I’m In Charge of SCP

In October 2221, that is, more than a year ago, Zhang Jue went to a small town called Cramingda in Meiguo, where all the residents were infected by an unknown virus.

Only later did he know that the virus was numbered 016 (intelligent microorganism), and that town was actually an entrance to 1351 (Mobius Cave).

The reason why the Bureau of Abnormal Biology attaches so much importance is because there is very important information in that hole—an MTF team from the future rushed over three years later.

And in the end, there seemed to be only two people left in that team.

One is the captain of the team, that is, Old Will Smith, and the other is the doctor that Old Smith saved.

Old Will Smith knew very little about the impending disaster, so all eyes were on the doctor—or rather, his notebook.

By chance.

Zhang Jue got it.

Then it was lost by chance.

He had seen the contents of it before, but could not read it.

The doctor used a special kind of writing, a kind of writing that had never appeared on the earth.

Zhang Jue's memory is still fresh.

Now, he finally met the person who used this kind of writing again.

It turned out to be an epidemic doctor.

This is what he didn't expect.

It would be great if the notebook wasn't destroyed, and the epidemic doctor can help to see what the doctor wrote on it.

At first Zhang Jue wanted to decipher that notebook, but now it seems that he is still too young, because the language used by the epidemic doctor cannot be deciphered by cryptography and language experts all over the world.

So the question is, why would the Ph.D. use it? Is it because he also had contact with epidemic doctors and learned this language?

Zhang Jue remained calm, thinking in his heart.

The epidemic doctor was discovered in the city of Montauban in southern France. According to the files, he was contained at site 19, site 17, and Area 225 successively. The scope of personnel has been reduced a lot.

As long as they have their information, Old Smith should be able to recognize the doctor.

In the video recorded by Smith, the doctor was lying down, so the Bureau of Abnormal Biology had not been able to find him. It seemed that this time he could locate the target one step ahead of the Bureau.

Although the doctor who found this timeline may not be of any use, but the other party was able to escape at the end of the day, there must be something extraordinary about it.

The epidemic doctor's current state was not quite right, Zhang Jue quietly left the room without alarming him.

After leaving the epidemic doctor's laboratory, he used his authority to call up the information of all the researchers related to the epidemic doctor in the first place.

Thinking of the time cost required to learn that complex language, another batch was eliminated, and only a dozen or so researchers were left to meet the requirements.

Zhang Jue sent their information to Old Smith.

Old Smith and Zhang Jue are not a simple subordinate-subordinate relationship, but more like a partnership created by trust.

Before Zhang Jue was taken away by the one-way ticket, he had asked him to help protect Yang Xue.

And after he returned, Old Smith disappeared again.

Even Zhang Jue didn't know where he went.

Twenty minutes later, he replied to Zhang Jue's message.

Only one sentence, concise and to the point.

There's no doctor in here.

No?

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment. Could it be that his thinking was wrong?

Within two minutes, Old Smith sent another message.

In the past two years, I have inquired about the information of most of the researchers of the Bureau of Abnormal Biology,

No trace of the doctor was found, and he may not have joined.

Haven't joined yet?

It's no wonder that even the Administration itself failed to find this person.

With just over a year until the end of the world, hasn't the Doctor joined?

Or is it because of the Butterfly Effect that he will no longer join the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures?

Zhang Jue smacked his lips. Since this line of thinking is not acceptable, he can only ask the epidemic doctor.

Seeing Zhang Jue go back and forth, the epidemic doctor stopped the experiment in hand and stared at him blankly.

Zhang Jue was so stared at by him, he thought that there was something wrong with this little angel.

After a while, the epidemic doctor asked, Does Consultant Zhang have anything to do with me?

Yes. Zhang Jue nodded bluntly, Do you have time now?

The epidemic doctor said: Speak.

Zhang Jue smiled and said, Can you tell me which language you used to record the experiment? I find it very interesting and I want to learn it.

He thought it was a common request, but the epidemic doctor shook his head: Consultant Zhang, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it.

Why?

Because we think differently.

Um?

The epidemic doctor turned to look at Zhang Jue, took out his notebook and put it on the table, and wrote a few paragraphs on it with a pen.

The language you use now, whether it is Chinese, English or other texts, is linear. This is related to your human way of thinking, because when you think, it is like this, from A to B, from B to C, and the script I use is different.

The epidemic doctor picked up the pen again, turned to a new page, and wrote in his own words.

Zhang Jue noticed that when writing that kind of text, the epidemic doctor wrote here and there in a chaotic manner, and finally formed a large block of symbols that were connected together.

It is indeed very different from the normal way of writing of human beings.

Because if one of the links is wrong, the subsequent strokes will not match.

It's like painting requires composition, but the epidemic doctor didn't have that kind of action at all.

To learn this language, you probably have to elevate your thinking to another dimension. Before writing, you have to think about the entire composition, because it affects the whole body. If there is a change in the middle, the workload will be geometric. If you take into account that the notebook has to turn pages, it is really impossible for a normal human brain to do it. No wonder the epidemic doctor said he couldn't learn it.

Zhang Jue frowned: But as far as I know, there are indeed humans who can use this language.

No. The epidemic doctor shook his head, Believe me, if he can use this language, it means that this person is definitely not an ordinary human being.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

Because the epidemic doctor's words seemed to remind him.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his head, but he couldn't catch it for the time being.

Okay. Zhang Jue shook his head resignedly, gave up the idea of ​​learning this language, and said, If I can draw some symbols in this language, can you translate them for me?

The epidemic doctor pondered for a moment, and said, Although it is very difficult, I can try it.

At that time in Mobius Cave, Zhang Jue tried to translate the notebook under the coercion of the Black Queen, but before he could start, he was interrupted by the giant snake.

However, he can still clearly remember that there are a few symbols in it, which appear very frequently, almost on every page, and must be very important information.

Zhang Jue dug out the appearance of the symbol from the hall of memory, and carefully drew it in his notebook.

I don't know whether Zhang Jue's drawing skills are too poor, or it is difficult to translate the text itself. The epidemic doctor studied the symbol for a long time before opening his mouth.

If I'm not mistaken, this symbol should mean 'flip'.

Flip?

Yes. The epidemic doctor nodded, It can be extended to all flip-related words, such as turning around, rolling over, or standing upside down.

Zhang Jue stared at the graphic and thought for a long time, then asked, Then can I understand 'it' as betrayal?

Of course. The epidemic doctor said.

...

After communicating with the epidemic doctor, Zhang Jue kept thinking.

The epidemic doctor's words seemed to open the door to a new world for him, reminding him of some other possibility.

He was about to write down his thoughts when there was a knock on the door.

It's Simmons.

This straight guy who can only program was holding a document in his hand and handed it to Zhang Jue.

Consultant Zhang, I might have to go to Mei Country.

What's wrong?

Zhang Jue took the document and found that it was a transfer order from the headquarters to transfer Simmons to Site 15 to work for a period of time.

In fact, this kind of personnel transfer is very common in the administration. Simmons was transferred in this way at the time, and Zhang Jue was still the deputy station manager, so there was no need to notify him at all.

But everyone who works at site14 knows that because of Zhang Jue's existence, this site is different from other places, and there is always a sense of separation from the headquarters.

The personnel appointment at the headquarters could not even be worth a word from Zhang Jue, so even after receiving the order, Simmons still came to ask Zhang Jue for instructions.

For Zhang Jue, Simmons is a rare talent.

Personally, he doesn't want to let go no matter what.

But he also knows that Simmons' ambition has always been to go to site 15 and manage those electronic and program-related anomalous projects, and it would be overkill to keep him at site 14.

Do you know why you were transferred? Zhang Jue asked.

Simmons shook his head.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, then called the headquarters.

On the other side of the phone, the operator heard Zhang Jue's voice and was very respectful. He seemed to have expected that he would call to inquire, so he immediately told him the reason for transferring Simmons - the website of the authority was hacked.

To be precise, the database of the co-authored novel website that the bureau put on the extranet to confuse public opinion was hacked.

At present, those bigwigs at site15 are still doing technical investigations and urgently need support.

Hearing the news, Zhang Jue couldn't help frowning.

A few days ago, Leshan just said that various countries would define these things as cults. Only a few days later, the database was hacked.

If it is a coincidence, he does not believe it.

But why would someone hack something like this?

Even if they remove all the databases and get some fake project data, what's the point?

Zhang Jue couldn't figure it out, but he was sensitive to the danger.

He handed the transfer order to Simmons.

You go. He paused, Be careful.

...

It has to be said that the organization MRW has indeed left a considerable shadow on Zhang Jue - it's not that Zhang Jue is so scared, it's just that their methods are unpredictable and unpredictable every time.

He is in the light, and the enemy is in the dark. This feeling of guarding against thieves for a thousand days makes people a little uncomfortable.

MRW hasn't been seen in months since his return.

But he knew very well that those people were not cowardly.

On the contrary, they are likely to be brewing a bigger conspiracy.

His current comfortable life is just the calm before the storm.

Many things happened recently, it is very likely that they are playing tricks outside.

Zhang Jue was thinking in his heart, when he could lure them out, it would be good to catch them all at once.

But he also knew that it was difficult. The other party was not a fool, and was even very good at using this kind of conspiracy. Ordinary traps would not work against them at all.

If you really want to lure them out, you have to pose a real threat to yourself, so that they feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it-but in this way, you will make trouble for yourself and make him look like a fool, which is really a dilemma.

In this way, Zhang Jue jumped back and forth between make some trouble for yourself and lure the snake out of the hole and it's nice to lie at home, and wait for work with ease, and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

After two days like this, he realized that he didn't have to worry about this matter at all.

Because reality doesn't give him a choice at all.

On this day, he was scrolling through short videos bored.

A very special music suddenly came out of the pocket, accompanied by buzzing and vibrations, which made him tremble.

Because that's a special phone that O5-1 gave him.

The last time he came back from another world, O5-1 just sent a text message.

This time, he actually called directly, and Zhang Jue felt a bad feeling in his heart.

He quickly pressed the answer button.

Hello?

It's me. O5-1's processed voice came, and Zhang Jue could hear that she seemed a little tired.

Ah, I know, talk about something.

Help me go to site135. She said.

Okay, no problem. Zhang Jue said casually as usual, Did something happen there?

Site 135... O5-1 paused, The nuclear bomb went off.

...

Make a point of complaining, if you don't want to read it, you can fork it out.

The new book is double-published, and many bigwigs are worried that the old book will be eunuchs. The author is here to make a guarantee, it will not.

I will write the ending according to the established outline, but because of my limited level, I won't say any adjectives like perfect.

It's a new book, I don't know if it will be cut in half because of poor grades, and I dare not plant the flag.

The reason for the double release is firstly to earn some extra money, and secondly to attract and drain old books. After all, old books have been restricted because of their subject matter, and I am also very helpless.

But what I didn't expect was that in addition to some familiar bigwigs, there were also some readers who supported me on other sites.

In fact, pirated versions, everyone has seen them, and everyone has times when money is tight, so it's not shabby.

But if you look at pirated editions, it’s fine if you don’t support me when I release a new book.

I still have free income from the QQ browser, why are you spraying here with the title of a trainee?

If you are not optimistic about it, how can I make money if you are optimistic about it?

These words should have been put in this chapter or opened a separate chapter, I am afraid you will not see it.

I deleted two items, but I still feel upset, so I came here to have a positive confrontation with you guys.

The general environment is like this, and I am not a map gun. Even if you come to urge an update or join a group, I will recognize you as my reader.

Not only is it discouraged, but it’s also specially designed to create a wave of author’s mentality. I code until three or four o’clock in the morning every day, and this is what I get in exchange?

Really convinced.

Finally, this paragraph of text will probably incur a fee of one or two cents. Once again, I would like to say sorry to all subscribers, and there will be more free words in subsequent chapters.

Everyone, please collect and vote to encourage new books, thank you.