I’m In Charge of SCP

I do not know what you're talking about.

nobody's expression is normal, and no flaws can be seen.

But Zhang Jue laughed.

Do you think there's any point in pretending now? No one in the whole world knows me better than you. Do you think I would say that if I'm not sure?

nobody looked at Zhang Jue with flat eyes, like looking at a meaningless fallen leaf.

You will, he said after a moment.

Ah, yes, at some point, I do cheat, but you also know that it won't work for you, because those are all bad tricks played under your arrangement, and it won't work for some miscellaneous fish. Forget it, but now that things have progressed to this stage, do you think I will still use such a rudimentary trick? Do you dare to write like that?

Zhang Jue asked a series of questions, and the tone gradually became high.

Nobody remained calm: Zhang Jue, if what you said is true, do you know what it means?

What does it mean? Zhang Jue snorted, It's nothing more than that I am virtual, just one of the many characters in your writing, nothing more.

Zhang Jue said, with a look of indifference on his face, as if he had already accepted such a result.

nobody tilted his head.

Zhang Jue also tilted his head.

nobody shrugged.

Zhang Jue also shrugged.

Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

You see, we even have the same habits.

nobody snorted.

When did you find out?

This sentence undoubtedly admitted that Zhang Jue's judgment was correct.

He is the author of Zhang Jue.

Ah, let me think about it. Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, To be honest, it was probably when site 14 was invaded by Chaos Insurgency, it was the first time I felt a strong sense of disobedience , In contrast, Dr. Yang Xue showed some amateurism before, which is nothing.

nobody raised his eyebrows: Where?

Yang Xue and I fell directly from the office area to the detention area.

Is there anything unreasonable?

Of course. Zhang Jue looked at him, You don't need to tell me. According to the setting, the walls of the management bureau are all filled with special materials, especially the isolated detention area. How could it be easily blown up by someone? And It happened to blow up at the feet of the two of us. Who put the explosives? Of course, you can say that it was Mr. Huai who set it up, but his target was the chair below. He blew up the elevator, just because he didn’t want the people from the authority to do it so quickly. Arrived, so it is impossible at all, there is only one explanation, the explosion was just a clumsy way for you to let me and Yang Xue fall into the detention area, probably because you thought no one would notice this, you didn’t even put It rationalizes.

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, nobody was silent for a moment, and then smiled helplessly.

No, I actually thought about explaining it, but I found that no readers cared about it at the time, so I put it aside.

When he talked about this matter, his eyes seemed a little lonely, but then he returned to normal.

This is just a suspicious place. In the world of the Authority, anything can happen. This is not conclusive evidence that you know that you are a virtual character. Is there any other evidence?

It seems that nobody's thirst for knowledge is very strong, Zhang Jue smiled slightly.

If you really want to talk about it, there are a lot of it—but boss, isn't it a bit too shabby to just say it like this, I'm a little tired, so you don't want to show it?

good.

nobody snapped their fingers, and the positions of the two were instantly transferred.

When Zhang Jue came back to his senses, he had already appeared in a restaurant, and the two sat opposite each other at the two ends of the dining table.

There was a glass of red wine in front of Zhang Jue.

Thanks.

Zhang Jue took a sip of red wine.

Since you want to know how I guessed it, I'll come and talk to you—don't blame me for speaking badly. In my opinion, you are not a qualified author because you left too many flaws. Well, apart from what I just said about Yang Xue and I falling into the detention area, I can list at least twenty more suspicious things. For example, Yang Wenbai asked the headquarters about Yang Wensong, but the headquarters did not continue to investigate; for example, Jiangzhou University Why did the Hanged King let me go during the school celebration event? For example, Shirley’s coma, Abel’s rebellion, including Arne’s ascension to the gods, and the coming of 3125, one by one, one by one, it’s too coincidental, just like , as if deliberately trying to lure me into the game.

Zhang Jue listed his questions one by one according to the time and distance, and then looked up at nobody.

But the other party shook his head.

As you said, these are all intentionally arranged by me, but the world is made up of all kinds of coincidences, which still can't explain why you know that yours is a virtual character - I went out today, and hundreds of Thousands of people pass by each other, and the encounter of each of us is a coincidence, does this mean that I am virtual?

Only these, of course not enough, in addition to what I said before, you still have one biggest flaw. Zhang Jue looked into the other party's eyes, and said word by word: ——that's me.

nobody frowned: You?

Yes, me. Zhang Jue raised his hands and looked over and over again, First of all, my arrival was a trap. I dreamed of 682, thanks to your imagination. I have been in this world for more than four years, and I met I have seen countless strange things, wandering on the edge of life and death every time, but I can get away with good luck, and even get some benefits, which makes me wonder if I am a 'protagonist'.

I have to admit that Zhang Jue is a very clear-headed person.

He was not dazzled by the victories again and again, but was always reflecting and replaying.

He found that no matter how difficult a situation he encountered, there was always a way to break it in the end.

Once or twice can of course be attributed to his clever mind, but if it happens every time, it really cannot be explained by luck.

It may be more appropriate to use fate to describe it.

Being saved by fate again and again is indeed a treatment that only the protagonist can enjoy.

Across the long table, nobody also took a sip of the wine in front of him, and then he pointed to his chest: Since I am the author, why should I appear in my book in this way? Isn't it strange? ?”

Zhang Jue laughed, and there was some irony in that smile.

That's why I said, you are a bit of an amateur. He pointed at the other party with his finger, The so-called nobody is just a projection of you in this world. Although you are the author, if you want to influence the development of the plot, you must rely on A certain medium, and you choose the one that seems to be the simplest, but it also has endless troubles—that is, adding a character. When a new character appears, it is necessary to set up his background, position, and even the ending. It's troublesome, so you simply used the name nobody to let people know from the beginning that this is a mysterious person, so it is normal for a mysterious person not to explain his past and future.

You know even that.

nobody said in a low voice, indirectly acquiescing Zhang Jue's statement.

Zhang Jue laughed: Thanks to you, according to the setting, my father is a 'third-rate mystery novelist', so I know something about writing a book, and it is very reasonable, isn't it? Because of you The level is limited, so the world you build has many bugs. In order to confuse me and your readers, you even sent me back to the so-called 'mine world'. Of course, there are also loopholes, and every time you Appearances are all using a very low-level method to roughly interfere with the direction of the story——Site 14, Mr. Huai entered the sixth floor of the holding area so long ahead of us. If no one stopped him, he would have escaped long ago, so You might as well leave the game yourself; and when you met ***-1440—that is, the old man who played cards with the three brothers of Death, you also took him away, and left the bag to me, when encountering difficulties— ——Solving difficulties——Getting benefits, this is a standard three-paragraph writing method for a short story, even ordinary readers know——Oh, by the way, regarding the identity of my father, according to my guess, he should also be someone Characters in the book.

Zhang Jue said a lot, but only at the last sentence did nobody react: How did you know?

It's very simple, because the setting of 'no fear' is not a normal person at first glance, and I have never met him from the beginning to the end. As an important person, this is a bit strange.

When Zhang Jue said this, nobody suddenly looked a little lonely.

He sighed, with a hint of regret in his tone.

Because I have no way to obtain authorization from that author.

Zhang Jue was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: I see.

But it still doesn't make sense. Nobody said again: Since I am your author, why did I save you in the first place, but now let you commit suicide?

The reason is very simple, because it is coming to an end. Zhang Jue said as it should be, When a story comes to an end, there is no need for the protagonist to exist—or in other words, when the protagonist dies, the story will naturally end Now, for whatever reason, you seem to want to end this story, am I right?

nobody tilted his head again, as if this was really a habit of his.

You're smarter than I thought.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Ah, I have to thank you for not making me a fool.

There is another question. If it is true as you said, you are a character in my novel, and I can arrange your fate as I want. Then I think it is a matter of minutes for you to let you die. Why do I have to spend so much money on it? Zhou Zhang, use the doomsday of the two worlds to force you to commit suicide, can't I write like this—The next day, Zhang Jue woke up, looked in the mirror, and then he was handsome to death by himself—”

As nobody said, Zhang Jue laughed again.

The reason why the ending is called the ending is that the story develops to the end. This is a natural process, instead of being cut off and stopped abruptly. That is called a bad ending. I believe you know this truth better than me.

Even if it's not so direct, I have many other ways to kill you.

nobody seemed to be trying to test Zhang Jue on purpose, and Zhang Jue was uncharacteristically answering each other's questions one after another.

It's not because you don't want to, but because you can't do it. Zhang Jue put the wine glass aside, put his hands on the table, and stared at nobody.

I have been in this world for a few years. You have explained my background, my character, and my way of life. Although I am a virtual character, what kind of words will I say and what will I do? Things are no longer under your control, because this is the setting you gave me, and even you have no way to violate it. For example, I have noticed your existence, and you have no way to control this, because it is based on A story where things develop naturally, although this is the world you created, it also has its own rules, including you, anyone who enters here must follow.

nobody was silent, because Zhang Jue was right.

The so-called setting actually has many unreasonable or even unscientific aspects, such as internal strength, such as practice, such as Chakra. They are all mandatory rules, and once this rule is set, the development tone of the entire world has been set.

Even a virtual character is flesh and blood, and it is impossible to do things that are not in line with his personality.

This point, even if nobody is the author, there is no way to change it.

It was this that bound him.

Some people may say that looking for reason in the virtual world probably has brain problems.

But the fact is that you don't have to accept this setting or read this story, but once you accept it, you must follow the rules inside.

If he is really an unscrupulous author who doesn't understand anything, or just wants to have fun, then he can find anything to kill Zhang Jue, and the story will end.

But he wanted to do a little better, and he didn't want to be so unbearable, and Zhang Jue had seen through this, so he chose to showdown with the opponent.

The story seems to have reached a dead end.

Zhang Jue clearly knew that his creator, the creator of the world he lived in, wanted him to die and wanted to end this story.

And as long as he persisted, the other party seemed to have no good solution in a short time.

The two sides seemed to be deadlocked.

But nobody looked at Zhang Jue.

What do you want?

You know what I'm going to say?

As you said, you are a character in my writing. No one understands you better than me. When you have a showdown with others, it means that you have already thought of a plan that everyone can accept. You might as well say it and we can discuss it. sex.

Hahahahaha, although I'm very powerful, I really can't hide it from you. Zhang Jue laughed, but the laughter stopped suddenly after three seconds, and his face returned to calm almost instantly. Looking at nobody, he said, You just want to kill me and end this story. I can die, but I have one condition.

nobody raised his eyebrows: What condition?

I wonder what happened to everyone else.

nobody laughed.

Zhang Jue also laughed.

This is actually something that the two of them tacitly agreed to.

Since Zhang Jue exposed nobody's identity, the two have been very peaceful.

Most of the time, nobody is asking, and Zhang Jue is answering his doubts.

With Zhang Jue's personality, it is very abnormal to be able to cooperate with the enemy in this way.

As for the reason, it is because of this.

Zhang Jue is the protagonist, and his life is very hard, which is no longer the author's discretion.

But others are different.

Like Karina, like Cain, like Smith, Old Smith, and even Shirley and Yang Xue, although these people are also important people, their life and death are just a matter of nobody's thought.

Since he even wanted to kill Zhang Jue, it's not impossible to have a complete annihilation ending.

Okay, since you want to know, then I will help you.

Nobody put down the wine glass in his hand and snapped his fingers again.

The scenery around the two of them changed instantly.

It should be night, with a bright moon hanging in the sky.

A man in animal skins was sitting by a bonfire, on which were several thick twigs, each with a mouse attached to it.

Although his hair was disheveled and his beard covered his entire cheeks, Zhang Jue recognized his identity from the vicissitudes of life and firm eyes.

old smith.

He coughed twice, and his voice seemed a little weak, he should have suffered a serious injury.

He took down one of the branches, put the roasted mouse in front of him and sniffed it, then turned around and entered the nearby col.

The inside of the mountain depression was relatively dry, and there were two people lying on the ground. Although their clothes were already tattered, it could be vaguely seen that they were the standard of the Mobile Task Force of the Administration.

Needless to say, these two were Du Jingtian and Will Smith who had covered Zhang Jue's entry into Switzerland.

Their faces were pale, and they were placed on a stone by Old Smith, unconscious.

Old Smith cut up the roasted rat meat with a knife, fed them into their mouths, and washed them down with water.

Zhang Jue and nobody stood beside him, watching Old Smith's movements, but Old Smith didn't notice it at all.

After feeding his two teammates, he ate what little rat meat was left, and sat down against the wall of the col, motionless.

This minimizes heat loss and conserves energy.

Although the other team members were all dead, Old Smith, Smith and Du Jingtian were all fine, which is already a blessing in misfortune.

nobody glanced at Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue nodded indistinctly, and then the two disappeared in front of them.

Old Smith seemed to sense something, narrowed his eyes, scanned the surrounding situation, found nothing unusual, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Next, Zhang Jue and nobody came and were taken to a cliff.

The sky was dim and the sun was setting.

A little girl was sitting on a rock looking at the burning clouds in the sky in a daze.

With long golden hair, there is no doubt that it is Karina.

She fought another reality bender, 4670, and has since disappeared.

At this time, her clothes were ragged, and there were large and small scars on her body, which made Zhang Jue frown.

Although Karina looks like a little girl, she is fundamentally different from Smith and others—she has a good reality distortion ability.

Let alone a new dress, it would not be difficult for her to build a house out of thin air.

But now, not only was she wearing worn-out clothes, but even the wounds on her body had begun to scab.

This is very unreasonable.

After a while, the twilight merged.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and Karina's thin body trembled. She went back to the woods to pick up some dry branches, used a pocket knife to get some sawdust out, and awkwardly used a wooden stick to drill wood to make fire.

Seeing this, Zhang Jue can almost confirm that after the battle with 4670, although Karina did not die, she lost the ability to distort reality, but it is not known whether it is temporary or permanent.

But no matter what, as long as Karina is not dead, Zhang Jue can accept it.

Without Zhang Jue's consent, nobody led Zhang Jue to dance the scene again.

This time the two came to a desert.

In the desert, there are two people, one standing and the other lying down.

The one standing is Cain, and the one lying down is Abel.

Valley v.

It seems that the battle between the two brothers ended with Cain's victory.

Cain was completely naked, with a faint blue light emitting from his body, holding a chisel in his hand, looking down at Abel who was lying on the ground and could not move.

My brother. He called softly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Abel was injured by Cain's weird weapon and was completely unable to move, but he looked at Cain with murderous intent in his eyes.

What are you waiting for? Use your thing to kill me, as long as you insert him into my chest, I will never be able to resurrect again. If you don't do this, next time, I will definitely kill you!

Once again defeated by Cain, Abel was almost insane.

Moreover, the weapon in Cain's hand is very weird, and it has a very significant restraint effect on Abel. Injured by that thing, Abel will not be able to return to the sarcophagus, and naturally there will be no way to resurrect.

But Cain didn't do that.

My brother. Cain called out again, I thought that after so many years, you should understand something, but unfortunately, your hatred for me has not diminished in the slightest, and it is not an option to continue like this, you It's time to end the grievances between me.

Cain's voice was gentle, not at all violent like Abel's.

He looked at his younger brother with reluctance, and then slowly raised the weapon in his hand.

Abel snorted, even if he was really going to be killed, he didn't have the slightest fear.

Cain had already killed him once anyway.

Under Abel's gaze, Cain's arm slowly descended, and inserted the glowing drill into... his chest.

Abel narrowed his eyes.

No one can hurt Cain except himself.

Cain vomited a big mouthful of blood, and spoke slowly under Abel's puzzled gaze.

In order to kill me, you have done a lot of bad things and killed many innocent people. Although they died at your hands, in the final analysis, this matter is my mistake, then Let me bear the consequences.

Cain smiled, his smile was so gentle.

Abel, may you be freed from hatred...my brother, goodbye...

After saying this, Cain fell on his back to the ground with a bang, beside Abel.

The weird symbol on his head gradually disappeared, and the blue light attached to his body also gradually dimmed and finally dissipated.

Abel looked at his corpse, his pupils gradually dilated.

ah----

He roared, and the sound resounded through the sky.

I don't know whether it is pain or happiness.

All this scene fell into Zhang Jue's eyes.

Zhang Jue was not surprised by Cain's choice.

Cain was a gentle man.

Abel is his younger brother. The grievances between the two for so many years must be completely ended by the death of one of them.

Abel prevailed, and he was the one who died.

Abel was defeated, and he was the one who died.

...

How about it?

Taking Zhang Jue to watch the ending of the three people in succession, nobody seemed to intend to continue.

He looked at Zhang Jue: Are you satisfied?

It's still far away. Zhang Jue looked at Abel lying on the ground, Where are the others?

I know who you are talking about, but they have a close relationship with you. Naturally, after you die, I can arrange their ending—or, according to your previous theory, they will decide their own destiny.

Ha, alright. Zhang Jue nodded, agreeing with nobody's statement, I have one last request, can you take me back? I want to take one last look at them.

no problem.

It seems that as long as Zhang Jue can die, nobody will refuse such a request at all.

Is it the end? A farewell ceremony is still very necessary.

While talking, the background behind the two returned to the U.S. state of Florida again.

Zhang Jue stood directly in front of the gate of their final base camp, but nobody was missing.

Consultant Zhang, why are you here?

Guan Peng, who was in charge of the guard, saw Zhang Jue at a glance.

Zhang Jue shook his head and smiled: Captain Guan, do you have any cigarettes?

Guan Peng was taken aback for a moment, he never knew that Zhang Jue could also smoke.

He took out one, handed it to Zhang Jue, and lit the fire again.

Consultant Zhang, what's wrong?

Although Zhang Jue's expression was normal, Guan Peng still sensitively sensed something was wrong.

Zhang Jue took two sips, sprayed the smoke out of his nose, and then patted Guan Peng's shoulder with a smile.

Captain Guan, after this matter is over, find a wife.

???

Guan Peng stared at Zhang Jue with wide eyes.

Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder and walked into the building.

It was midnight, most people were resting, only some sentinels were still patrolling.

Standing in the hall in front of the building, Zhang Jue didn't know where to go.

Familiar people are either not around or are dead.

He was a little confused.

Why are you here?

Just as he was hesitating, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

Zhang Jue looked back and saw that it was Shirley.

He laughed: Wow, it's so late, you haven't slept yet, it's not good for your skin, it's easy to get dark circles.

Shirley looked at him: Is that what you want to tell me?

Hearing Shirley's tone, she seemed to have guessed something, Zhang Jue smiled and didn't answer her words.

Let's go. Shirley held her death scythe and turned her back to Zhang Jue: No matter what happens, don't leave me.

After saying this, she threw something to Zhang Jue, and then walked away without looking back.

Zhang Jue took the thing in his hand and found that it was a little bear puppet.

Zhang Jue stood there, looking at the puppet bear, and shook his head after a long time.

Finally, Zhang Jue came to Yang Xue's ward.

He sat in front of Yang Xue's bed, looked at Yang Xue's pale face, and was momentarily absent-minded.

Been in this world for a few years.

Although he knows that he is just a fictional character in the author's pen, for him, everything is real.

He vomited when he drank too much, and it hurt when he was beaten.

There was nothing false about his feelings.

The author only needs to write a word of death, but he really has to face death.

He was never afraid of death.

The fear is that someone will feel sad and sad for his death.

But there is no way, the story always has an ending.

He kissed Yang Xue lightly on the forehead, and then walked out of the ward.

...

It was 5:30 in the morning, and the sky was not bright yet, only a faint white belly appeared on the far horizon.

Zhang Jue stood on the roof of the building, blowing the slightly cold morning wind.

nobody appeared beside him.

It's time, said nobody.

Zhang Jue nodded slowly.

There are many endings, can you tell me why you have to choose this one?

nobody smiled, with a look of loneliness in his eyes.

Because most comedies are forgotten, and tragedies are always remembered. There are not many readers of this book, and if they don't give them a 'surprise', they should soon forget it. exist.

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: You call this a surprise?

nobody shrugged: Isn't it?

The two looked at the distant sky at the same time and fell into a long silence.

You can't kill me. Zhang Jue said suddenly.

Why?

Because you don't have many readers.

Nobody sneered: Zhang Jue, with your IQ, you stood here for a whole night and thought of this sentence? If I let you go because of this sentence, do you think they will be satisfied?

No, they'll spray harder.

Then why do you still say that?

Because...you can't kill me.

Zhang Jue paused every word.

As nobody said.

Zhang Jue gave up the time alone with Yang Xue, and stood on the roof overnight, letting the cold wind bite his bones, in order to find a way to turn the tables.

But the other party is the upper-level narrator and his author. The two of them are not in the same dimension at all. Every word he says comes from his pen—or from the keyboard. So, in this case, he How can we influence the will of the other party?

There is only one answer.

Magic can defeat magic.

The matters of the upper dimension are left to the people of the upper dimension to solve.

Only those so-called readers can influence the author's writing.

It is also his only chance of survival.

Zhang Jue stared into nobody's eyes.

Although tragedies are more memorable, you know better than me that there are more people who like everything you want. If you insist on going your own way and put me to death, although it may satisfy the curiosity of some readers, in the final analysis, the loss There will be more. Unless you don’t plan to stay in this business anymore, otherwise this will definitely affect your future path.”

Zhang Jue's eyes became more and more determined, I believe that many readers who watched this silently did not want my death to be the end of the whole story, and you are actually very clear about this.

nobody's eyes gradually brightened: Even if I know, so what?

Zhang Jue returned to the original question: Since you know, you can't kill me. All of this is just a trick you set up—you made me think that you want to kill me.

nobody laughed.

Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue, you did not disappoint me. I don't want to kill you, but I have to give the readers an explanation. How do you solve the current predicament?

While the two were talking, the sky was already bright, the sun had already risen from the east, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the edge of the city.

But then, the world fell into darkness again.

A huge black shadow appeared over the city.

It caused all the soldiers on guard to exclaim.

That's Dou Mo.

It is a monster from another dimension. In the setting, he is stronger than the Crimson King and the three Death brothers, not to mention Zhang Jue who has just ascended to the gods.

In any case, Zhang Jue could not be his opponent.

nobody looked at the shadow in the sky and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Jue, as you said, there is a set routine for writing. Encounter difficulties, solve them, and get rewards. This is a standard routine. Now I can tell you that it is the last difficult problem I set for you. , as long as you can defeat it in my setting, you can survive and give the whole novel a happy ending, how about it, Zhang Jue, can you do it?

In the existing setting, is it possible to defeat a near-invincible monster?

Zhang Jue's mind was spinning sharply.

He clearly knew that nobody was joking with him, nor was he playing tricks on him.

The author's writing skills may be average, but he is not completely devoid of logic.

For one thing, the other party can pave the way for a long time.

When he defeated Ian, the death bag had been delivered to him a long time ago.

The wand he used to drive away the Scarlet King was also given to him by Merlin.

There are countless such things.

The other party will not give him a big killer out of thin air.

Since nobody said that, it proved that he must have a logically feasible way to defeat Doumo.

But what is it?

Zhang Jue's brain was already overclocking.

However, he has experienced so many events and met so many people and things, which one can defeat Dou Mo?

Not long ago, I already gave you a hint. nobody said suddenly.

Tips given?

Hearing these words, Zhang Jue had a flash of inspiration, like enlightenment.

I see.

Ha, I see!