I’m In Charge of SCP

Yesterday's chapter was blocked again, and the application for unblocking has not been passed, but there are many blocked, and my heart has no waves.

The review of the starting point seems to be getting stricter and stricter. Yesterday, I saw a lv5 author who was listed as a eunuch. It was also because the chapter was blocked. Even the editor of the weapon system of my new book said that it might step on the line. I really don’t know what to say.

Simply do a retrospective.

Zhang Jue wanted to bring Shirley back to site 14, but Cain advised him not to do so, and then Zhang Jue talked to 343 again.

The Secretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition personally came to the headquarters of the Authority to ask for help, because one of their employees privately hid the 140 (unfinished chronicle) that should have been destroyed long ago. At present, even people and books have disappeared, leaving only Down a diary. Heaton (name has been changed), Secretary General of the Occult Alliance, requested the assistance of Zhang Jue, Special Adviser of the Authority.

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When Zhang Jue and Yang Xue got the news, they were having their last lunch at site 17.

Led by staff at Authority headquarters, a researcher from the Global Occult Coalition found them.

At first, the researcher named McDowell just wanted to tell Zhang Jue about this, and wanted Yang Xue to avoid him, but Zhang Jue told him very politely: "Talk about it, don't tell me to fuck off."

McDowell was forced to recount the whole incident to the two of them, and begged Zhang Jue not to spread it anymore, otherwise the Occult Alliance would lose face.

Zhang Jue said with great disdain that in the eyes of the staff of the management authority, the Occult Alliance has long since lost face.

140 [Unfinished Chronicle] is a strictly confidential project, most Ling Wu only saw its appearance from a distance, but Yang Xue didn't even know the number.

Zhang Jue described the characteristics of 140 to her, and she realized the horror of this project.

140 can affect reality by changing history.

Moreover, the Daeva tribe recorded in it is a race that can use supernatural power, which poses a great threat to human beings.

If they really want to use 140 to reappear, the consequences will be disastrous.

Although it is certain that human beings will win in the end, it will inevitably be another bloody storm.

Originally, Zhang Jue was used to acting alone, but this time Yang Xue happened to be there, so he simply brought her with him. Yang Xue is more careful than him, and can be of great help at certain times.

The so-called husband and wife match, work is not tired.

According to the investigation of the Occult Alliance, the last time that Dr. Acheson appeared in people's field of vision was in Afghanistan (Harmony), so they immediately took a special plane to go there.

It took about eight hours for the special plane to arrive in A (Harmony) Afghanistan. Zhang Jue took this opportunity to tell Yang Xue what he knew about the Daeva tribe.

Contrary to Yang Xue's imagination, the Daevas are not a small race, on the contrary, they run through the entire human history, no matter in time or space.

This humanoid race originated in south-central Siberia, but their footprints are all over Asia, Europe, South America, North America and even Africa.

It is a race dominated by women, martial, and extremely aggressive.

The history created by them is either aggression or on the way of aggression.

Moreover, they are proficient in all kinds of thaumaturgy, and even created a number of anomalous items with this, which makes them invincible in war.

In the long fighting history of the Daeva tribe, the results were brilliant. They had conflicts with the Sarkic sect and the Church of the Broken God, winning and losing each other.

According to the speculation of the Authority, 2406 [Colossus] was damaged by the Church of the Broken God during the battle with the Daevites.

Not only that, they fought a great war with Qin and invaded Mongolia.

There are even rumors that Qin Shihuang Yingzheng has some Daeva blood.

Although some information is just hearsay or people's imagination, it is not difficult to see that this race is by no means easy.

It is precisely because of this that the boss of the Occult Alliance had to pull his face down and ask the Administration for help.

And the administration did not hide it, and informed them of Zhang Jue's whereabouts.

As a chronicle, the time recorded in 140 is very close to the current timeline.

Dr. Acheson probably saw some incredible information in the book, so he left without saying goodbye and went alone.

"Hey, tell me, did Dr. Acheson discover the location of the Daevite treasure recorded in 140, and that's why he left the Occult Alliance."

Idle is also idle, Zhang Jue said a cold joke.

Before Yang Xue could speak, the Occult Alliance researcher McDowell who was with them said, "He's not that kind of person."

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You know Dr. Acheson?"

McDowell nodded and said, "He... used to be my teacher."

McDowell is one of the chief researchers of the Occult Alliance. His status in the Occult Alliance is similar to Yang Xue's situation in the Authority. He belongs to the kind of high-achieving student who was promoted to the headquarters at a young age.

When he first joined the Occult Alliance, his first mentor was Dr. Acheson.

In his eyes, Dr. Acheson has always been a very good person, not only giving him guidance at work, but also caring about him in small daily matters, just like his father.

Dr. Acheson has been in the Occult League for so many years, one is not greedy for money, and the other is the title of the picture, so McDowell can't figure it out, his teacher will do such a thing, and now he has become the culprit that threatens the survival of human beings.

Seeing McDowell's determined look, Zhang Jue couldn't help thinking of Huang Xingwen.

He smiled: "Student McDowell, there is an old saying in China that it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, and it is difficult to paint the bones. You know the face but don't know the heart. You are not a roundworm in your teacher's stomach. You will never know what he is thinking. What, his kindness to you may be just a disguise."

McDowell really wanted to refute Zhang Jue's words, but with the facts in front of him, he could only shake his head and sigh in the end.

After the three of them finished speaking, they each lay down on their chairs to recharge their batteries.

Because they all know that there may not be such a stable rest time in the future.

Zhang Jue sat on the chair in the middle, kept his eyes open, and looked at McDowell from the corner of his eye.

He watched him secretly.

However, McDowell still had a sad face, and seemed to be immersed in the emotion of the teacher's betrayal of the organization, unable to extricate himself.

But Zhang Jue still didn't give him full trust.

In fact, he had been staring at McDowell when he was popularizing the Daeva knowledge to Yang Xue just now, and even deliberately concealed some information, just to see McDowell's reaction.

But he acted impeccably, and he didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or really didn't know.

Although the Daeva tribe is very strong, they have not been wiped out by those big bosses in ancient times.

Even if they were really restored, the Authority and the Occult Alliance, which had developed to the present day, would not be afraid of it.

At most it's just a mouse-thrower.

The scariest thing is that this race doesn't just represent themselves.

The power behind them is what makes the Authority and the Occult Alliance afraid.

It was also the reason why the Occult Alliance named him for assistance.

In this world, there is probably no one who is more suitable to fight against that power than him.

Another two hours later, the plane landed smoothly, and Zhang Jue once again set foot on this land in the Middle East.

The Occult Alliance has already sent people here to wait for them.

Everyone knew that this matter was urgent, so as soon as the three of them got into the car, the person in charge of reception began to introduce the situation to them.

"There is a more important discovery. The day after Dr. Acheson disappeared from the Occult Alliance's sight, someone saw him staying in a small hotel for a day and a night. We will go there now."

Yang Xue asked: "Did you find anything in that hotel?"

The staff member shook his head: "The news came over an hour ago, and I haven't had time to go there, but you can rest assured that our people have rushed there first to protect the scene. If Dr. Acheson really After staying there for so long, there must be clues left behind."

This land is not peaceful, several people drive all the way forward, there are gunshots coming from the distance from time to time.

A stray bullet even hit the windshield of the rear row, startling everyone.

Fortunately, they were riding in special vehicles modified by the Occult Alliance, and their defense capabilities were comparable to light tanks.

After another hour of trekking, they finally came to the "small hotel" that the staff member called.

The small hotel is really small and doesn't even have a signboard.

It is a house facing the street. There is a small window at the door to collect money. After paying the money, you can go upstairs and choose a small cubicle to live in.

There are no security measures at all. At most, when someone attacks, they will yell at the top.

As for whether you can save your life, it depends on luck.

When Zhang Jue and the others arrived here, the concierge who collected money at the door had been controlled by the staff of the Occult Alliance.

McDowell took out Dr. Acheson's photo and put it in front of the porter: "Do you know this person?"

The concierge had already been scared out of his wits by such a big battle, he nodded hastily, and replied with an accent that was even hipper than Zhang Jue's: "A few days ago, he lived here for a day."

Yang Xue frowned and asked, "There are so many people coming and going here, why do you remember him?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the concierge had a mournful face: "Because the clothes he wears are of good material, I was planning to rob him of his money, but when I was about to do it, he didn't know where to go." gone."

It can only be said that Zhang Jue and his party were lucky. If it wasn't for this person's malice, they probably wouldn't remember that Dr. Acheson had been here, let alone which compartment he lived in.

Several people went up to the sixth floor, and the room Dr. Acheson chose was an attic on the top floor.

This room is very high, and generally no one would choose to live here.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Jue covered his nose. The place probably hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and the musty smell is mixed with all kinds of miscellaneous smells, which is really not very pleasant.

There was only a bed and a table in the room, not even a chair, and all kinds of rubbish were piled up in the corner, probably accumulated bit by bit by the previous tenants.

When they just entered the door, Zhang Jue even saw two mice scurrying from under the bed into the pile of garbage.

It's hard to imagine that a doctor who has lived in the civilized world all his life will live here, and it will be a day and a night.

It seems that Dr. Acheson's purpose is very clear, and his mind is very firm.

Only such a person would travel thousands of miles to such a place where the birds don't shit, and there is no way to guarantee their life safety.

So here comes the question, why did he choose to settle here, and where did he go in the end?

According to the concierge, Dr. Acheson only carried a backpack, and he shouldn't be able to walk far in such an unfamiliar place.

While Zhang Jue was thinking, he searched the room for other clues.

At this time, Yang Xue squatted beside the garbage dump, put on gloves and used tweezers to pick out something from it.

"Look, what is this?"

Zhang Jue searched for his reputation, Yang Xue opened the paper ball full of stains, and found that it was a map, to be precise, it was a map of the Middle East.

The countries surrounding Afghanistan (harmonious) Afghanistan, including Iran, Pakistan, and Turkmenistan are all impressively listed.

Although the outside of this map was stained with garbage, it was very new inside. It could be concluded that Dr. Acheson threw it here.

Dr. Acheson has worked in the Occult Alliance for most of his life, and he is very clear about the distribution of the forces of the Occult Alliance. He probably did not expect that someone would be able to find his trace.

Dr. Acheson's purpose has always been a mystery. He came to such a place with 140 in his arms, and everyone couldn't figure it out.

Yang Xue took out the magnifying glass from her backpack and looked carefully at the map.

Zhang Jue went out.

This is the attic on the top floor, just one step away from the opposite building.

The distance between the two floors is only about one meter.

Even an ordinary person can cross over.

Since the concierge didn't know when Dr. Acheson left, Zhang Jue jumped to the upstairs opposite.

Then went downstairs from there.

The building on the opposite side faces the exact opposite of the building they were in before.

The entrance is on another street.

Zhang Jue went downstairs, and just a few steps away, a wretched-looking man walked towards him.

"Hey bro, where do you want to go?"

"Huh?" Zhang Jue was a little confused.

"Wherever you want to go, buddies can help you, Iran or Pakistan? I advise you not to go to Iraq, it's more chaotic than this."

As soon as the man said a few words, Zhang Jue recognized that he was a "snakehead" who specialized in pulling people across (harmoniously).

This reminded Zhang Jue.

He remembered the map just now. If A (Harmony) Afghanistan was just a temporary foothold for Dr. Acheson to get rid of the pursuit of the Occult Alliance, he might have already left here.

He took out Dr. Acheson's photo by accident, and asked, "Dude, have you seen this man?"

The man glanced at it and immediately laughed: "Ah——I remember him, he was very generous. My friend, do you want to know where he went?"

The snakehead rubbed his hands, which meant that Zhang Jue had to be funny if he wanted to inquire about something.

But Zhang Jue did not exchange the money that could be used in this place, so he could only take out a large dollar bill with tears in his eyes.

The man's eyes lit up immediately, and he was about to reach out to take it.

Zhang Jue's phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhang Jue pressed the answer button, and Yang Xue's voice came from inside: "Where have you been? Come back quickly, there are many fingerprints of Professor Acheson on this map, but the places with the most fingerprints are concentrated in Turkmenistan. Think he should have gone there!"

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Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, a paratrooper, who doesn't know what to name, etc. for your rewards.