They turned around, faced the shadow, and knelt down.

　　 Everyone knelt on the ground, only Zhang Jue stood alone in the street, looking so abrupt.

　　 He stared at the huge shadow, trying to tell what it was.

　　 But everything is in vain.

　　 He grabbed a man who was kneeling on the ground, and found that although their consciousness was still unclear, they were saying something in their mouth.

　　 Words he doesn't understand.

　　 seems to be a spell.

　　 Ten minutes later, the huge shadow disappeared.

　　 Everyone has also returned to "normal"-continue to follow the established trajectory and do the same things as before.

　　 Zhang Jue looked at the sky, looking forward to any new clues, but found nothing in the end.

　　 After a long time, he returned to the shop.

　　 Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yueqing City actually replied his post.

　　 "Respond to you later, pay attention to safety, it is coming."