I’m In Charge of SCP

It was foggy.

Zhang Jue knew that he had returned to his own world again.

Unlike before, this time he came back at night.

The location is still unclear—he looked around, and there was a farm about 200 meters away from him.

At this moment, he is stepping on the plowed field.

Good guy, I can't even see anyone this time.

Zhang Jue came to the farm with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

The farmhouse didn't turn on the lights. I don't know if there was no one inside, or because those people became abnormal and didn't turn on the lights.

Kind of like a haunted house in a horror movie.

However, Zhang Jue was not very sensitive to these things by nature. He looked around, and then entered the farm yard.

There was a switch at the gate of the yard. He tried to press it, and the light hanging on the gate turned on.

There is a large machine in the yard. There are several English letters printed on the fuselage, probably the abbreviation of its manufacturer.

The cover of the engine has been opened, and black oil stains are scattered all over the place. It is estimated that its owner was still repairing it not long ago.

The mailbox at the door of the farmhouse says JAMES, which must be the name of the farm owner, so this is the west of Meiguo?

hello? Is anyone here? (Is anyone here?)

Zhang Jue fuck| shouted in broken English.

Obviously, no one will answer him.

Zhang Jue shrugged and continued to look for clues.

In the corner of the yard, he saw a toolbox. For some reason, a wrench broke off.

Zhang Jue weighed the half wrench in his hand, and found that it was very handy as a weapon.

He walked around the yard twice, but found no valuable clues.

Then he looked towards the farmhouse door.

Go in and have a look?

Exploring the feeling of a horror game is so fucking exciting.

Zhang Jue chuckled, and pushed his hand towards the door of the farmhouse—it couldn't be pushed.

You ungrateful animal.

With a dark face, Zhang Jue kicked hard, and the wooden door, which was originally not very strong, was kicked right through.

He snorted, took his foot out of the hole, put his hand in, and opened the door from the inside—it seemed that the door was not completely locked.

The farmhouse is a small two-story building, with a kitchen, living room and bathroom on the first floor, and two bedrooms on the second floor.

Zhang Jue whistled and explored from room to room.

Five minutes later, he confirmed that there was no one in the entire farmhouse—normal or abnormal.

Looking at the wrench in his hand, Zhang Jue thought that the farmer probably went out to do some errands and never came back.

Zhang Jue checked each room again, and found a sticky note on the refrigerator door.

David, I have to go to the town to buy some tools, if you come back, do not games with my computer! (David, I have to go to the town to buy some tools, if you come back first, do not use my computer computer to play games!)

There should be a father and son living in this farmhouse, and it seems that they are not very harmonious.

Boys, it's nothing to play games for a while, but...there is a computer here?

During the first round of searching, he only cared about whether there were people in the room, and didn't pay much attention to the furnishings.

He never expected that there would be a computer in such a farmhouse far away from the urban area, and according to the father's tone, he should be able to play games.

Zhang Jue rubbed his hands.

It's not that his hands are itchy and he wants to play games, he just simply wants to surf the Internet.

If there is even the slightest possibility that he can know what happened to his world,

The Internet is definitely the fastest way.

He came to the first room upstairs.

It was obvious that this was my father's room, because the ashtray was almost overflowing with cigarette butts.

If this was a child's room, he would probably be beaten to the point of being unable to take care of himself.

Zhang Jue turned on the power of the computer. After ten seconds, he entered the login interface and needed to enter a password.

Without thinking about it, he directly entered 123456, but this time, he failed.

Obviously, not everyone's password is the same.

In order to prevent his son from secretly playing with his computer, the father obviously would not set such a simple password.

What could it be?

Birthday?

Probably not, it's still the same reason, if he wanted to guard against his son, he wouldn't use something both of them knew as a password.

Zhang Jue looked around, but there seemed to be no valuable clues in the room.

He stood by the window and looked out of the window, and the broken harvester came into view.

I|Grass, it can’t be this.

Zhang Jue returned to the chair and entered a few letters on the harvester body.

The password is correct.

Tsk, I really am a genius.

Zhang Jue thought shamelessly.

He opened the browser, set the language to Chinese, and entered the forum.

Unlike the previous situation of finding a living person, this time, he mainly focused on the news section, focusing on those self-media.

Official news needs to go through multiple audits, and the timeliness usually lags behind. In order to attract attention, if something unusual happens in the self-media, they will definitely expose it as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Zhang Jue found an unusual post.

Posted on Feb 1, 2221, 23:57:55.

That is, two minutes before the accident.

Its title is Red Moon.

red moon?

You have read too many fucking novels, can you be a little creative?

While complaining, Zhang Jue clicked in very fragrantly.

What caught my eye was a picture of a big moon, which was indeed red.

There are several irrelevant replies below.

It's all a joke.

But Zhang Jue instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this matter.

So he searched with Red Moon as a keyword, and found many similar posts.

The time is around 23:58 on February 1st.

Because the time since the accident was too short, there were basically few replies.

Then, it is basically certain that the reason why his world became like this is most likely due to the influence of the red moon.

Thinking this way, Zhang Jue mechanically opened the posts one by one.

When he saw the content of the last post, he almost slipped off the stool in shock.

That post was published at 23:59:30, and it was the last one among all the posts about Hongyue.

There is only one photo in the post. On the photo, seven red moons hang in the sky.

Yes, there are seven moons.

Blood red moon.

Let me wipe it, the blood wheel eyes.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin. If Madara Uchiha hadn't entered this world indiscriminately, then what happened to the seven red moons?

Zhang Jue thought hard, but had no idea at all.

In my mind, nothing fits this profile.

Zhang Jue thought for a long time, and suddenly felt a little tired, and the scene in front of him began to blur. He knew that he was going to wake up.

However, the moment he left the dream, a prompt popped up on the webpage.

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