I’m In Charge of SCP

Beauty, can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Zhang Jue looked expectant.

After he finished speaking, the beauty was slightly taken aback: What? It seemed that she couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Beauty, I'm asking, can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Zhang Jue asked again.

...

You have to admit that no matter who you are facing, Zhang Jue always has the ability to make the other party unable to keep up with the rhythm.

With just one sentence, the original charming atmosphere disappeared.

The beauty couldn't answer Zhang Jue's weird question, so she could only gently stroke the lines of her legs: Handsome guy, you really don't plan to come over?

Zhang Jue's mind was slackened, he pinched his brows, a little irritated: Beauty, don't you understand people's language, I ask you if you can make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?

The beauty hooked her fingers again: Handsome guy, come here, I will take good care of you—

Hey. Zhang Jue sighed, It's a pity that such a beautiful woman is actually deaf.

The woman still didn't give up, frowned, stretched out her hand to Zhang Jue, and shouted: Handsome guy—

The long sound is drawn so well that it can make people's bones crisp.

But who is Zhang Jue? He made a move that no one could have imagined.

He—tui!

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit towards the woman's bed.

The woman was completely stunned, presumably no one had ever done such a thing to her.

Zhang Jue clutched his slightly sore forehead, with a look of disgust on his face: I can't even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and I want to take advantage of me. It's devoid of conscience. How can such a good thing happen? What's wrong with people nowadays? The world is going down, people's hearts are old—

Zhang Jue thought about it for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the bed and the beauties in front of him disappeared, replaced by an old man with white beard and white hair, and a lot of gold and silver treasures.

Young man, congratulations on passing the test. There are many rare treasures here, just choose one.

The old man has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a fairy demeanor, and his voice is ethereal when he speaks. It seems that his cultivation is not shallow.

Zhang Jue took a quick look and found that the gold and silver treasures piled up on the ground were as high as one person. Not to mention gold and silver, there were also quite a few at the level of Ye Mingzhu and Shibi, and there were many things that could not even be named. One can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing, as long as Zhang Jue takes one casually, he will not have to worry about it for the rest of his life.

Young man, you are very good. The old man said with a smile, You can choose one of the things here, and it will be your reward for passing the test.

Zhang Jue's eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be completely relying on instinct to speak: Reward?

The old man smiled and nodded: Yes, reward.

Is there a pennant?

...

The old man frowned and said, The best treasures in the whole world are here, is there anything you are not satisfied with?

A reward without a pennant is incomplete, sincerity—

The old man's originally kind face instantly turned gloomy: Young man, don't be greedy, just grab a treasure here and leave!

In the end, he was already stern, obviously angry.

As his voice rose, the entire cave was shaking violently. No matter who was here, they would probably succumb to his threat.

But Zhang Jue didn't.

He had never known what fear was.

Old man, don't think that you are great because of your beard. If you didn't follow the traditional virtues of respecting the old and caring for the young, I would have beat you up long ago.

...

The old man said angrily, Are you going to take it or not?

Zhang Jue turned his head: If you don't have a pennant, you won't take it!

The old man snorted, and then disappeared together with the treasure.

...

The screen changed, and Zhang Jue suddenly sat on a chair with a computer in front of him.

Like a ghost, he clicked on the forum and entered his account password.

Ding--

He received a letter from the station.

You think you're smart? It's ridiculous. My neighbor's stupid son is better than you.

Ding--

Another one.

Please don't go to the SCP world, do you understand the rules of that world?

Then, countless messages flooded him.

Stop singing childish and mindless songs, it's annoying.

You think the jokes you said are funny?

Go away, you don't deserve to stay here at all.

Your pretentious level is really embarrassing——

...

The slander and abuse surrounded Zhang Jue like a sea. He lowered his head, unable to see his expression, emotion or anger.

hehe--

Suddenly, he laughed.

Ha ha ha ha--

He looked up and laughed loudly.

He was laughing so wildly that even the tears came out.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked the entire monitor away.

When it falls to the ground, don't forget to pose a poss.

I just want to stay here.

I just love to sing those childish and mindless songs.

I just want to break the rules of the SCP world.

I just want to pretend to be embarrassing.

What's the matter? You came to bite me along the network cable?

cut.

Zhang Jue spat.

Crap that only knows how to hurt people with a keyboard.

...

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, the whole space was shattered, and the dark corridor turned into a dark corridor in front of him again.

He returned to the real world, and his head, which was still in chaos just now, returned to normal.

It only took a few tenths of a second for Zhang Jue to sort out the situation just now - he must have been dragged into a hallucination by something.

If one accidentally gets hit, it's probably over.

This incident made him very vigilant.

You know, he can even be immune to Shirley's cognitohazard, but here, he fell into hallucinations unknowingly.

What is the background of the other party?

Zhang Jue put away his playful thoughts and moved on.

This time, he didn't go far before he saw a door—not a bronze door, but a huge wooden door.

In front of the wooden door, a group of heavily armed soldiers stood in a row, looking straight at him.

Zhang Jue walked carefully to them, and found that everyone's eyes were empty, and they seemed to have lost consciousness.

The people who should be the Serpent's Hand must have fallen into hallucinations.

Zhang Jue tried to wake them up, but failed. Their five senses had been closed, and they were completely unable to respond to external stimuli.

Just like those people in his original world.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, the huge wooden door suddenly opened a gap.

A middle-aged man's voice came from inside, slightly low.

Friends outside, since you're here, come in and sit down.

Zhang Jue snorted, he didn't know what it meant to be afraid by nature.

Others sent out invitations, but I didn't dare to go in. Didn't I look cowardly? How can I say hello to others when I go out in the future, and how can I molested good women?

Bah, bah.

He spit on his palms, rubbed his hands together, and walked in through the gap in the wooden door.

After he entered, the huge wooden door creaked shut.

There was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.