I’m In Charge of SCP

In most cases, humans are limited by their own cognition.

For example, the emperor's use of a golden **** is better than not eating meat.

Regardless of emotional factors, the reason for this problem is that people cannot imagine things beyond their own understanding.

At present, the most basic factor for humans to judge whether there is life on an alien planet is whether there is water and an atmosphere on it.

Because they can't imagine what a creature composed mainly of sulfide will look like and what kind of living environment it needs.

Of course, there may not be such a thing.

This example is just to illustrate that human thinking has limitations.

However, as humans have more and more knowledge, they will feel more and more that there are more and more unknown parts.

Perhaps somewhere in the universe, there are creatures and space-time existences that are completely different from them.

Different world.

A certain city-state.

Underground exchange.

"Hey, man, don't you stop and take a look, I promise, there is always something you need—"

A businessman who looks exactly like a human but has octopus tentacles below his waist is attracting customers.

Each of his tentacles is holding something, and he is showing it to the customers in an attempt to attract their attention.

In front of him, many of the same strange-looking customers were stopping and watching.

A one-eyed weirdo was very interested in what was wrapped around one of his tentacles, and took out a gem from his pocket, seemingly ready to exchange it.

The octopus shook his head, holding up two tentacles and shaking in front of it.

The one-eyed weirdo was ecstatic, and then took away everything from its two tentacles.

…

This underground exchange is so big that there is almost no edge in sight.

There are countless merchants like Octopus, and none of the "customers" in them look like humans.

Looking around, there are a large area of ​​cows, ghosts and snakes, and there are all kinds of strange creatures, and we can even see a tuft of creatures that look like stools bargaining with a "rubic cube".

They come from various planes, and the things they need are also different.

But here, they don't need to worry about these.

Because there is everything here.

Everyone here has only one purpose, which is to trade.

Bartering is the most basic principle of action here.

…

Finally, after the communication failed, the one-eyed monster and the octopus fought, and each used their own abilities.

The eyes of the one-eyed monster can emit laser-like light, cutting off several octopus tentacles.

The octopus wraps its feet with its tentacles and smashes it back and forth on the ground.

Many customers stopped to watch, even betting on which side would win.

No matter where you are, there is no shortage of people to watch the excitement.

"Run! The leader is here!"

I don't know who shouted.

All the "people" who watch the excitement are doing things like birds and beasts.

Only two fighting men remained within a radius of tens of meters.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack—"

A team of cavalry from far to near.

They have human bodies and are fully armed, making it difficult to see what they look like.

It is worth mentioning that their armor and horses under their hips are all red.

The leader in front of the cavalry is also red, holding a red flag in his hand, and wearing a red mask with a big smiling face painted on it.

The moment he saw the cavalry leader, the already large circle grew bigger.

Some merchants who set up stalls hurriedly put away their goods in order not to be affected.

The red cavalry team slowly opened in front of the one-eyed monster and the octopus.

At this time, the two who were fighting fiercely also noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.

When I saw the leader sitting on the red BMW, they were all stunned.

In the next second, they knelt on the ground, knocking their heads frequently.

"The red leader is forgiving—"

"Hahahaha, why are the two of you so nervous, I just make a routine tour, hehehehe—"

The red leader let out a harsh laugh, which matched the smile on his mask very well.

When the octopus heard the laughter, its body trembled like chaff, and quickly put all the goods in front of it, trying to get forgiveness.

The one-eyed weirdo did the same.

A cavalry turned over and dismounted, put all the treasures into a pocket, and handed it to the red leader.

After the red leader saw it, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then pulled the reins and turned the horse's head around.

The octopus and the cyclops all breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard the red leader say: "Take it through."

The two of them suddenly opened their eyes.

The cavalry were ordered to raise their spears and stab the octopus and the one-eyed monster respectively.

The octopus struggled a few times and finally died.

But the one-eyed weird suddenly went crazy.

His eyes fell out of his body, and lasers were fired at the soldiers.

Several soldiers died after being penetrated by lasers through their chests.

Then the eyes aimed their pupils at the red leader who had turned away from them.

A laser beam flashed.

The red leader was unscathed.

He turned his head back, the smile painted on the mask was even brighter.

In the next second, the eyeball that would only emit laser light exploded.

…

This is just a very common scene in this underground exchange.

I don’t know how many people die here every day because they don’t follow the rules.

Yes, as long as the rules are not violated, everyone will be in peace.

But no matter which world you are in, as long as there are more people, there will always be a few fools who will let you know that the place where you live is not heaven.

…

Except for this underground exchange, most of the residents in this city are humanoid creatures, but they are not ordinary people.

They all wore exaggerated costumes similar to a masquerade party, and they all wore masks on their faces. No one knew what they looked like under their masks.

The sky is always grey, there is no sun, and I don’t know what time it is.

There was a rush of people in the central square of the city, and it seemed that a grand ceremony was being prepared.

A man in a T-shirt and shorts mingled in the crowd, looking left and right, looking like a hillbilly entering the city.

He was wearing a clown mask, and his eyes rolled around.

If placed in human society, his appearance could not be more ordinary.

But among this group of cows, ghosts, gods and snakes, they seem a little different because they are too normal.

That's right, this dear friend is our protagonist, the famous Zhang Jue, Zhang Da's consultant.

After he disappeared from the bus, he fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he came here.

He didn't even die, which surprised Zhang Jue.

But think about it and accept it.

He remembered that the bureau used 682 to experiment with one-way tickets, but the uncle is still alive and well.

Although he is not as tenacious as Uncle 682's vitality, he is always enough to be a second uncle.

When I was idle, I went back and forth.

Found that MRW is as always shit...and awesome.

Now think about it, 2599 (Zhao Zena) just flicked a shot to consume his physical strength and divert his attention.

The real killer is actually the one-way ticket.

He thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of when the ticket was put in his pocket.

Is it in the process of fighting Zhao Zena?

Feeling impossible again.

Like the fact that she was pushed to Shirley, she didn't have any clue at all.

This organization called MRW always brings him some trouble.

If you have come, you will be at peace, and if you can go back, you must give them a big "surprise."

Zhang Jue was secretly ruthless and felt a little naive.

He shook his head, cast aside those silly thoughts, and began to observe this weird city.

To say that this is weird does not only mean that the people here are weird.

But the whole city reveals a special breath.

Zhang Jue has been here for a few days, but there are new discoveries every day.

The most notable feature is that there are only four colors.

Black, white, yellow, red.

Whether it is architecture or clothing, there are only these four colors to choose from.

Originally, the clothes he wore had blue patterns, but when he got here, they disappeared.

Not only that, there are also spatial anomalies in this city, and he has seen people walking by overhanging stairs more than once.

Walking on the road, I can smell a special, old fragrance.

If you have an old book and haven't opened it for a long time, then open it now, wait a few minutes on the desktop and then smell it. It's probably that kind of smell.

In the past few days, Zhang Jue also wanted to leave here.

He walked towards the edge of the city.

Going all the way off the beaten track.

Then he found sadly that by himself, he could not do without here, because the city was surrounded by the sea.

Sea water is black and its composition is unknown, but it is definitely not water because it is more viscous than water.

It looks a bit disgusting.

Zhang Jue gave up the idea of ​​crossing the ocean.

Since I can't leave on foot, I can only think of other ways.

Then the most important task is to figure out where this is.

Is it their own world, or the world of the Authority.

Or neither.

Fortunately, his abilities are still there, and he can already use his different space.

With these things as a guarantee, he can get mixed up no matter where he is.

Following the flow of people, Zhang Jue came all the way to the very center of the square, where the platform was raised high, which seemed to be an important ceremony.

Zhang Jue thought of Ion for no reason.

The cavalry phalanx of four colors, black, white, yellow, and red, guarded the Quartet.

It has been here for a while, and Zhang Jue has already known that there are four leaders in this giant city.

He hasn't seen them make a move yet, but the people here are all stunned, thinking it should be very powerful.

There is no distinction between day and night in this city. The sky is always yellow, as if a sandstorm is coming, which makes people feel a little depressed.

The sacrificial ceremony was quickly completed, and Zhang Jue did not feel any changes. He guessed that it was similar to Christians praying to God, just a routine matter.

They just don't know which dear friend they worshipped.

After the sacrificial ceremony ended, Zhang Jue came to the underground exchange.

He has been paying attention here for a long time.

Since you can't leave in a short time, it's not bad to shop for some gadgets here.

Anyway, there are a lot of treasures in his alien space, he can't use it himself, just can change something useful.

The red leader led his cavalry team away, and the underground exchange resumed its noisy.

This place is different from the cities on the ground. They are all travellers from all planes.

There are all odd shapes, so Zhang Jue doesn't have to be as careful as he is on the ground.

Wander around to see if there is anything that interests you.

While walking around, he pricked his ears, wanting to learn how other people trade.

He quickly discovered that, except for those things that couldn't speak and could only make gestures, the creatures here turned out to be using the same language.

He tried to say hello to others, and found that the words he wanted to say would become the same language. When others were talking to him, their voices would reach their ears and they would be automatically translated into Chinese, as if there was a The large-scale "cloud simultaneous interpretation" is very convenient.

This also made him more certain that the owner of this city is not simple.

It is possible to manage the exchanges that pass through these ten thousand worlds in an orderly manner, suppress those monsters, ghosts and snakes, and dare not mess around. Without the strength of "God-level" or higher, it is estimated that this will not be possible.

Ten Thousand Worlds...

Zhang Jue smacked his lips, wondering if this place is connected to his own world.

He walked all the way, looking at all kinds of things on the ground, thinking that he had come to some second-hand market.

He doesn't know what most things are for.

But he still decided to change something.

Do as the locals do.

After wandering for about two hours, he finally saw something that he was slightly interested in.

That is a flute, or something that looks like a flute.

It was put to his mouth by an alien creature with wings. After the sound, Zhang Jue found that his waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer painful, and he walked more vigorously—this flute seemed to make people respond in a short time. The effect of physical strength and state.

It's a good thing.

In exchange, Zhang Jue gave him a lot of daily necessities that he had hoarded in a different space, including but not limited to two chairs, an umbrella, a disposable lighter, and a bag of hot pot bottoms.

When the alien creature saw that the thing Zhang Jue gave it could shine by itself, he nodded and agreed to the deal, and ran away without looking back when he got the thing, looking for fear that Zhang Jue would regret it.

Zhang Jue held the flute in his hand and played it a few more times. After confirming that there was no problem, he looked at the alien creature that had run away sympathetically—isn't it just a flashlight, or used it before, so excited.

This successful transaction allowed Zhang Jue to open the door to a new world.

No wonder so many creatures come here to trade, the feeling of picking up the leak is really **** good.

There are still a lot of waste items in his different space. If they can be replaced with useful things, he will post them.

Next, he was full of enthusiasm, and he would carefully check every stall passing by.

But sometimes luck is like this. When you don't want to pick up money, you may encounter it, and when you work hard to do something, there is no result.

After another two hours, Zhang Jue didn't even notice anything.

There is an eight-legged creature who wants to exchange a stone for his socks. There is no door!

Zhang Jue looked all the way, came to the corner, and found that there was nothing at the last stall.

"Man, what can you change here, take it out and see?"

The seller took a chair and sat in the corner, with a blanket covering his body, making it difficult to see his appearance.

"I can't see what's here," he said buzzingly.

Zhang Jue laughed: "Oh? Very expensive?"

"Each buyer has different needs, so the definition of preciousness is naturally different. Some things may be worthless in your opinion, but in the eyes of others, they won't be exchanged."

Listening to the other party's mystery, Zhang Jue felt a little funny: "Brother, everyone is very busy, so don't waste time. I have some unopened bags of melon seeds—what do you have?"

"Oh, melon seeds..."

The seller hiding in the corner lifted his blanket, revealing the fluffy mouse face.

"I'm selling news. There is nothing I don't know about here, young man, do you want to know the secrets of this city?"

…

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, following the wind for the rest of his life, Blackway and other big guys for their rewards.