I’m In Charge of SCP

Yesterday's chapter was blocked again, and I have never applied for unblocking, but there are more blocked, and there is no wave in my heart.

The review of the starting point seems to be getting more and more stringent. Yesterday I saw another lv5 author who was listed as a eunuch. It was also because the chapter was blocked. Even the weapon system editor of my new book said that it might step on the line. I really don’t know what to say.

Simply make a review of the previous situation.

Zhang Jue wants to bring Shirley back to site14, and Cain advises him not to do so, and then Zhang Jue talks to 343 again.

The Secretary General of the Global Occult Coalition came to the headquarters of the Authority to ask for help, because one of their employees privately hid the 140 (unfinished chronicle) that should have been destroyed long ago. At present, even people with books have disappeared, only left I left a diary. Heaton, the secretary general of the Occult League (name has been changed), requested the assistance of Zhang Jue, the special adviser of the Administration.

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When Zhang Jue and Yang Xue got the news, they were having their last lunch at site17.

Under the leadership of staff at the headquarters of the Authority, a researcher from the Global Occult Coalition approached them.

At first, the researcher named McDowell only wanted to tell Zhang Jue about this, and wanted Yang Xue to avoid it, but Zhang Jue told him very politely: "I love to talk, don't go away."

McDowell was forced to have no choice but to repeat the whole incident to the two of them, and begged Zhang Jue not to spread it out, otherwise the Supernatural Alliance would lose face.

Zhang Jue said with great disdain that in the eyes of the staff of the Administration, the Occult League had long been faceless.

140 [Unfinished Chronicle] is a strictly confidential project. Most of Lingwu have only seen it from a distance, and Yang Xue doesn't even know the serial number.

Zhang Jue described the characteristics of 140 to her once, and she realized the terrible part of this project.

140 can affect reality by changing history.

Moreover, the Daevite recorded in it is a race that can use supernatural powers and poses a great threat to mankind.

If they really want to use 140 to reappear, the consequences will be disastrous.

Although it is certain that humans will win in the end, it will inevitably be another **** storm.

Originally, Zhang Jue was used to acting alone, but this time Yang Xue happened to be there, so he took her with him. Yang Xue is more attentive than him and can help a lot at certain times. The so-called couple match. Work is not tiring.

According to an investigation by the Occult Coalition, the last time that Dr. Acheson appeared in people's sight was in A (harmonious) Fuhan, so they immediately took a special plane to go there.

It took almost eight hours for the special plane to reach Fuhan, A (harmonious). Zhang Jue took this opportunity to tell Yang Xue what he knew about the Daeva tribe.

Unlike Yang Xue imagined, the Daeva is not a small race, on the contrary, it runs through the entire human history, both in time and space.

This humanoid race originated in central and southern Siberia, but Asia, Europe, South America, North America and even Africa are all over their footprints.

It is a race dominated by women, martial arts, and extremely aggressive.

The history created by them is either aggression or on the road of aggression.

Moreover, they are proficient in all kinds of thaumaturgy, and even create multiple anomalous items with them, which makes them safe in the war.

In the long history of battle of the Daeva tribe, the results have been brilliant. They have had conflicts with the Sarkic sect and the Church of the Broken God, and they have won each other's victory and defeat.

According to the authority’s speculation, 2406 [Colossus] was damaged by the Church of the Broken God during the battle with the Daeva tribe.

More than that, they fought a grand battle with Qin and invaded Mongolia.

There are even rumors that Qin Shihuang Yingzheng has a part of the Daeva lineage.

Although some of the information is hearsay or people's brain supplement, it is not difficult to see that this race is by no means idle.

It is precisely because of this that the elders of the Supernatural Alliance had to look down and request the help of the Authority.

The bureau did not hide it, and informed them of Zhang Jue's whereabouts.

As a chronicle, the time recorded in 140 is very close to the current timeline.

It is possible that Dr. Atchison had seen some incredible information in the book, and left without saying goodbye, and went alone.

"Hey, do you think that Dr. Acheson would have discovered the location of the Daevite treasure recorded in 140, so he left the Occult League."

Being idle is also idle, Zhang Jue said a cold joke.

Yang Xue hadn't spoken yet, the Supernatural Alliance researcher McDowell who was with them said: "He is not that kind of person."

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You know Dr. Acheson?"

McDowell nodded and said, "He... used to be my teacher."

McDowell is one of the chief researchers of the Occult League. His position in the Occult League is similar to that of Yang Xue in the bureau. He belongs to the kind of high-achieving student who was promoted to the headquarters at a young age.

When he first joined the Occult League, his first mentor was Dr. Acheson.

In his eyes, Dr. Acheson has always been a very good person, not only giving him guidance on work, but also caring about him in small daily affairs, just like his father.

Dr. Acheson has been in the Occult League for so many years. He is not greedy for money and has two pictures, so McDowell couldn't figure out how his teacher would do this kind of thing, and now he has become the chief culprit threatening the survival of mankind.

Seeing McDowell's determined look, Zhang Jue couldn't help but think of Huang Xingwen.

He smiled: "Student McDowell, there is an old saying in China that it is difficult to paint a tiger and paint a bone, knowing the face and not knowing the heart. You are not the roundworm in your teacher's stomach, you never know what he is thinking. What, he treats you well, maybe it's a disguise."

McDowell wanted to refute Zhang Jue's words, the facts were before him, he could only shook his head and sighed.

After the three said these, they lay down on their chairs and recharged.

Because they all know that there may not be such a stable rest time next.

Zhang Jue sat on the middle chair, keeping his eyes open, looking at McDowell from the corner of his eye.

He was observing him in secret.

However, McDowell still had a sad face, and seemed to be immersed in the emotions of the teacher's betrayal of the organization, unable to extricate himself.

But Zhang Jue still did not give him complete trust.

In fact, he had been staring at McDowell just now when he popularized the Daeva knowledge to Yang Xue, and even deliberately hid some information, just to see McDowell's reaction.

But he behaved like dripping water, and he didn't know if he was pretending to be stupid, or he really didn't know.

Although the Daevites are very strong, they have not been destroyed by those ancient bigwigs.

Even if they are really restored, the Authority and the Occult League that have developed to the present will not be afraid of it.

At most, it's just a rat avoidance device.

The most frightening thing is that this race represents more than just themselves.

The power behind them is what makes the Authority and the Supernatural Alliance jealous.

It's also the reason why the Occult League named him for assistance.

In this world, I am afraid that no one is more suitable to fight against that force than him.

After another two hours, the plane landed gently, and Zhang Jue once again set foot on this land in the Middle East.

The Supernatural Alliance has long sent people here to wait for them.

Everyone knew that the matter was urgent, so the person in charge of the reception started to introduce the situation to them as soon as the three of them got on the bus.

"There is a more important discovery. The day after Dr. Atchison disappeared from the Occult League's sight, someone saw him staying in a small hotel for a day and a night. We will go there now."

Yang Xue asked: "Did you find anything in that hotel?"

The staff member shook his head: "The news came an hour ago. I haven't had time to pass it. But a few rest assured, our people have already rushed there first to protect the scene. If Dr. Acheson really After staying there for so long, there must be clues left."

The boundary is not very level. Several people traveled along the road, and gunshots were heard in the distance from time to time.

There was even a stray bullet hitting the rear windshield, shocking everyone.

Fortunately, they were riding in a special vehicle modified by the Occult Alliance, and their defense capabilities were comparable to light tanks.

After another hour of trekking, they finally arrived at the "small hotel" described by the staff member.

The small hotel is indeed very small, even without a sign.

It's a house facing the street. There is a small window at the door to collect the money. If you give the money, you can go upstairs and choose a small cubicle to live in.

There are no security measures. At most, someone shouts upwards when they attack.

As for whether you can save your life, it depends on luck.

When Zhang Jue and the others arrived here, the concierge who collected the money at the door had been controlled by the staff of the Occult League.

McDowell took out the photo of Dr. Atchison and put it in front of the concierge: "Do you know this person?"

The concierge had already been so frightened by such a big battle, he nodded his head hurriedly, and replied with an accent that was even more hip than Zhang Jue: "A few days ago, he used to live here for one day."

Yang Xue frowned and asked: "There are so many people coming and going here, why do you remember him?"

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, the concierge was crying: "Because the clothes he wears are made of very good materials, I was going to grab his money, but when I was about to do it, he didn't know where to go. NS."

It can only be said that Zhang Jue and his party are lucky. If it weren't for this person's ill intentions, they probably wouldn't remember that Dr. Acheson had been here, let alone which cubicle he lived in.

Several people went on the same road to the sixth floor. The room Dr. Acheson chose was a loft on the top floor.

This room is very high, and generally no one would choose to live here.

As soon as he walked in, Zhang Jue covered his nose. It was probably a long time since it was cleaned. The musty smell was mixed with various scents, which really didn't smell very good.

There is only one bed and one table in the house, not even a chair. There are all kinds of garbage piled up in the corner, probably because the tenants in front have accumulated bit by bit.

When they first entered the door, Zhang Jue even saw two mice rushing into the pile of garbage from under the bed.

It's hard to imagine that a doctor who has lived in the civilized world all his life would live here, and he would still spend one night a day.

It seems that Dr. Acheson's purpose is very clear, and his mind is very firm.

Only such a person can travel thousands of miles to such a place where birds do not shit, and there is even no way to guarantee the safety of their lives.

So the question is, why did he choose to stay here, and where did he go in the end?

According to the porter, Dr. Acheson only carried a backpack, and he should not be far away in such a place where he is not familiar with life.

Zhang Jue thought while looking for other clues in the room.

At this time, Yang Xue squatted beside the garbage dump, put on gloves and used tweezers to pick something out of it.

"Look, what is this?"

Zhang Jue went to look for his reputation, and Yang Xue opened the paper ball full of stains, only to find that it was a map, to be precise, a map of the Middle East.

The countries surrounding Afghan (harmonious) Fuhan, including Iran, Pakistan, and Turkmenistan are all on the list.

Although this map had some **** on the outside, it was very new on the inside. It can be judged that Dr. Acheson threw it here.

Dr. Acheson has worked in the Occult League for most of his life, and he is very clear about the power distribution of the Occult League. He probably didn't expect anyone to be able to find him.

Dr. Acheson's purpose has always been a mystery. He came to such a place with 140 in his arms, and everyone couldn't figure it out.

Yang Xue took out a magnifying glass from his backpack and looked carefully on the map.

Zhang Jue went out.

This is the attic on the top floor, just a step away from the opposite building.

The distance between the two floors is only about one meter.

Even an ordinary person can cross over.

Since the porter didn't know when Dr. Acheson left, Zhang Jue jumped upstairs on the opposite side.

Then went downstairs from there.

The opposite building faces the opposite of the building they were in before.

The entrance is on another street.

Zhang Jue went downstairs, and just a few steps out, a wretched-looking person approached him.

"Hey, brother, where do you want to go?"

"Huh?" Zhang Jue was a little confused.

"You guys can help you wherever you want to go, Iran or Pakistan? I'll advise you not to go to Iraq, it's messier than this."

As soon as the person said a few words, Zhang Jue heard it out. It turned out that he was a "snake head" who specializes in pulling people to steal (harmoniously) cross.

This reminded Zhang Jue.

He thought of the map just now, if Ah (Harmony) Fuhan was just a temporary foothold for Dr. Acheson to get rid of the Occult League chase~www.readwn.com~ he might have already left here.

He took out a picture of Dr. Acheson in a wicked manner and asked, "Dude, have you seen this person?"

The man took a look and then laughed: "Ah-I remember him, he was very generous, my friend, do you want to know where he went?"

The snake head rubbed his hands, which meant that Zhang Jue had to inquire about things.

But Zhang Jue did not exchange the money that can be used in this place, so he could only draw out a large amount of US dollars in tears.

The man's eyes flashed suddenly, and he was about to reach out to take it.

Zhang Jue's phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhang Jue pressed the answer button, and Yang Xue’s voice came from inside: “Where have you been? Come back quickly. There are many fingerprints of Professor Acheson on this map, but the places with the most fingerprints are concentrated in Turkmenistan. Think he should have gone there!"

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Thank you Qin Zhidao'er, a paratrooper, and acridine for your rewards.