I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 10

　　 It's foggy.

　　 Zhang Jue realized that he was in a dream—when he traveled through SCP682 in a dream, he was in such a scene.

　　 He stood at a crossroads.

　　 Around him, countless pedestrians passed by him, all with sluggish eyes and expressionless faces, like walking corpses.

"Hey!"

　　 Zhang Jue tried to pull a person's shoulder, trying to talk to the other person, but that person seemed to have infinite power, walking straight forward, and Zhang Jue was taken a stagger.

　　 "fvck!"

　　 Zhang Jue cursed, but he knew in his heart that these people did not seem to be able to communicate.

　　 Where is this? Zhang Jue became curious.

　　 He observed for a while, and found that most of the pedestrians around were white people, and the architectural style was Gothic, which must be a European country.

　　 Zhang Jue wandered for a long time and found a road sign, but he did not recognize the text on it.

　　 seems to be in French, which also confirmed his speculation from the side.

　　 So I should be in France now? How did this become such a big science fiction film?

　　 Guessing is useless, Zhang Jue decided to follow someone to see where they went.

　　 Zhang Jue chose a 40-year-old middle-aged woman, followed all the way to an office building, and looked at the flag waving in front of the door, he confirmed his guess.

　　 This lady seems to be a government employee. Zhang Jue followed her and passed various barriers—everyone turned a blind eye to him, the trailing person, only the various gates were still working.

　　 Zhang Jue followed her to the office, and several staff members were already sitting on their seats.

　　 Their computers are not turned on, and people sit in front of the computer, motionless, like a zombie.

　　 For most people, this scene is a bit scary, even if you don't frighten you to pee even if you are brave, but who is Zhang Jue, not only is he not afraid, he also put his hand in front of the lady's eyes.

no response.

　　 Zhang Jue began to make strange things, making all kinds of weird and funny actions, and almost took off his pants.

　　 Still no response.

　　 "Fuck you!"

　　 Zhang Jue picked up a chair and smashed it on the table next to the lady.

　　 There was a loud "bang" that shook Zhang Jue's ears, but neither the female employee nor her colleague had their eyes squinted, and only stared at the computer that was not turned on.

　　 "Count you ruthless!"

　　 This time Zhang Jue can finally confirm that their five senses have been completely closed. It is estimated that even if he is here for a striptease, no one will care about him.

　　Although everything can happen in the dream, Zhang Jue always feels something is wrong.

　　 These people are too realistic. Is this really a dream?

　　 He pushed the lady away, sat down in front of the computer, and pressed the power button.

　　 The computer turned on normally, and it showed that a password was required. Zhang Jue didn't even think about it, and entered 123456.

　　 The password is correct. After the computer stuck for a few seconds, the desktop popped up.

　　 Zhang Jue opened the calendar, and the time displayed above was February 21, 2221.

　　 He found the workLog of the female employee on the desktop. The last entry was dated February 1, 2221—it was the day he traveled.

　　 In other words, since that day, the world is not normal.

　　 Zhang Jue thought for a while, opened the search engine, converted the language into Chinese, and searched for a name—that was the name of the former President Mei Guo. When Zhang Jue passed through, he had just stepped down for a few days.

　　 Sure enough, Zhang Jue saw the corresponding information.

　　 Then, he searched for all the domestic and foreign events he remembered, and without exception, they could all correspond to them.

　　 Finally, he opened the map and located his home address.

　　 "what—the—fvck?!"

　　 Zhang Jue couldn't help it at last, and yelled.

　　What the **** is this dream, this is the world he lived in before passing through!

　　 It's a big game, what happened here, how could it be like this?

　　 It seems that the problem is not him, but the world.

　　If he didn't cross, he would probably become a ghost like these people.

　　 After half an hour, Zhang Jue sat in a chair, sorting out his thoughts.

　　 Some kind of mysterious event should have happened in this world.

　　 He has just logged in to several forums, and the time of the last reply on all websites is infinitely close to 24:00 on February 1, 2221.

　　 No one answered the fire and alarm calls, and no one responded to his posts.

　　 At least for now, there is no 'living person' in the entire world, only those machines that do not require human intervention are still operating.

　　 Zhang Jue only hates that he is not a medical student, otherwise he can dissect an older brother to see what's wrong with their bodies.

　　 Of course, he also knows that even with the most advanced medical technology, the abnormality of these people may not be detected-this is more likely due to some kind of mental interference.

　　 Zhang Jue sat for a while again, and decided to go out and look for it to see if there were other clues.

　　 But the moment he left, the phone at the front desk rang.

　　 "Ling Ling Ling—"

　　 The telephone ring that I have been accustomed to for a long time, at this time, it sounds so desolate and terrifying.

　　 There was a call coming in?

　　 Is it because I called the police just now?

　　 Zhang Jue did not hesitate, ran over in two steps and picked up the phone.

　　 "Hello?" He doesn't know French, so he can only make up the numbers in English.

　　 There was a long silence, but Zhang Jue didn't hang up the phone, he could hear it, and there was a gasping voice on the other side.

　　 Sure enough, after a few more seconds, a young boy's immature voice sounded.

"help me…"

Chinese?

　　 Zhang Jue was taken aback, and immediately said: "Hello, who are you? Where are you?"

　　 "Please, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, save me—"

　　 "Boom boom boom— boom boom—"

　　 A huge noise rang from his mind, the whole world began to shake, and the scenery in front of him began to collapse.

　　 Zhang Jue knew that he was about to wake up.

　　 "Where are you? How can I save you!"

　　 However, he couldn't hear the response over there.

　　 "Boom boom boom— boom boom—"

　　 There was a quick knock on the door, and Yang Xue's voice came from outside the door.

　　 "Zhang Jue! Zhang Jue! Have you gotten up?"

　　 Zhang Jue opened his eyes and did not open the door immediately, but carefully recalled the dream just now—to be precise, it was not a dream at all, but a journey back to his original world.

　　 He wanted to know what happened there.

　　 "Zhang Jue! Have you gotten up yet?"

　　 Yang Xue's anxious voice sounded again, it must be something urgent.

　　 Zhang Jue is now living in the staff dormitory of SCP. The conditions are not good. Anyone can come to him. The stationmaster Yang promised his single-family villa, and he doesn't know when it will be honored.

　　 As soon as the door was opened, Yang Xue immediately rushed in, pulled him up and left: "Quickly, come with me!"

　　 "What's the matter?" Zhang Jue was a little puzzled seeing her anxious expression, saying that my world was on the verge of destruction, and I was not as irritable as you.

　　 "Something happened!" Yang Xue looked solemn, and it seemed that things were really tricky, "Remember the bottomless stairwell you mentioned."

　　 Zhang Jue frowned slightly: "SCP087? Isn't its entrance already sealed off?"

　　Yang Xue shook her head, bit her lip and said, "It's true that its entrance has been sealed long ago, but...something seems to be coming out of it."

Chapter end

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