I’m In Charge of SCP

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the creek is gurgling, the big forest is lush and green, and a few seagulls fly by the river."

"Wait a while, are there seagulls by the river?"

"seaside."

"Eh."

"A few river gulls flew over the sea."

"It doesn't sound like a human being."

"…"

Zhang Jue woke up from the haze.

The whole body was warm, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hillside.

The afternoon sun shines from the sky, warm and comfortable, and the cross talk that has been heard countless times is playing in the Bluetooth headset.

On the grass below the hillside, many parents and their children are flying kites and playing games.

There are also many high school or college students eating and playing poker with blankets on them.

Cries, shouts, laughter kept coming.

where is this?

Did you cross again?

Given that he had encountered this situation many times before, Zhang Jue was not surprised.

It's good not to die anyway.

According to his previous experience, when encountering such a situation, the first thing to determine is where he is - which world is he in.

But judging from the scene in front of him, it doesn't seem to be very similar.

After all, the two worlds he was in were all experiencing doomsday and disaster.

It was impossible for such a harmonious scene to appear before him.

Zhang Jue took out his pocket and wanted to find his mobile phone, look at the date on it, and determine the current timeline.

But both pockets were empty.

But the crosstalk in my ears is still ringing.

Zhang Jue was stunned and looked around.

I saw a thief looking at him, looking at him secretly, when he saw that he had run away like a mouse.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Jue didn't know what was going on, so he immediately chased after him.

Zhang Jue tried to use his abilities, but he didn't have any ordinary skills or divine power.

Then it is almost certain that it should be in his own world now.

However, even if there is no plug-in, Zhang Jue has so many years of experience in fighting and picking locks, he still quickly catches up with the thief and successfully regains his wallet and mobile phone.

Then the first thing he did was look at the current time.

21 February 2221.

Seeing this time, Zhang Jue lost his mind for a moment.

February 21, 2221, isn't this the end of the world he lives in?

The time is now fourteen thirty in the afternoon, nine and a half hours before midnight.

This discovery almost turned Zhang Jue's worldview upside down.

Originally thought that although the two worlds are not exactly the same in the flow of time, they are at least moving forward.

But now it looks like that's not the case at all.

He actually traveled to the day before the end of the world.

Don't look at it, it's just a simple retreat for a day, but the impact on Zhang Jue is enormous.

Because if even the flow of time could be reversed, the world would not be the world.

To give a simple example, it's like you just took the test yesterday and woke up to find that you were in the test room again.

Don't think you can make a fortune with your ability to predict, because there is a good chance that you will wake up tomorrow and you will be back a year ago.

Then I woke up again, ten years later.

This kind of chaotic timeline is simply not something that normal human beings can survive and accept.

But Zhang Jue doesn't have time to think about such distant issues now.

In this world, he also has many unsolved mysteries.

Now that he's back here, he just has a chance to figure out some things.

And the most important of them are the three letters.

MRW.

Although we have come to the end, let us briefly recall the organization called MRW.

The so-called MRW did not originally exist in the world of the Authority. Before Zhang Jue appeared, this organization did not leave any traces at all.

However, on the first day Zhang Jue came to the Authority World, they began to kill Zhang Jue.

Their hidden depths and clever tactics almost led Zhang Jue astray.

Later, through investigation, Zhang Jue located Yu Hongbo, then the painter, and Huang Xingwen, the deputy stationmaster.

They are all central figures in this organization.

From their mouths, Zhang Jue learned.

Those who joined this organization all had a particularly unfortunate life.

They have a natural disgust for Zhang Jue, a "protagonist" who has a smooth and high-spirited journey.

The purpose of their appearance is to kill people like Zhang Jue and then quickly.

For a long time, Zhang Jue thought that his crossing was just a coincidence.

It was only because of that Yu Jue's relationship that he could travel back and forth between the two worlds.

In other words, the superpower he acquired in this world is to travel to another world.

The two worlds are completely disconnected, and they are all separate entities.

But after coming back last time, he found that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake and a big mistake.

Because he discovered that the author of the book his father gave him was MRW.

It made him realize that the two worlds are connected, and very closely connected.

Maybe all the disasters encountered by the two worlds are also related to this so-called MRW.

And his father, for this connection, must be aware of it.

Even ten years ago, when he was a child, the layout had already begun.

Zhang Jue has always known that his father is very strong.

So after the end of the world, he never worried about him.

But now he realized that he still underestimated that unreliable person.

Zhang Jue held his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the phone number.

It is undeniable that the relationship between the two is very weak.

After Zhang Jue was able to stand on his own, the two of them would only meet once in a year or two.

Zhang Jue even wanted to get a few hairs for DNA identification, but he never succeeded.

After a few beeps, Zhang Jue hung up the phone.

Sure enough, no one answered.

It was his father who always looked for him, and he never got through this number.

Nine hours to midnight, so what's next?

Zhang Jue thought about it and decided to go home first.

His location was a park not far from his home, only ten minutes away, and he quickly returned home.

Because midnight is the end of the world, everything seems normal.

Zhang Jue found the Yu Jue that he had put in the drawer.

Then he went downstairs, took a taxi, and headed for the country.

There is an old house there, where everything from his childhood is kept.

Including that book.

An hour later, he came to the dusty old house.

It was a bungalow, where Zhang Jue lived when he was a child, and the old aunt who cooked for him.

After he went to high school, no one lived here.

In the years since he was out to work, he would only come here during the Chinese New Year to clean up and put a pair of Spring Festival couplets on the door.

The time is February 21st, not long after the year, according to the timeline of this world, he just came to clean it not long ago.

The door was locked, but the direction in which he put the key had changed, and it was clear that someone had been here.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes, wondering if it was his father.

Zhang Jue took a deep breath, opened the door, let the sun shine into the room, and walked all the way to the old study.

The door was closed, and as soon as Zhang Jue opened it, he saw a book lying on the desk.

A glass of water was poured from a disposable cup next to it, and the water was even hot—because it was still steaming.

Obviously, my father had long known that he was looking for this book, so he came back early, helped him find it, and put it on the desk thoughtfully.

"I thank you."

Zhang Jue complained.

Then sit down and start reading the book.

The title of the book is very earthy, it is called "My Adventures in Another World Those Years".

The story of the book is also very simple, the protagonist traverses by chance and has an adventure in another world.

Zhang Jue read the book in just two hours.

The whole story is mediocre, with neither the "coolness" of online texts, nor the "depth" of traditional texts, and even the choice of words and sentences is very immature.

It's a bit like a child's, or a novice writer's trick.

Because the subject matter is too niche, and the writing is general.

Articles of this level, let alone published, will never exceed 500 orders on the Internet, which belongs to the type of generating electricity with love.

There is no publisher for this book. Zhang Jue guessed that it is very likely that someone printed this thing into a book as a collection.

No more information can be gleaned from the books themselves.

Zhang Jue's eyes fell on the author's name again.

MRW.

It's a pen name.

On the way here, Zhang Jue used his mobile phone to search the Internet, but found nothing.

It is not that there is no information, on the contrary, it is these three letters that search for too many things.

Only there is no information about a writer.

This is exactly what Zhang Jue imagined.

This writer is not a well-known writer at all, maybe it is just a pseudonym that he wrote for fun.

The clues seem to have been disconnected here.

Zhang Jue has no further direction to pursue.

But according to his father's style, since there are no new hints, it means that the information he has so far is enough for him to solve the puzzle.

He's stuck now, he must have overlooked or forgot some clue.

But what was it, Zhang Jue couldn't remember.

The time came to five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was getting dark, and the twilight was all around.

Zhang Jue rubbed his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows that he has fallen into a dead end, and even if he continues to sit here and think about it, there will be no results.

He needs to change his mood.

After going out, Zhang Jue returned to the city and found a small noodle restaurant to eat.

It suddenly occurred to me that I spent my high school the same way.

At that time, there was also the fat man Zhang Mingliang.

He accidentally took out his cell phone and dialed Zhang Mingliang's number.

Needless to say, his relationship with Zhang Mingliang is very strong.

Otherwise, after the apocalypse, Zhang Mingliang would never come here from the next city to find him.

After a few words, Zhang Mingliang heard that something was wrong with Zhang Jue.

After all, during the Chinese New Year, they had just made a phone call. According to the usual personalities of both parties, this phone call was very unnatural.

"Feng Zi, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Mingliang asked.

"I did encounter something." Zhang Jue said while eating tomatoes and making braised noodles, "Fatty, have you heard of MRW?"

"What the hell?"

"MRW."

"What's that thing?"

"Should be a writer." Zhang Jue said, he actually had no hope, after all, Zhang Mingliang was less fond of reading books than him.

Sure enough, there was silence for a while, and then there was a resentful voice.

"Feng Zi, is there a thermometer next to you?"

"Cao, I didn't burn my head!"

Zhang Jue scolded, and was about to hang up the phone. Thinking of the end of the world tonight, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you now?"

"Drinking with colleagues outside, these **** are too drunk. I'm hiding in the toilet. I guess I won't be able to go back tonight."

"Then just stay in the toilet, don't go anywhere at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you know?"

"what's the situation?"

"There is so much bullshit, just do it!"

"Got it!"

Zhang Mingliang was still the same as when he was in high school, unconditionally obeying Zhang Jue's words.

Zhang Jue didn't know if it was because of his own words that he could survive the disaster, but if he said one more sentence, it was always better than nothing.

A day later, still no progress.

However, Zhang Jue was not too depressed.

Anyway, there is time, sooner or later he will know the truth.

And most importantly, tonight is the night of the full moon, and he is about to witness the doomsday with his own eyes.

The time came to eleven o'clock in the evening.

After tossing for an afternoon, Zhang Jue came to the terrace on the top floor of his building.

There are still traces left after the barbecue in the corner, presumably the tenants of this building are having a carnival here again.

But the winter night was already very cold, and after the cool breeze blew, the terrace was empty.

Zhang Jue looked up and saw a dark cloud in the sky.

The round moon hides behind the dark clouds and occasionally shows up, shining the cold moonlight on the earth.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful.

Zhang Jue couldn't help but think of the woman's screen name.

Yueqing City.

The city is clear in January, and the city is alluring in January.

But Zhang Jue also knew that soon, this bright moon would turn into seven.

Seven red moons.

Everything starts here.

He finally had the chance to witness this moment with his own eyes.

At half past eleven, the temperature became even lower.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the light of the moon illuminated the whole earth brightly.

Countless people are watching the moon at home or outside.

At 11:50, the temperature plummeted.

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At eleven fifty-five, the moon in the sky began to dim.

A red halo emanated from the center of the moon.

Six red moons loomed around it.

Eleven fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

The seven red moons became extremely clear, and a powerful spiritual force spread from the sky

At the same time, Zhang Jue received a WeChat message.

It was sent to him by Zhang Mingliang.

There is only one line above.

"Feng Zi, do you remember the novel written in the notebook that we read in high school? I seem to remember that on the title page of the notebook, there are three letters, MRW."

…

There are probably still a few chapters left, and I suddenly feel a little reluctant.