I’m In Charge of SCP

In fact, the project Zhang Jue encountered was 3150, which is a spatial anomaly located in the Karakum Desert in Turkmenistan, and it is not particularly famous.

In the documents that Zhang Jue has read, this place has been developed and used by the Administration.

And in this world, it hasn't been discovered by the Authority.

The owner of this inn is a "good guy" who will help people who come here to solve their problems.

Of course, he can't do everything.

Holding a photo of Dr. Acheson, Zhang Jue asked, "This man has been here before, you know his whereabouts, right?"

The boss glanced at Zhang Jue again and sighed: "I know he is there, I sent him there with my own hands, but I advise you not to look for him, because that place is very special, people who don't belong there went to , I’m afraid there will be no return.”

"So mysterious? Is it true?" Zhang Jue snorted, "Brother, can I trust you?"

"Of course." The boss smiled and said, "Because I used to be a light seeker just like you."

"A seeker of light?"

It was the first time Zhang Jue had heard such a title.

The boss nodded: "Yes, the seeker of light - that doctor is also, but not now."

Zhang Jue looked at the boss up and down, and frowned slightly: "The seekers of light, are you talking about people from the Administration? You used to be the same?"

The boss shook his head: "No, that means a lot. I don't really want to discuss those dark days with you. Regardless of the past, I am standing here now. This is what I am grateful for. What I have done is that those explorers what I've been doing to protect the world."

Zhang Jue snorted, and said disdainfully, "Now all cats and dogs dare to say that they are protecting the world, buddy, please stop joking."

The boss didn't know that this was Zhang Jue's aggressive method, so he sighed.

"Sir, I know you don't believe it, but this place, in addition to being an inn, was once a battlefield, a place where broken alliances and mysterious forces fought hard. I have always fought it, but I have never Victory, till the end, all I have is this old broken inn. I have moved this inn away from time itself, where we will all be remembered, and here is the testament of the world, where all things go In the future, it will remain forever."

"In this inn at the end of the world, we will all be remembered forever.

This is just a stop on the way to truth for all, a stop that is always there when it is needed. In the end, I will always be here to help those seekers of truth, seekers of truth, and seekers of light like you and me. "

The innkeeper said a lot of obscure words, and Zhang Jue felt a little headache when he heard them. The only words he remembered were the words broken alliance and mysterious power.

What is certain is that there must be a huge secret hidden here. If there is a chance, Yang Xue can come in, but now, he doesn't have that time.

"Okay, my dear boss." Zhang Jue waved his hand to interrupt him, "I know it's not easy for you, but I think our conversation should come to an end, I have to go after that doctor now, if You can show kindness and send me to the place where he is, and I must thank your eight generations of ancestors."

The boss said: "That's really a pity, sir, are you sure you want to do that, it's really dangerous there, it may be different from all the places you've been to in the past."

different? That's because you don't know what Lao Tzu has experienced.

Zhang Jue waved his hand impatiently: "Stop gossiping, hurry up."

"Okay." The innkeeper clasped his hands together, "Then I'm sorry."

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Jue felt his world spinning.

The scene in front of him began to be fragmented, his brain became more and more dull, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jue opened his eyes again. He was no longer in the hotel, and his eyes were gray.

He collected himself, only to realize that he was lying on a hillside, and that gray patch turned out to be the sky in the distance.

Zhang Jue rubbed his sore neck, wondering how long he had been lying down.

This is where?

Have you reached the dangerous place that the innkeeper said?

He took from his pocket the compass he had used while crossing the desert.

Then I found that the hands were spinning wildly on the dial.

Although it is useless, he can already be sure that this place is definitely not on the earth.

It is estimated that it is in another space.

For this situation, he was no stranger to it, patted his butt, and was going to find Dr. Acheson.

At this moment, he was halfway up a mountain, with a wide field of vision, but the surrounding area was gray, so he couldn't see too far.

Standing on tiptoe, he looked far into the distance, and finally at the end of his line of sight, he found a vague shadow similar to a building.

It looks like a few tents.

Zhang Jue planned to go and have a look.

Wang Shan ran dead horse, and from the hillside, those tents were not far away from him, but actually walking, it took him half an hour to reach those tents.

The tent is not made of canvas, but is built with branches as a skeleton, mixed with some straw and soil, and it seems that the technology is still relatively backward.

Dozens of tents are held together by an oversized fence, and the remains of some fortifications can still be seen around.

Above each tent was a flag that didn't look like cloth, but probably some kind of fish skin.

There are weird symbols painted on the flag, and the shape looks like "3" in Roman numerals. There is a huge stone sculpture standing at the gate, which looks like some kind of symbolic totem.

This should be an ancient tribe, Zhang Jue guessed.

"Hello, anyone?" he stood outside the tribe's gate and called into it, but no one answered him.

He shouted again in English.

Still no response.

He clearly smelled the aroma of rice just now, but where did everyone go?

Could it be that he felt ashamed of himself after seeing his wise and mighty appearance?

Zhang Jue couldn't care too much, and walked in through the gate.

The tents here are all arranged in a specific direction, similar to the five elements and eight trigrams, but with a little difference.

Zhang Jue got a little lost not long after he walked in, but fortunately, the area here is not large.

If it is doubled, it will probably be a little troublesome.

Zhang Jue walked around, but still saw no one.

He walked towards the center of the entire formation, which was also the largest tent.

This tent is obviously different from other tents.

If this place is really a tribe, the chief must have lived in this tent, maybe we can find some clues.

Zhang Jue was about to enter the tent when he suddenly heard very dense footsteps from around him.

Immediately afterwards, there were some ventriloquist sounds such as "Ulala" and "Kualala".

Countless dark-bodied villagers came out of tents in all directions and surrounded him.

It turned out that all these villagers were hiding, just waiting for him to enter here and come to catch a turtle in an urn.

Probably regarded him as an invading enemy.

The villagers held all kinds of weapons in their hands, including sticks, spears, bows and arrows, machine guns...

Wait, there seems to be something weird mixed in.

Zhang Jue rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken. Among the many outdated cold weapons, there was a person who pointed a machine gun at him.

He took a closer look and found that there were not only machine guns, but also someone holding a rocket launcher.

Did you make a mistake!

Zhang Jue didn't know how to complain.

Judging from the buildings and the clothes of these villagers, it is obvious that this place is in a backward barbaric era. It is not clear whether they have broken away from the matriarchal society.

He couldn't imagine the scene where these villagers, whose clothes were even made of animal skins, were shooting at the enemy with machine guns.

In such a background of the times, isn't it invincible?

While drinking blood, he held his gun and shouted loudly: "Kill you son of a bitch!!!"

Don't say it, it's a little exciting.

Zhang Jue thought so much because he didn't regard the villagers in front of him as a threat.

Although the innkeeper said that there was danger here, it certainly did not come from these villagers.

Not to mention that what they took was just an ordinary submachine gun rocket launcher.

Even if Zhang Jue was shot at with an anti-tank gun, it would not be able to break through the defense.

But these villagers don't think so.

They thought they had controlled Zhang Jue, and a young woman came forward from behind the crowd. She was good-looking, but her complexion was darker.

She looked at Zhang Jue warily and asked, "Who are you? Are you sent by the four tribes?"

What the hell is the Four Tribes?

It's too hasty to even have a tribe with this name.

Zhang Jue complained a few more words in his heart, guessing that the two tribes should be hostile.

Zhang Jue looked at her, shook his head and said, "I don't know what the four tribes you're talking about, and I'm not one of them. I just got lost and came here by accident."

The woman looked at Zhang Jue, obviously not believing what he said.

"Rahan, Kuzan, you two strip him naked and lock him up!"

"yes!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, two strong men walked towards Zhang Jue.

It seemed that he really planned to strip him naked and throw him into a small dark room.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Jue shouted hastily.

"What? Admit it?" The woman snorted, "Then tell me, what did the four tribes send you here for? Judging by your skin color, you don't look like them.\

,""No, no, I told you, I'm not from the four tribes, but if you don't believe me, I have to find a way to prove it."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said, the woman frowned: "What method?"

"That's it!"

As Zhang Jue said, his figure disappeared from the center of the encirclement in full view.

However, before the woman and other villagers reacted, he returned to his original position.

It's just that a lot of things are sandwiched between the two arms and the body.

He threw everything on the ground with a clatter, and the woman looked intently, and it turned out to be some spears, bows and arrows.

Only then did she realize that the bow and arrows on her back were gone.

In just a few breaths, the man in front of him put all the weapons together. How did he do it?

Zhang Jue clapped his hands: "I think we can have a good talk now."

"Delusion! We never negotiate with the enemy!"

The woman didn't intend to give Zhang Jue a chance to speak at all, and said to everyone: "Everyone, go up together and catch this intruder!"

"Roar!!"

Everyone responded to her with roars.

Zhang Jue wanted to use this method to tell them that he was very strong and that they were not opponents at all, but he did not expect that these people's brain circuits were completely different from ordinary people. When encountering a strong enemy, they wanted to eliminate them at all costs .

Heh, what should I do when I meet a group of lunatics.

If they really fight with them, even if they were not enemies before, they are now.

Zhang Jue was about to use fear projection to knock them down when he heard the voice of an old man from the huge tent behind him.

"Usana, stop it."

The old man's voice was very soft, but it fell clearly in everyone's ears.

Usana had to issue an order to everyone: "Everyone stop!"

These villagers actually gave up their attacks on him, so Zhang Jue also put down his hands, intending to see what they were going to do.

The woman named Usana came to the door of the largest tent, bowed and asked, "Father Edward, what do you want us to do with him?"

An old voice came from inside: "You don't need to do anything, just let him in."

"yes!"

Although the woman didn't like Zhang Jue, she could only make way for others and said to Zhang Jue, "Our chief wants to see you."

Zhang Jue really wanted to tell me who he was, and he would see me whenever he wanted to, without asking if I had a date.

But the brain circuits of these people were rather strange, Zhang Jue still didn't dare to say it, and walked into the biggest tent honestly.

The curtain over the door was thick, probably made of the fur of some large animal.

Zhang Jue picked it up and walked in.

Although the tent is large, the furnishings inside are very simple.

An old man with white beard and white hair was sitting on the futon, reading a book in his hand.

When I got closer, I realized that the title of the book was actually "Chess from Beginner to Master".

That strong sense of disobedience once again gave Zhang Jue the urge to complain.

Hearing Zhang Jue's footsteps, the old man closed the book and put it aside.

"You're here." He said gently.

"Yes, I'm here." Zhang Jue said loudly, "Old man, you seem to know me?"

"No, I don't know you, but I have a hunch you're here to help us."

Zhang Jue really wanted to say that I don't have that much time to spare, but he still smiled and said, "Old man, is there any problem with your tribe?"

The old man nodded: "Young man, as you can see, my tribe is being invaded by other tribes."

"So that's the case." Zhang Jue nodded perfunctorily, "Is that the Four Tribes, they took away a lot of your land?"

"It's them." The old man sighed, "But what they took away was not land, but time. They took away more than a hundred years of our time."

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Thanks to Mr. Qin Zhidao for the reward.