I’m In Charge of SCP

In fact, the project that Zhang Jue encountered was 3150, which is a spatial anomaly located in the Karakum Desert in Turkmenistan and is not particularly well-known.

In the documents that Zhang Jue has read, this place has been developed and used by the Administration.

In this world, it has not been discovered by the Authority.

The owner of this hotel is a "good guy", he will help people who come here to solve problems.

Of course, not everything he can do.

Zhang Jue took the photo of Dr. Atchison and asked: "This person has been here before, you always know his whereabouts."

The boss glanced at Zhang Jue again and sighed: "I know he is there, I personally sent him, but I advise you not to look for him, because that place is very special and people who don’t belong there went. , I'm afraid there will be no return."

"So mysterious? Really?" Zhang Jue chuckled, "Man, can I trust you?"

"Of course." The boss said with a smile: "Because I used to be the Seeker of Light just like you."

"The Seeker of Light?"

This is the first time Zhang Jue has heard such a name.

The boss nodded: "Yes, the Seeker of Light-the doctor is also, but not anymore."

Zhang Jue looked at the boss up and down, frowning slightly: "Seekers of Light, you are talking about people from the Administration? Have you ever been too?"

The boss shook his head: "No, that means a lot. I don't really want to discuss those dark days with you. No matter what I used to be, I am standing here now. This is a good thing. What I do is those explorers. What I’ve been doing to protect the world."

Zhang Jue snorted and said, "Now any cat and dog dare to say that they are protecting the world, man, don't be kidding me."

The boss didn't know that this was Zhang Jue's aggressive method, so he sighed.

"This gentleman, I know you don’t believe it, but besides being a hotel, this place was once a battlefield, a place where a broken alliance fought hard with mysterious forces. I have always fought with it, but I have never Victory, until the end, all I have is this old broken inn. I moved this inn away from time itself, here, we will all be remembered, here is the will of the world, where all things return to nothing In the future, it will remain forever."

"In this hotel at the end of the world, we will all be remembered forever. This is just a stop on everyone's journey to the truth, a stop that will always be there when it is needed. In the end, I will always be here to help Those seekers of truth, seekers of truth, and seekers of light like you and me."

The innkeeper said a lot of obscure things, and Zhang Jue had a headache. The only thing he remembered was the words broken alliance and mysterious power.

What is certain is that there must be a huge secret hidden here. If there is a chance, Yang Xue can come in, but now, he has no time.

"Okay, my dear boss." Zhang Jue waved his hand to interrupt him, "I know it is not easy for you, but I think our conversation should end here, I must go after the doctor now, if If you can send me to the place where he is with kindness, I must thank you eight generations of ancestors."

The boss said: "That's really a shame, sir, are you sure you want to do that? It's really dangerous there. It may be different from all the places you've been in the past."

Are all different? That's because you don't know what I have experienced.

Zhang Jue waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking gossip, hurry up."

"Okay." The innkeeper folded his hands together, "I'm sorry then."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Jue felt the sky spin.

The scene in front of him began to fragment, his brain became more and more dull, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Jue opened his eyes again. He was no longer in the hotel, and his eyes were gray.

He calmed down, only to realize that he was lying on a hillside, and the gray and vast cloud turned out to be the distant sky.

Zhang Jue rubbed his sore neck, not knowing how long he had been lying down.

This is where?

Have you reached the dangerous place that the innkeeper said?

He took from his pocket the compass used when crossing the desert.

Then I found that the hands were spinning wildly in the dial.

Although it's useless, he can already be sure that this place is definitely not on Earth.

It is estimated that it is in what kind of different space.

Regarding this situation, he had already taken no surprises, patted his butt, and prepared to go to Dr. Acheson.

At this moment, he was halfway up the mountain, his vision was wide, but the surrounding area was gray, so he couldn't see too far.

He stood on tiptoe, looked far away, and finally found a fuzzy shadow resembling a building at the very end of his line of sight.

It seems to be a few tents.

Zhang Jue intends to go and take a look.

Looking at the mountain, he ran to death. Looking from the hillside, the tents were not far from him, but it took him half an hour to get up to the tents.

The tent is not made of canvas. Instead, it uses tree branches as a skeleton and is built with a mixture of straw and soil. It seems that the technology is still relatively backward.

Dozens of tents are surrounded by an extra-large fence, and some fortification remains can be seen around.

Each tent has a flag on it, it doesn't look like cloth, it's probably some kind of fish skin.

The flag is painted with weird symbols. The shape looks like the “3” in the Roman numeral. A huge stone sculpture stands at the gate, which looks like some kind of symbolic totem.

This should be an ancient tribe, Zhang Jue guessed like this.

"Hey, anyone?" He stood outside the gate of the tribe and shouted inside, but no one responded to him.

He yelled again in English.

Still no one responded.

He clearly smelled the scent of rice just now, but where did everyone go.

Is it because you feel ashamed to see his wise and martial appearance?

Zhang Jue couldn't manage that much, so he raised his foot and walked in through the gate.

The tents here are arranged in a specific orientation, similar to the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, but with a little difference.

Not long after Zhang Jue walked in, he was a little lost, but fortunately, the scope here is not large.

If it is doubled, it is estimated to be a little troublesome.

Zhang Jue walked around, but still no one was seen.

He walked towards the center of the formation, the largest tent.

This tent is obviously different from other tents.

If this is really a tribe, this tent must have lived in the chief, and maybe some clues can be found.

Zhang Jue was about to enter the tent when he suddenly heard very dense footsteps around him.

Then came the sounds of ventriloquism such as "Ulala" and "Kualala".

Countless dark villagers came out of the tents on all sides and surrounded him.

It turned out that these villagers all hid, and waited for him to enter here to catch turtles in an urn.

Probably regarded him as an invading enemy.

The villagers are holding all kinds of weapons, including sticks, spears, bows and arrows, machine guns...

Wait, there seems to be something weird in it.

Zhang Jue rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not mistaken. Among the many backward cold weapons, one person even held a machine gun at him.

He took a closer look and found that not only were machine guns, but there were even people resisting bazookas.

Is there a mistake?

Zhang Jue didn't even know how to complain.

Judging from the buildings and the clothing of these villagers, it is obvious that this place is in a backward and barren era. It is not clear whether they have separated from the matriarchal society. They only need to hold spears and bows. What's the matter with machine guns and rockets?

He couldn't imagine the scene where these villagers, even their clothes made of animal skins, were holding machine guns at the enemy.

In such an era, isn't it invincible?

While drinking blood, he shouted loudly with a gun in his hand: "Kill you tortoise grandson!!!"

Don't say it, it's kind of exciting.

Zhang Jue had time to think so much because he did not regard the villagers in front of him as a threat.

Although the innkeeper said there was danger here, it was definitely not from these villagers.

Not to mention that they only took ordinary submachine guns and rockets.

Even if it was directed at Zhang Jue with an anti-tank gun, the defense would not be broken.

But these villagers don't think so.

They thought that Zhang Jue was under control, and a young woman walked up from behind the crowd. She looked good, but had a darker complexion.

She looked at Zhang Jue warily and asked, "Who are you? Are you from the Four Tribes?"

What the **** are the four tribes?

There is even a tribe called this name, which is too sloppy.

Zhang Jue murmured a few more words in his heart, guessing the hostile relationship between the two tribes.

Zhang Jue looked at her, shook his head and said, "I don't know what the four tribes you are talking about. I am not one of them either. I just got lost and came here by accident."

The woman looked at Zhang Jue, obviously not believing what he said.

"Rahan, praise, you two stripped him naked for me and locked him up!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, two very strong men walked towards Zhang Jue.

It seemed that he was really going to strip him naked and throw him into the small dark room.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Jue shouted quickly.

"Why? Admit it?" The woman snorted, "Let's talk about it, what did the four tribes send you to do? Look at your skin color, it doesn't look like theirs.",

"No, no, I said, I'm not from the Four Tribes, but you don't believe me, I have to find a way to prove it."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said, the woman frowned: "What method?"

"That's it!"

As Zhang Jue said, the figure disappeared from the center of the encirclement circle under the full view of everyone.

However, before the woman and other villagers could reflect, he returned to his original position.

It's just that a lot of things are sandwiched between the two arms and the body.

He threw everything on the ground with a bang, and the woman looked intently, and it turned out to be some spears and bows.

Only then did she realize that the bow and arrow she was carrying on her back was gone.

In just a few breaths, the man in front of him put all the weapons together. How did he do it?

Zhang Jue clapped his hands: "I think now, we can have a good talk."

"Vision! We never negotiate with the enemy!"

The woman didn't intend to give Zhang Jue a chance to speak at all, and said to everyone: "Everyone, go up together and catch this intruder!"

"Roar!!"

Everyone responded with roars.

Zhang Jue wanted to use this method to tell them that they are strong and that they are not opponents at all, but he did not expect that the brain circuits of these people are fundamentally different from ordinary people. When encountering a strong enemy, he thought of destroying him at all costs. .

Oh, what can I do when I meet a bunch of lunatics.

If you really fight with them, even if you weren't enemies before, you will still be.

Zhang Jue was about to use fear projection to put them to the ground. He heard the voice of an old man in the huge tent behind him.

"Usana, stop."

The old man's voice was very soft, but it clearly fell into everyone's ears.

Usana had to give an order to everyone: "Stop everyone!"

These villagers actually gave up the attack on themselves, Zhang Jue also put down his hands, intending to see what they were going to do.

A woman named Usana came to the door of the largest tent and asked, "Father Edward, what do you want us to do with him?"

An old voice came from inside: "You don't need to do anything, let him in."

"Yes!"

Although the woman looked at Zhang Jue not pleasing to her eyes, she could only let other people give way to Zhang Jue and said to Zhang Jue: "Our chief wants to see you."

Zhang Jue really wanted to say how old he was, and he would see me if he wanted to, and would not ask if I had a schedule.

But the brain circuits of these people are rather strange, Zhang Jue still didn't dare to say anything, and honestly walked into the biggest tent.

The curtain at the door is very thick, probably made of some kind of large animal fur.

Zhang Jue picked it up and walked in.

Although the tent is large, the furnishings inside are very simple.

An old man with white beard and white hair is sitting on the futon, reading a book in his hand.

When I got closer, I discovered that the name of the book turned out to be "Chess From Beginner to Master".

That strong sense of disobedience once again made Zhang Jue feel the urge to complain.

Hearing Zhang Jue's footsteps~www.readwn.com~ the old man put the book together and put it aside.

"You are here," he said gently.

"Yes, I'm here." Zhang Jue said, "Old man, do you seem to know me?"

"No, I don't know you, but I have a hunch that you are here to help us."

Zhang Jue wanted to say that I don't have that idle time, but he still smiled and said, "Old man, has your tribe encountered any problems?"

The old man nodded: "Young man, as you can see, my tribe is being invaded by other tribes."

"So that's the case." Zhang Jue nodded perfunctorily. "That's the four tribes, right? They took away a lot of your land?"

"It's them." The old man sighed. "But what they took away was not land, but time. They took us more than a hundred years of time."

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Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer for his reward.