I’m In Charge of SCP

The clock struck twelve midnight.

Huge spiritual power radiated from the seven red moons.

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

He felt a severe blow to his head.

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

He gritted his teeth in pain, almost screamed, almost fainted, and managed to stabilize his body.

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

But aside from his own suffering, the world seemed little changed.

He looked down from the top of the building. Although it was midnight, he could still see a few passers-by walking in the community, and he could hear their voices. There seemed to be no abnormality in everyone.

? ? ?

What's happening here?

Zhang Jue could hardly believe his eyes, he immediately drove down from the roof.

Twenty minutes later, he confirmed the situation.

Nothing really changed.

The people around were normal, they didn't even notice that the moon had turned red.

Zhang Jue browsed the Internet, and the forum was as usual, and everyone was discussing the matter of Tebukaupu's resignation.

As far as the timeline of this world is concerned, this incident just happened not long ago.

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

Zhang Jue looked up at the seven red moons, what was that? The "doomsday" tailored for yourself that others can't see?

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

"Apart from this, is there anything wrong with the color? What about the quantity?"

"The color of the moon? Quantity?" After listening to Zhang Jue's words, Zhang Mingliang's wine instantly woke up halfway, "I said Feng Zi, what happened to you tonight, do you want my buddy to accompany you to see the doctor tomorrow."

"Fuck off." Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue could finally be sure that only himself could see the abnormality of the moon, and it had no effect on others at all.

Yes, he was the one who crossed before, and this world became the end of the world.

Now he's back, everyone is fine, he's hit.

Fortunately, there are no side effects so far.

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

So I inquired about the three letters with Zhang Mingliang.

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

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

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

Of course, there are also some classmates who are unwilling to read other people's works, so they also write some things themselves, just like most of the current web writers.

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

Of course, someone who can reach the level of "circulation" shows that the level of writing is good. Although the writing is quite immature from the current point of view, it seems to be quite good among people of the same age.

Zhang Jue's father is a "third-rate" mystery novel 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, he would not refuse.

Among them is a brown notebook.

Because it was too long, he couldn't remember the specific content, but he still vaguely remembered that on the title page of that notebook, three large subtitles - MRW were written with a scarlet ballpoint pen.

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

The only certainty is that he borrowed it from a classmate next door.

This is very important information.

Zhang Jue immediately set the scope to a 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 the list of high school classmates about ten years ago.

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

Because he has his own dog legs in a certain bureau.

To ask why he can have dog legs in the game is actually very simple.

It is to pretend to be a stray woman, send something that will be harmonious through the published phone number and the other party's WeChat, as long as the other party takes the bait and reply, this is done - of course, he also learned this skill from his father.

As long as it's not too much, the dog leg will help him do it well.

In fact, before he entered junior high school and high school, he had already controlled the situation in the school through doglegs, and divided some people from the Anti-Fanzi 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 more than two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Zhang Jue was naturally unable to fall asleep, and tossed and turned on the bed.

Every time I come back suddenly like this, I don't know what the world is like over there.

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

He boiled a bowl of noodles for himself and added an egg, and it was time for the work unit to go to work, no matter how busy he was.

Zhang Jue dialed his dog's phone.

The dog is very sensitive to Zhang Jue's voice. After confirming that it is him, he lowered his voice: "What are you doing? 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 and blackmail me? You know very well that for so many years, I didn't care. You want to pay a penny, but it's our chat records, and photos, I can save a lot-"

"Okay, okay! 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 an eternal hatred. If he was given another chance, he would probably never give it again. Zhang Jue posted a photo of himself.

"Get me a personal file of independent high school students ten years ago. There is no detailed file, but a roster is fine."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"If you ask again, I'll 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 photo."

"Okay, I've served you—"

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

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

Thanks to God, the student data at that time had been added to the electronic archive. If it was still that old file, Zhang Jue would also have some headaches.

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

Some familiar names come into view.

After not seeing them for ten years, Zhang Jue couldn't recall their appearance, but it always brought 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 "prime" or "trigger" to trigger.

This list does just that.

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

Their personalities and how they behave in the world all clearly emerge in Zhang Jue's mind, exactly the same.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and felt as if he was back in high school.

...

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

"Who wrote that stuff, feed the dog."

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

"In that lineup, my grandmother can come back with a ring."

"Cut—then your grandma has good legs—"

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

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

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

This time-travel is too much of a joke.

Eyes closed and opened, time, place, characters, all changed.

Zhang Jue sat in his seat with a copy of "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation" in front of him. On the blackboard, the teacher hadn't had time to finish the topic in the previous class.

Needless to say, this must be high school.

Before Zhang Jue had time to say a few words to these classmates whom he had not seen for many years, he heard someone shouting from outside, "Feng Zi, come out, we want to fight you one-on-one!"

Zhang Jue glanced out the window and recognized who the tall man was—one of the small leaders of the many anti-fengzi 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 lines had already been disintegrated by him. This tall man must not know that half of his many younger brothers are from Zhang Jue.

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 while.

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

"Hey, do you think that something is wrong with Feng Zi today?" said a female classmate.

"He's not like a lunatic one day." Her tablemate complained.

"No, don't you think he looked so handsome just now, like Song Zhongji?"

"anthomaniac."

Zhang Jue went straight to the teacher's office.

He crossed over, not to re-read high school, go to college, and then go to the pinnacle of life.

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

Seeing Zhang Jue appearing at the door, everyone felt like a great enemy.

Zhang Jue's "notoriety" is not only widely circulated among the classmates, but also heard by 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 was not red or his heart was beating.

Teacher Liu, the head teacher, was taken aback by what he said. There were no one hundred or eighty novels that he confiscated. He didn't know which one Zhang Jue wanted.

Since entering the office, Zhang Jue's eyes have been locked on the brown notebook.

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

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

Although the body has become immature, but after so many earth-shattering events, even he has become a god, Zhang Jue's momentum has become different when he raises his hands and feet.

No need for him to deliberately distribute it, and the people around him can quickly feel it.

Zhang Jue was walking on the school's Yong Road, but no one dared to stand in front of him, and all of them involuntarily made way for him.

Zhang Jue found a quiet place, opened the notebook, and looked at the three letters written in red on the title page, Zhang Jue couldn't help frowning.

The stroke of the brush is exactly the same as the tattoos on Yu Hongbo and the painter.

He was already certain that the two were the same thing.

He did not rush to find the author, but sat aside and began to read carefully.

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

The main story is about an ancient god, who was sealed in a stone statue for many years, and then was accidentally released by a young man with eyes higher than the top, to bring disaster to the world.

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

You can read characters 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 this extent, Zhang Jue can almost determine his goal.

The classmate of the liberal arts class next door, Ma Ruowen.

MRW, it is the initials of his name.

Zhang Jue knew this Ma Ruowen, or in other words, the whole grade knew him.

He came from a poor family, still wearing a single shirt in winter, and then being stripped of his pants by a group of bad boys and thrown into a snowdrift.

Although Zhang Jue has a weird and weird personality~www.readwn.com~ cynical, but he has never been a bully.

On the contrary, he is strongly opposed to school bullying.

Otherwise, Zhang Mingliang would not be saved.

It was he who helped Ma Ruowen up at that time.

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

If Ma Ruowen is really related to this MRW - or, he is the leader of the MRW organization, why did he kill himself?

Zhang Jue was bowing his head in thought, when he saw a pair of worn canvas shoes appear in front of him.

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

"Classmate, can you give me the notebook back?"

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