I’m In Charge of SCP

It was foggy. Zhang Jue returned to his own world for the third time.

This time, he appeared in the projection hall of a movie theater.

His position is the center of the curtain.

On the other side of him, dozens of "spectators" were staring at him.

It's as if he has subtitles on his face.

Zhang Jue was no stranger to this situation.

These zombies can't attack, and they can't contagious. They don't threaten him at all, and they are no different from the models in the window on the street.

What concerned him was that these people seemed to have black hair and black eyes.

It looks Asian, but I don't know which country it is.

Zhang Jue walked out of the movie theater and came to the street. Looking at the two-dimensional elements all over the street, he initially confirmed his position.

Although it was foggy, he could still tell that the time should be around twelve noon.

Countless "zombies" walked by, and Zhang Jue simply ignored their existence.

He found a subway station, and looking at the English names of the stations above, he pinpointed his location to a very hot place.

So what to do now?

Find a computer.

He clearly remembered that before he woke up last time, someone replied to his post. Could it be that there are still "survivors" in this world?

This question has been lingering in his mind.

When he came back this time, he had to confirm it.

If you can talk to them directly, you can get first-hand information about what happened, which is much more reliable than guessing.

He randomly found a store on the side of the street, only to find out after entering that the store sold audio-visual products, and there were many familiar figures printed on the cover of the products.

However, Zhang Jue is not in the mood to support the original version right now, so he can only say hello to them for the time being, and agree to fight again when he has time.

The shopkeeper inside the counter is a greasy middle-aged uncle, the computer is turned on, and he seems to be playing games.

Like everyone else, he had lost consciousness and just sat there dumbfounded.

Zhang Jue pushed him and the chair away, found another chair at random, and sat in front of the computer.

According to his timeline in the SCP world, it has been a few months since he returned to this world last time, but the flow of time here seems to be different from that in the SCP world. It's only been a week.

Changing the search engine to Chinese as usual, Zhang Jue opened the forum he frequented.

That prompt is still there.

"Your post has new replies, please click to view."

Zhang Jue put the mouse on it, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

Click to jump to the web page.

He prayed silently in his heart, but it must not be something like an advertisement, otherwise he must have smashed the computer.

After the web page was loaded, Zhang Jue couldn't wait to scroll to the bottom.

Zhang Jue was relieved to see that the person who replied was a user and not a robot.

He smashed the table excitedly, then shook his innocent hands.

The title of his post is: Are there still living people in this world? Please call back, over!

And that reply only had three words.

Who are you?

The other party's username is "Yueqingcheng", which is quite artistic.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin and fell into deep thought again.

The other party's tone didn't seem right.

Never mind him, let's go back first.

Zhang Jue logged into his account and replied at the bottom of that floor: I am a survivor, the whole world changed when I woke up, can you tell me what happened?

At the end, he added another sentence below: Everyone ignores me, people are so scared, where are you, can I find you?

I don't believe you are not fooled.

After Zhang Jue finished posting, he leaned back on the chair,

Wait for the fish to bite.

However, an hour passed, and there was still no movement from the other party.

He began to feel a little irritable.

Is it because the other party didn't have time to log in to the forum, or did something else happen?

Zhang Jue somewhat missed the hand speed of those trolls.

If one of them survived and saw this post, he would know the whole truth in less than two minutes.

Zhang Jue clicked on that person's profile picture, and found that the gender column was also written as female.

Fuck, crashed.

Zhang Jue thought, but it's okay, maybe this user named Yueqingcheng is also a big man who picks his feet, who can say for sure about this kind of thing.

He saw a beautiful young lady with the online name "I haven't washed my hair for ten years because I'm bald", so it doesn't make sense.

The other party's privacy setting is visible for seven days. Zhang Jue clicked on it and found that this "Yue Qingcheng" had sent a post seven days ago—that is, on the day of the red moon.

"It's so annoying, I'm going to cosplay this evening."

Below is a picture of a wizard attire.

There is also a positioning, CN, Star City, Taiping Street.

So this month Qingcheng is from Xingcheng? Or are you traveling to Star City?

She (he) was not affected by the red moon, is it related to her (him) cos wizard?

A series of questions flashed through Zhang Jue's mind.

But there is too little evidence, and he has no way of confirming whether there is an inevitable connection between the two things, maybe it's just a coincidence.

The biggest hope now is that the other party can reply him.

Zhang Jue was like a licking dog, sitting in front of the screen and waiting for the other party's reply.

Just when he was about to pick his feet out of boredom, there was a loud noise in the sky outside, like thunder.

It was the first time for Zhang Jue to come across a thunderstorm these few times.

He thought that after the world became abnormal, these ordinary weather phenomena would no longer exist, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Zhang Jue thought about it, felt that something was wrong, and then ran out of the video store in a hurry, looking in the direction of the sound.

It was still foggy outside, and the visible distance was very limited, but he still saw a huge shadow floating in the sky thousands of miles away from him.

Zhang Jue couldn't describe what it was, because it was so huge that he couldn't even see its outline clearly.

What surprised him was that after the huge shadow appeared, all pedestrians on the road stopped. They turned around, faced the direction of the shadow, and knelt down.

Everyone knelt down on the ground, only Zhang Jue stood alone on the street, looking so abrupt.

He fixed his eyes on the huge shadow, trying to figure out what it was.

But all in vain.

He grabbed a person kneeling on the ground and found that although their consciousness was still unclear, they were chanting some words.

Words he doesn't understand.

It's like a spell.

Ten minutes later, the huge shadow disappeared.

Everyone has also returned to "normal" - continuing to do the same things as before according to the established trajectory.

Zhang Jue looked at the sky, expecting some new clues, but found nothing in the end.

After a long time, he returned to the store.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yue Qingcheng actually replied to his post that day.

"Reply to you later, be safe, it's coming."