I’m In Charge of SCP

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October 18, 2224.

This is destined to be a day that will be recorded in history.

According to the management's calculations, the catastrophe should have happened around this time.

There is some discrepancy between this and the time when the old Smith video was recorded.

On that timeline, October 18th, the end has been happening for a while.

But because of the butterfly effect, the world will definitely undergo some changes. The Authority simulated a large number of mathematical models through supercomputers, and finally fixed the time on this day.

But predicting such things is simply nonsense-human beings can't even accurately predict the weather a week later.

In the early morning of October 18, the sun rose as usual, no different from before.

For ordinary people, it's just another ordinary morning.

Jiangzhou Beihu Park, a group of old men and women who get up early are exercising in the square inside.

There are those who play badminton, those who practice Tai Chi, and those who even skip rope, and so on.

"Hey, old Yang, why are you regretting the game again? This is not okay."

"I'm not regretting this move, I just want to try if I made another move in the last move, will there be a different result."

"Also said it's not a regret game, I'll remember that for you, you have regretted this game three times, no way!"

"Hey, that's all right, all right, can't I admit defeat?"

"That's about the same."

The two old men exchanged a few words like children, and then rearranged the chess pieces.

Lao Wang made a head start and asked, "Hey, Lao Yang, when will that girl of your family come back?"

Yang Wenbo picked up his horse and looked at the old man opposite him warily: "What do you want?"

"It's not what I want to do. I remember that she is not young. She is not married yet. I have a nephew. I think they are a good match."

"Hey, it's not that I look down on you. What good genes does your old Wang family have? That nephew of yours is definitely not very good - my daughter has a double master's degree, you know how talented she is, and she has a boyfriend. She is a consultant for a large international company , not much better than your nephew."

"She's so nice. I don't want to redecorate your little dilapidated house. Look at how old it is."

"She wanted to take me to their company two days ago, but I didn't go."

"Just brag and you will!"

The two of them have a sentence, and they don't delay talking when playing chess.

Not long after, Old Wang was taken aback suddenly, and pointed behind Yang Wenbai.

"Hey, Lao Yang, take a look, is that the girl from your family?"

Yang Wenbo looked back, his face immediately beamed with joy, and he threw the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard without hesitation.

"Old Wang, I have to go back, hehe."

"Then you've lost this round."

"Ok, Ok."

At this time, Yang Xue also noticed Yang Wenbai's figure, and helped him walk all the way home.

Ten minutes later, the two returned home.

Yang Wenbai pressed Yang Xue on the sofa: "Xue'er, wait a minute, uncle will make you prawns, I bought them yesterday, they are really big."

Yang Xue shook her head: "Uncle, how do you think about what I told you, come with me."

Yang Wenbo shook his head: "Xue'er, it's not that Uncle doesn't want to go to the safe place you said, Uncle is used to being here, even if he dies, he wants to die here."

Yang Xue sighed.

Yang Wenbai smiled: "Xue'er, you are doing big things, you don't have to worry about me being a bad old man, I'll just stay here, it's good."

Yang Xue was a little surprised, she looked at Yang Wenbo: "Uncle, did you remember something?"

Yang Wenbai shook his head with a smile, took out an old notebook from the interlayer of the TV cabinet, and handed it to Yang Xue: "Xue'er, uncle has already made a mistake once, and I don't want to make a second mistake."

Yang Wenbo is not a fool, although his memory has been reset,

But as a webmaster for so many years, the cautious character formed has always been there.

He found a notebook in a dark compartment at home, which recorded some things in vague language.

Combined with some unreasonable places in his memory, he deduced his past.

Also know that this world is not as simple and safe as it seems.

However, since he had already taken the blame and resigned, no matter how he considered it, it was better to continue to be an ordinary person than to go back.

Yang Xue looked at her uncle and nodded silently.

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at the same time.

In an unknown small village in the countryside of Jiangzhou.

A man with only half of his face came to a grave without a tombstone.

He trimmed the weeds in front of the grave with the dagger he carried with him.

Open and close, casually thrown aside.

He knew that the people inside didn't care about these things.

After finishing these, he took out the roast chicken and rice wine from his backpack and placed them in front of the grave.

Finally, he lit a Hongtashan, inserted it into the soil, and lit one himself.

After a while, another person came to the grave.

Wearing a blue gown, you can tell from the material that it must be expensive.

In the past few years, no matter where he went, people from country C flocked to him—it was Fang Tianlong, the master of Chinese martial arts who had an appointment with boxing champion Harrison two years ago.

Fang Tianlong and Mr. Chen are from the same school, and they can be regarded as Mr. Chen's younger brother, but the relationship between the two is not good. After Mr. Chen passed away, he would come to pay respects every year.

When he saw Guan Peng, he was slightly taken aback.

After burning three sticks of incense for Mr. Chen, Fang Tianlong looked at Guan Peng who was sitting on a stump beside him.

"I heard that you work as a security guard for a pharmaceutical company."

"yes."

"Come to the capital, I'll find you some work, it's more decent than you are now, and then find a wife, and you must stay behind."

Guan Peng took a puff of cigarette and said, "Thank you, but with my appearance, I won't harm other people's homes. I don't have to worry about eating and drinking here, which is very good."

Fang Tianlong frowned: "Nothing."

"I can't help it, it's just this temperament, I can't change it." Guan Peng smiled.

At this time, a member of the Hongying team ran up from the bottom of the mountain.

He glanced at Fang Tianlong who was standing aside, walked to Guan Peng, and whispered, "Captain, the last batch of supplies has been purchased."

Guan Peng nodded, he stood up and patted his butt, and said the last word to Fang Tianlong before leaving.

"Uncle, if you believe me, just listen to my advice, don't walk around outside these two days."

Fang Tianlong looked at his back and frowned slightly.

Is that rumor true?

...

I don't know when such a legend began to circulate.

In 2224, mankind will once again face a huge catastrophe.

Although the government department has not made it clear, since the beginning of the year, it has begun to restrict everyone's travel under the pretext of the epidemic.

The gossip reaches its peak when the sky turns red.

Since then, it has become a talking point for everyone.

Just like the original 2012.

Everyone knew about this matter, and they talked about it well, but it seemed that no one took it seriously.

It is impossible for the government to force its people to do anything, otherwise it will only cause greater panic.

In the afternoon, both Yang Xue and Guan Peng returned to site 14 from the outside, and the gate of the site was completely closed.

Within a radius of one kilometer outside the site, all defensive magic circles were activated.

The employees on the site also stopped their work and sat in the office, staring blankly at the sky outside.

The sky is so blue and the sun is so bright.

Who would have thought that the legendary doomsday would come soon.

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In the afternoon, the sky gradually turned cloudy, and a large cloud covered the sky from afar.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the wind howled.

After a while, heavy rain fell from the sky like pouring.

Thunder and lightning.

If Zhang Jue were here, he would have shouted loudly, "Which fellow Taoist is going through the tribulation here?"

A holding room in site14.

166 curled up in a corner, his body trembling constantly.

Yang Xue who was notified rushed over from the office.

"What's wrong?" She knelt beside 166's bed and asked softly.

166's hands are wrapped around his knees, and his long golden hair like a waterfall is scattered on his back.

"Sister Yang Xue, I'm afraid."

Yang Xue held her hand: "Don't be afraid, my sister is here."

166 hummed lightly: "Sister, hasn't he come back yet?"

In the mouth 166, besides Zhang Jue, he is not the second person to think about.

Yang Xue's eyes dimmed for a moment, but disappeared in a flash: "Don't worry, he will be back soon."

166 looked at her expectantly: "Sister, is it true?"

Yang Xue nodded: "Really, my sister won't lie to you."

166's condition improved a bit, she was silent for a moment, and said, "Sister, last night, I dreamed about my mother."

"What?"

Yang Xue was shocked.

Zhang Jue once told her that 166's mother was not an ordinary creature.

At this sensitive time, 166 actually dreamed of her, this is definitely not a coincidence.

Yang Xue stabilized her mind and asked gently: "Did she say anything to you?"

166 bit his lip, shook his head, tears rolled in his eyes: "She told me a lot, but when I woke up, I didn't remember a single word."

Yang Xue was taken aback for a moment, then sighed.

She reached out and hugged 166 in her arms: "My good sister, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, my sister will definitely protect your safety."

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This is the heaviest rain in Jiangzhou's history.

The rainfall in one hour reached 200.9 mm, breaking the 100-year historical record since the establishment of the Jiangzhou Meteorological Station.

The time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.

The wind and rain outside have lessened, but Jiangzhou has already experienced serious waterlogging.

However, Site14 had early warning of this situation, and the various drainage systems had been remodeled a year ago, so the problem was not serious.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the wind and rain have completely stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky are still thick.

The sky has completely darkened, the stars, the moon, nothing can be seen.

Yang Xue received a call from Smith of site336. He saw the news and knew that Jiangzhou had encountered heavy rainfall, and was worried that there might be a problem here.

Although he is in the distant Lop Nur, he is also very concerned about the situation here.

But Yang Xue's tone was a little cold: "Captain Smith, your duty is to protect site336. You don't need to worry about other things. Even if site14 falls, you can't leave there."

"Yes." Smith nodded, knowing that this was the most correct choice.

eight pm.

Yang Xue stood alone on the roof of Site 14.

This is where Zhang Jue likes to stand.

Later she got into the habit too.

No matter what problem you have, it seems that if you stay here for a while, it will be solved.

She leaned on the railing and watched from a distance.

Looking at the dots of lights in Jiangzhou City in the distance.

After a while, footsteps sounded behind him.

Guan Peng, who was wearing a raincoat, came over.

"All the stagnant water in the site has been cleaned up, flooding two equipment, but the problem is not serious, but if there is such a large amount of precipitation at night, we can't guarantee safety."

Yang Xue nodded, but did not speak.

Guan Peng looked at her back and suddenly felt distressed.

He and Yang Wenbai are good friends. In fact, they watched Yang Xue grow up and then joined the administration all the way.

Three years ago, she was still a frail little girl, but now, her shoulders have carried the lives of countless people.

Yang Xue looked at the dark night sky in the distance, and suddenly said: "Uncle Guan, tell me, what is the purpose of human life?"

Guan Peng thought for a while and said, "In order to let the people we care about live better."

Guan Peng's words were very simple, and he didn't force his way up.

Because most people would be pretty good if they could do that.

Guan Peng didn't know, but Yang Xue had asked Zhang Jue the same question more than once.

But he is very cunning and refuses to answer directly every time.

Another time, probably because she was annoyed by Yang Xue's questioning, she simply broke the jar and said, "I don't know why other people live, but I live to make myself happy, of course."

Extreme egoism is indeed something Zhang Jue would say.

But Yang Xue shook her head, because Zhang Jue's words and deeds were inconsistent.

Obviously many times, he was on the verge of life and death, just to save more people.

He and Guan Peng are actually the same kind of people.

As Le Shui said, they all have a soft heart.

If it is a little more "great", the scope of "people who care" can be expanded.

The so-called poor is good for one's own body, and the rich is for the world, that's it.

The time came to half past eleven.

In the distant sky, there was a thunderclap.

The second rainstorm seems to be coming soon.

All over the world, something big or small is happening.

The heads of some small countries have signed directives to start cracking down on some high-tech companies in their countries.

Along the Atlantic coast, the screen of site 15, 079 (old AI) suddenly lit up.

Near the Euphrates River, the gatekeeper looked at the ants-like humans in front of him, and turned them into ashes with a sword.

In the center of the Pacific Ocean, the core energy source of the city of gears completely failed, and all machinery lost power in an instant.

On the Antarctic permafrost, a large number of humanoid machines spewed out from the headquarters of the mixed branch, mighty and mighty.

Area136, Grandpa 682 roared in the petri dish filled with hydrochloric acid.

Area25, Abel kicked the coffin board away.

At site 17, Shirley slowly opened her eyes.

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