I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

These zombies can't attack, and they can't contagious. They don't threaten him at all, and they are no different from the models in the window on the street.

What concerned him was that these people seemed to have black hair and black eyes.

It looks Asian, but I don't know which country it is.

Zhang Jue walked out of the movie theater and came to the street. Looking at the two-dimensional elements all over the street, he preliminarily confirmed his position.

Although it was foggy, he could still tell that the time should be around twelve noon.

Countless "zombies" walked by, and Zhang Jue simply ignored their existence.

He found a subway station, and looking at the English names of the stations above, he pinpointed his location to a very hot place.

So what to do now?

Find a computer.

He clearly remembered that before he woke up last time, someone replied to his post. Could it be that there are still "survivors" in this world?

This question has been lingering in his mind.

When he came back this time, he had to confirm it.

If you can talk to them directly, you can get first-hand information about what happened, which is much more reliable than guessing.

He randomly found a store on the side of the street, only to find out after entering that the store sold audio-visual products, and there were many familiar figures printed on the cover of the products.

However, Zhang Jue is not in the mood to support the original version right now, so he can only say hello to them for the time being, and agree to fight again when he has time.

The shopkeeper inside the counter is a greasy middle-aged uncle, the computer is turned on, and he seems to be playing games.

Like everyone else, he had lost consciousness and just sat there dumbfounded.

Zhang Jue pushed him and the chair away, found another chair at random, and sat in front of the computer.

According to his timeline in the SCP world, it has been a few months since he returned to this world last time, but the flow of time here seems to be different from that in the SCP world. It's only been a week.

Changing the search engine to Chinese as usual, Zhang Jue opened the forum he frequented.

That prompt is still there.

"Your post has new replies, please click to view."

Zhang Jue put the mouse on it, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

Click to jump to the web page.

He prayed silently in his heart, but it must not be something like an advertisement, otherwise he must have smashed the computer.

After the web page was loaded, Zhang Jue couldn't wait to scroll to the bottom.

Zhang Jue was relieved to see that the person who replied was a user and not a robot.

He smashed the table excitedly, then shook his innocent hands.

The title of his post is: Are there still living people in this world?Please call back, over!

And that reply only had three words.

who are you?

The other party's username is "Yueqingcheng", which is quite artistic.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin and fell into deep thought again.

The other party's tone didn't seem right.

Never mind him, let's go back first.

Zhang Jue logged into his account and replied at the bottom of that floor: I am a survivor, the whole world changed when I woke up, can you tell me what happened?

At the end, he added another sentence below: Everyone ignores me, people are so scared, where are you, can I find you?

I don't believe you are not fooled.

After Zhang Jue finished posting, he leaned on his chair and waited for the fish to take the bait.

However, an hour passed, and there was still no movement from the other party.

He began to feel a little irritable.

Is it because the other party didn't have time to log in to the forum, or did something else happen?

Zhang Jue somewhat missed the hand speed of those trolls.

If one of them survives and sees this post, he will know the whole truth in less than 2 minutes.

Zhang Jue clicked on that person's profile picture, and found that the gender column was also written as female.

Fuck, crashed.

Zhang Jue thought, but it's okay, maybe this user named Yueqingcheng is also a big man who picks his feet, who can say for sure about this kind of thing.

He saw a beautiful young lady with the online name "I haven't washed my hair for ten years because I'm bald", so it doesn't make sense.

The other party's privacy setting is visible for seven days. Zhang Jue clicked on it and found that this "Yue Qingcheng" had sent a post seven days ago—that is, on the day of the red moon.

"It's so annoying, I'm going to s this tonight."

Below is a picture of a wizard attire.

There is also a location, Star City, Taiping Street.

So this month Qingcheng is from Xingcheng?Or are you traveling to Star City?

She (he) was not affected by the red moon, is it related to her (his) wizard?

A series of questions flashed through Zhang Jue's mind.

But there is too little evidence, and he has no way to confirm whether there is an inevitable connection between the two things, maybe it's just a coincidence.

The biggest hope now is that the other party can reply him.

Zhang Jue was like a licking dog, sitting in front of the screen and waiting for the other party's reply.

Just when he was bored and ready to pick his feet, there was a loud noise in the sky outside, like thunder.

It was the first time for Zhang Jue to come across a thunderstorm these few times.

He thought that after the world became abnormal, these ordinary weather phenomena would no longer exist, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Zhang Jue thought about it, felt that something was wrong, and then ran out of the video store in a hurry, looking in the direction of the sound.

It was still foggy outside, and the visible distance was very limited, but he still saw a huge shadow floating in the sky thousands of miles away from him.

Zhang Jue couldn't describe what it was, because it was so huge that he couldn't even see its outline clearly.

What surprised him was that after the huge shadow appeared, all the pedestrians on the road stopped. They turned around, faced the direction of the shadow, and knelt down.

Everyone knelt down on the ground, only Zhang Jue stood alone on the street, looking so abrupt.

He fixed his eyes on the huge shadow, trying to figure out what it was.

But all is in vain.

He grabbed a person kneeling on the ground and found that although their consciousness was still unclear, they were chanting some words.

Words he doesn't understand.

It's like a spell.

After 10 minutes, the huge shadow disappeared.

Everyone has also returned to "normal" - continuing to do the same things as before according to the established trajectory.

Zhang Jue looked at the sky, expecting some new clues, but found nothing in the end.

After a long time, he returned to the store.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yue Qingcheng actually replied to his post that day.

"Reply to you later, be safe, it's coming."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 100 Experiment Record

When Zhang Jue opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the bright sunlight was shining on the ground through the gaps in the curtains, which was a bit dazzling.Lying on the bed, he didn't get up immediately, but carefully recalled the contents of the dream, and put them all into his memory hall.

In general, there are many new discoveries when I go back this time, but there are also more mysteries.

What is that shadow?

What is the 'it' that Yueqing City is talking about?

Are the two the same thing?

Why didn't Yueqing City become a zombie?

Is he (she) still a normal person, or is he (she) really human?

A series of questions lingered in Zhang Jue's mind, but now there were too few clues, and he didn't know what the answers were.

Zhang Jue only hated that his sleep time was too short. If he stayed in that world for a longer time, maybe he would discover more.

He had wanted to use drugs to achieve this, but there was one most important problem that he couldn't solve-he didn't know when he would go back.

Judging from the previous few times, it seems that there is no pattern.

It was because he was idle, and one day he suddenly had a dream.

But when he was ready for battle, he slept until dawn for many days in a row.

It was as if fate had bound to catch him off guard.

But Zhang Jue is not a hypocritical person. It seems that those zombies will always remain that way, so there is no need to worry.

It has been nearly a month since Zhang Jue came back from Europe. Apart from occasionally studying Shirley's affairs, he has lived a shameless life again.

Sleep until you wake up naturally, do the experiment if you want, don't do it if you don't want to, and go to Chen Lao to discuss it if you are really bored.

Of course, most of the time, he will still check the experiments of other researchers to ensure that there will be no casualties.

Yang Xue would not urge him to do anything, probably because she had a better understanding of his character—maybe he was unreliable in small things, but he never missed the chain in big things.

On this day, Zhang Jue was bored and was discussing academic issues with a female researcher.

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard in another laboratory.

Zhang Jue hurried over and found a hole suddenly appeared on the originally smooth wall.

The hole is bottomless and its diameter is as big as two fists.

It is said that this hole appeared suddenly. The researcher was still doing experiments one second, and was startled by it the next second.

The people who work at the scp foundation are very sensitive to such strange things, so he immediately called other colleagues.

Everyone was surrounding the entrance of the cave, as if they were afraid that it would suddenly run away again.

Several researchers also called Yang Xue over. During Zhang Jue's absence, she has been promoted to the deputy director of the experiment at site14.

In site 14, apart from the older experiment supervisor and the special consultant Zhang Jue, she was the highest ranking.

Zhang Jue looked at it for a long time, but he didn't remember what the hole was.

Yang Xue suddenly patted her head, as if she had gained something.

Seeing her expression, Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Why, Dr. Yang Da, do you know what it is?"

Yang Xue sighed: "I can't rely on you for everything - I just think it's a bit like a project I've heard of before, but I won't know until it's confirmed."

Yang Xue made a call, and after ahhh, hung up the phone again.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Yeah." Yang Xue nodded, "It's SCP-1162."

……

Simply put, SCP-1162 is a hole in the wall with a diameter of approximately 14.5 cm, and its depth will vary depending on the current user.

Once a creature puts its arm into the hole, they take out an item they were missing or were looking for, and in turn, the creature immediately loses another item.

SCP-1162 also has a property that if it is not activated within 168 hours, it will randomly transfer to another stone, concrete, brick wall or floor, leaving the previous hole, but no longer anomalous Attributes.