I’m In Charge of SCP

"Beautiful mountains and rivers, singing birds and fragrant flowers, gurgling brooks, lush green forests, and a few seagulls flying by the river."

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

"seaside."

"Eh."

"A few river gulls flew by the sea."

"It's not human at all."

"..."

Zhang Jue woke up from the haze.

His whole body felt warm, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

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

The afternoon sun shone down from the sky, warm and comfortable, and the cross talk that I had heard countless times was playing in the Bluetooth headset.

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

There are also many high school or college students who eat and play poker on blankets.

Shouts, shouts, and laughter kept coming.

Where is this?

Crossed over again?

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

Anyway, it's good not to die.

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

But judging from the scene in front of me, it doesn't seem to be quite the same anywhere.

After all, the two worlds he lives in are both experiencing doomsday and disaster.

It is no longer possible to present such a harmonious scene.

Zhang Jue dug into his pocket, looking for his mobile phone, looking at the date on it, and confirming the current timeline.

But both pockets were empty.

But the cross talk in my ears is still ringing.

Zhang Jue froze for a moment, looking around.

I saw a man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes,

I was secretly looking at him, and saw that he found that he ran away like a mouse.

Seeing 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 he should be in his own world now.

But even if there is no cheat, Zhang Jue has so many years of experience in fighting and picking locks, he still quickly caught up with the thief and successfully took back his wallet and mobile phone.

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

February 21, 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 current time is fourteen thirty in the afternoon, nine and a half hours before midnight.

This discovery almost overturned Zhang Jue's world view.

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

But now it seems that it is not the case at all.

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

Don't look at it as a simple retreat for a day, but it has a great impact on Zhang Jue.

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

To give a simple example, it's like you just took the exam yesterday, and when you woke up, you found yourself in the exam room again.

Don't think that you can make a fortune by relying on predictive ability, because it is very likely that when you wake up tomorrow, you will go back to a year ago.

Then I woke up again, ten years later.

This disordered timeline is simply not something normal humans can survive and accept.

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

In this world, he still has many mysteries to solve.

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

And the most important ones are those three letters.

MRW.

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

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

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

They hid so deeply and used so cleverly that they almost led Zhang Jue astray.

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

They are the core figures of this organization.

From their mouths, Zhang Jue learned.

People who join this organization all have a particularly unfortunate life.

They have a natural dislike for the "protagonist" like Zhang Jue who is going smoothly and vigorously.

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

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

It is only because of that jade jue that he can travel back and forth between the two worlds.

In other words, the super power he obtained in this world is to travel to another world.

The two worlds are completely unconnected, and they are all independent entities.

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

Because he found out 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.

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

And his father must have known about this connection.

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

All along, Zhang Jue knew that his father was 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 a year or two.

Zhang Jue even wanted to get a few hairs for a DNA test, but he failed once.

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

Sure enough, no one answered.

It was always his father looking for him, and he never called through this number.

Nine hours to midnight, so what's next?

After thinking about it, Zhang Jue decided to go home and have a look.

He was located in a park not far from his home, only ten minutes away, and he returned home soon.

Because midnight is the time of the end of the world, everything still looks quite normal.

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

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

There was an old house there where all his childhood stuff was kept.

Including that book.

An hour later, he came to the old house that had been dusty for a long time.

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

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

During the years when he came out to work, he would only come here during the Chinese New Year to clean up and paste a pair of spring couplets on the door.

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

The door was locked, but the direction he put the key in changed. It was obvious 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 ajar, and as soon as Zhang Jue opened it, he saw a book lying obediently 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, his father knew 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 "Those Years of My Adventures in Another World".

The story of the book is also very simple, the protagonist travels by accident and adventures in another world.

Zhang Jue read ten lines at a glance and finished the book in just two hours.

The whole story is unremarkable, neither the "sweetness" of online literature, nor the "depth" of traditional literature, and even the choice of words and sentences is very immature.

It's a bit like a child, or the work of a novice writer.

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

Articles of this level, not to mention publishing, will never have more than 500 orders on the Internet, which belongs to the type of using love to generate electricity.

There is no publishing house for this book, and Zhang Jue speculates that it is very likely that someone printed this book into a book and kept it as a collection.

Not much more information can be gleaned from the book itself.

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

MRW.

It's a pseudonym.

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

It's not that there is no information, on the contrary, but that these three letters can search for too many and complicated 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 he just wrote it for fun, and randomly picked up a pen name.

The clue seems 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 is stuck now, he must have overlooked or forgotten some clues.

But Zhang Jue couldn't remember what it was.

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

Zhang Jue rubbed his eyebrows and let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that he had fallen into a dead end, and even if he continued to sit here and think, there would be no result.

He needs a change of heart.

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

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

At that time there was Fatty Zhang Mingliang.

He accidentally took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Mingliang.

Needless to say, the relationship between him and Zhang Mingliang is very strong.

Otherwise, after the doomsday, Zhang Mingliang would never come here from the next city to look for him.

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

After all, during the Chinese New Year, they had just talked on the phone. 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.

"Something happened." Zhang Jue said while eating braised noodles with tomatoes, "Fatty, have you heard of MRW?"

"WTF?"

"MRW."

"What the hell is that?"

"Should be a writer." Zhang Jue said, he didn't hold out any hope, after all, Zhang Mingliang didn't like reading more than he did.

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 cursed and was about to hang up the phone when he remembered that tonight would be the end of the world, so he couldn't help asking, "Where are you now?"

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

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

"what's the situation?"

"There's so much bullshit, just do it!"

"Come on!"

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

Zhang Jue didn't know if it was because of his own words that he was able to survive, but saying one more word was always better than nothing.

A day later, still no progress.

But Zhang Jue wasn't too depressed.

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

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.

Zhang Jue, who had been tossing around all afternoon, came to the terrace on the top floor of his building.

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

But the winter night is already very cold, and after the cool wind blows, there is no one on the terrace.

Zhang Jue looked up, and there was a dark cloud in the sky.

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

Everything is so quiet, peaceful.

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

Yueqing City.

Qingcheng in January, Qingcheng in January.

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

Seven red moons.

Everything starts from here.

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

At half past eleven, the temperature became lower and lower.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the light of the moon illuminated the positive land.

Countless people are watching the moon at home or outside.

At eleven fifty, the temperature plummeted.

The body temperature is more than ten degrees lower than just now.

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

A red halo radiated from the center of the moon to the surroundings.

Six red moons loom 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 Zhang Mingliang who sent it to him.

There is only one line of writing on it.

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

...

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