I’m In Charge of SCP

The clock struck twelve at midnight.

Huge spiritual power emanates from the seven red moons.

Zhang Jue was standing on the roof, staring at the seven round moons.

He felt a violent blow to his head.

It was as if someone had tapped him on the back of the head with a brick.

He gritted his teeth in pain, almost cried out, almost fainted, and managed to stabilize his figure.

With a "click", the pointer of his watch moved forward by one frame, and the time came to February 22, 2221.

But apart from his own suffering, the world seemed to have changed little.

He looked down from the top of the building, and although it was already midnight, he could still see sporadic passers-by walking in the community, and he could still hear their voices talking, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about everyone.

? ? ?

What's happening here?

Zhang Jue couldn't believe his eyes, he rushed down from the roof immediately.

Twenty minutes later, he confirmed the situation.

Really nothing has changed.

People around are normal, they don't even notice that the moon has turned red.

Zhang Jue browsed the Internet, and the forums also responded as usual. Everyone was discussing the resignation of Teb Kaopu.

As far as the timeline of this world is concerned, it hasn't been long since this incident happened.

But for Zhang Jue, it seemed that he had returned to three or four years ago.

Zhang Jue looked up at the seven red moons, so what are they? The "doomsday" tailored for yourself, no one else can see it?

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

"Hey, Feng Zi, I'm home."

Zhang Mingliang's drunken voice came from the other side of the phone, probably a little too drunk.

"Do you see anything unusual about the moon in the sky?" Zhang Jue asked bluntly.

"Yes, I have,

My Cao, I found out just now that the moon is too fucking bright tonight! "Zhang Mingliang said, "It's almost catching up with my light bulb. "

"Aside from that, is there anything wrong with the color? What about the quantity?"

"The color of the moon? The quantity?" After hearing Zhang Jue's words, Zhang Mingliang instantly woke up from the wine, "I said Feng Zi, what's wrong with you tonight, do you want my buddy to accompany you to see the doctor tomorrow?"

"Get out." Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue was finally sure that only he could see the abnormality of the moon, and it didn't affect anyone else at all.

Well, he was the one who crossed over before, and this world became the end.

Now he's back, everyone's fine, he's been tricked.

Fortunately, there have been no side effects so far.

After confirming this matter, Zhang Jue was not in a hurry.

So I asked Zhang Mingliang about the three letters.

When Zhang Jue was in school, technology was not so advanced.

There are no computers or mobile phones, and people are still very simple.

As a student, the biggest entertainment is to go to the store to rent a few novels to read, including Jin Yong, Gu Long, "Dragon Race" and "The Law of Demons", and these novels cannot escape being torn apart in the end.

Of course, there are also some students who are unwilling to read other people's works, so they also write some things by themselves, just like most Internet writers nowadays.

It's just that the conditions were limited at that time, and they could only write in notebooks for others to circulate.

Of course, those who can reach the level of "circulation" show that the level of writing is good. Although from the current point of view, the writing style is quite immature, but among the peers, it seems to be quite good.

Zhang Jue's father is a "third-rate" mystery writer, and he is on the publishing route, so he doesn't like these things.

But Zhang Mingliang was different. At that time, he read it day and night, no matter what kind of novel it was, he never refused it.

Among them was a brown notebook.

Because time has passed so long, he can't remember the specific content, but what he still vaguely remembers is that on the title page of the notebook, there are three large subtitles—MRW written in vermilion ballpoint pen.

And also because of time, the owner of this notebook, who wrote this novel, he can't remember.

The only thing that is certain is that he borrowed it from the classmate next door.

This is very important information.

Zhang Jue immediately set the scope to the very small scope of his high school classmates.

The next task is to find the list of alumni at that time, and then check them one by one.

It may be a little difficult for an ordinary person to find a list of high school classmates from about ten years ago.

But for Zhang Jue, it was a piece of cake.

Because he has his own dog in a certain bureau.

If you want to ask why he can have a dog leg in the game, it is actually very simple.

It is to pretend to be a woman who has lost her feet, and send some things that will be harmonized through the published phone number and the other party's WeChat. As long as the other party hooks up and replies, it will be considered a success—of course, he also learned this skill from his father.

As long as it's not too much, the dog legs will help him handle it.

In fact, before he entered junior high school or high school, he had already controlled the situation in the school through his dog legs, and divided some people who opposed the Fengzi League into different classes.

Then through his superb skills, he became the boss of the Anti-Fengzi Alliance.

After hanging up the phone, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Naturally, Zhang Jue couldn't fall asleep, and lay on the bed tossing and turning.

Every time I come back suddenly like this, I don't know what's going on in the world over there.

Woke up in a daze, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

He cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and added an egg, thinking that no matter how busy the unit was, it would be time for him to go to work.

Zhang Jue dialed the number of his son-in-law.

Gou Zuizi was very sensitive to Zhang Jue's voice. After confirming that it was him, he lowered his voice and said, "What are you going to do? If you pester me again, I will call the police!"

The other party was so arrogant, but Zhang Jue laughed: "Okay, you can report it, or I can report it for you. Do you want the police to arrest me for blackmail? You know very well that I have not cared about it for so many years." You need a penny, but our chat records and photos, I have saved a lot—”

"That's enough, that's enough! What do you want to do this time!" The other party obviously didn't want to continue talking about this topic. He already knew very well what it means to make a mistake and become eternal hatred. If he was given another chance, he would never give it again. Zhang Jue posted a photo of himself.

"Give me a personnel file of the students of the Independent High School ten years ago. There is no detailed file, but the roster is fine."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"If you ask again, I will post your photo on the Internet tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I don't ask, I don't ask, when do you want it?"

"Before get off work today."

"So fast? Impossible."

"I have your picture."

"Okay, I've convinced you—"

After some friendly exchanges, Zhang Jue successfully achieved his goal.

Before sunset, a form was sent to Zhang Jue's cell phone.

Thank God, the student information at that time has been added to the electronic archive, if it is still the old file, Zhang Jue will also have some headaches.

After getting the form, Zhang Jue quickly glanced at everyone's names.

Some familiar names came into view.

After not seeing each other for ten years, Zhang Jue can't remember their appearance very much, but they can always bring back some memories.

But Zhang Jue is not a hypocritical person, and he doesn't have time to think about those things now.

He wanted to use this list to recall the classmate next door who wrote the novel.

Because of his father's training, Zhang Jue has mastered the palace memory method since he was a child, and he can seal up some unused memories.

Find it when you need it.

For longer memories, you need a little "introduction" or "trigger" to trigger.

That's what this list does.

Every name, after being processed by Zhang Jue's brain, will become a three-dimensional person.

Their personalities and how they behaved in the world, all clearly appeared in Zhang Jue's mind, exactly.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and felt as if he had returned to his high school days.

...

"Hey, hey, have you finished your homework?"

"Whoever wrote that thing, feed the dog."

"Hey, have you guys watched the game? The Heat won the championship!"

"With that lineup, my grandma can get a ring back when she goes up."

"Cut—then your grandma has good legs and feet—"

"Where's the novel from yesterday? Whose is it? I haven't finished it yet."'

"Hey, stop talking, let the teacher confiscate it."

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, looked at the students around him, and sneered suddenly.

This time travel is too childish.

When the eyes are closed and opened, the time, place and people have all changed.

Zhang Jue sat in his seat, in front of him was a copy of "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation", and on the blackboard were the questions that the teacher hadn't finished talking about in the last class.

Needless to say, this was high school for sure.

Before Zhang Jue had time to say a few words to these classmates who hadn't seen him for many years, he heard someone shouting outside: "Feng Zi, come out, we will challenge you one-on-one!"

Zhang Jue glanced out of the window and recognized who the big tall man was - one of the small leaders of many anti-sealing organizations, who didn't even deserve a name.

If it was in high school, he wouldn't even look at each other, because their battle line had already been torn apart by him. This tall man certainly didn't know that half of his younger brothers were Zhang Jue's people.

But this time, Zhang Jue stood up from his seat and walked straight out.

The tall man was immediately frightened by Zhang Jue's aura, and stood at the door unable to move for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue ignored him and walked past him, scaring everyone into a cold sweat.

"Hey, do you feel that something is wrong with Feng Zi today." A female classmate said.

"Someday he won't be a lunatic." Her deskmate complained.

"No, don't you guys think that his eyes were so handsome just now, like Song Zhongji."

"anthomaniac."

Zhang Jue went straight to the teacher's office.

He didn't come here for the purpose of going back to high school, going to college, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

It was get out of class time, and several teachers were joking in the office.

Seeing Zhang Jue appearing at the door, everyone felt as if they were facing an enemy.

Zhang Jue's "notoriety" was not only widely spread among the students, but also the teachers.

Zhang Jue smiled and said to his head teacher: "Mr. Liu, can you please return the confiscated novel to me? To tell you the truth, I have a literary dream——"

When Zhang Jue spoke nonsense, his face didn't turn red and his heart skipped a beat.

Teacher Liu, the head teacher, was taken aback by what he said. He confiscated 80 or 100 novels, and he didn't know which one Zhang Jue wanted.

Since entering the office, Zhang Jue's gaze has been fixed on the brown notebook.

With a glance in his eyes, Teacher Liu handed him the notebook in a strange way.

After he left, the teachers realized that they were overwhelmed by a student.

Although the body has become immature, but after experiencing so many earth-shattering things, and even becoming a god himself, Zhang Jue's aura has become different in every gesture of his hands and feet.

No need for him to deliberately distribute it, the people around him will soon be able to feel it.

Zhang Jue was walking on the corridor of the school, but no one dared to stand in front of him, and everyone involuntarily made way for him.

Zhang Jue found a secluded place, opened the notebook, and looked at the three letters written in red pen on the title page, Zhang Jue frowned involuntarily.

The brush strokes are exactly the same as the tattoos on Yu Hongbo and the artist.

He can already be sure that the two are the same thing.

He didn't rush to find the author, but sat aside and began to read seriously.

It is still a strange adventure story, but it is probably because it was written earlier, so the writing style is more immature.

The main story of the story is about an ancient god who was sealed in a stone statue for many years, and was later unintentionally released by a young man with eyes above the top to cause harm to the world.

Because it was written in a notebook, it only has about a hundred or two hundred thousand words, which is not too long.

I can read and know people. Although the handwriting is relatively delicate, it should be written by a boy, and he is a very introverted boy.

With the scope narrowed to such an extent, Zhang Jue could almost determine his target.

Ma Ruowen, a classmate in the liberal arts class next door.

MRW is the initials of his name.

Zhang Jue knew Ma Ruowen, or the whole grade knew him.

His family was poor, and he still wore single clothes in winter, and then his trousers were ripped off by a group of bad boys and thrown into a snowdrift.

Although Zhang Jue has a perverse and cynical personality, he has never been a bully.

On the contrary, he strongly opposes campus bullying.

Otherwise, Zhang Mingliang would not be saved.

At that time, he was the one who helped Ma Ruowen up.

This was also the only intersection between the two, so Zhang Jue couldn't figure it out.

If Ma Ruowen was really related to this MRW—or, in other words, he was the leader of the MRW organization, why did he want to kill himself?

Zhang Jue was lowering his head in thought when he saw a pair of worn-out canvas shoes appearing in front of him.

He raised his head, just in time to see Ma Ruowen's expressionless face.

"Student, can you return the notebook to me?"

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Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, Shuyou 0912, Daoyou 6bu6 and several other bigwigs for their rewards.