Kapitel 10: My World
The fog was hazy. Zhang Jue realized that he was in a dream - the same scene when he crossed over because he dreamed of SCP-682. He was standing at a crossroads. Around him, countless pedestrians passed by, all with dull, expressionless eyes, like a walking corpse.
"Hey!" Zhang Jue tried to pull a man's shoulder to talk to him, but the man seemed to have infinite strength and walked straight ahead, and a stumble took Zhang Jue.
"Fuck!" Zhang Jue cursed, but it was evident in his mind that these people didn't look like they could communicate.
Where was this, Zhang Jue wondered. He observed for a while and found that most of the pedestrians around him were white, and the architecture was gothic, so he thought it must be some European country.
Zhang Jue wandered around for half a day and found a signpost. However, the writing on it was not recognizable to him. It looked like it should be in French, which confirmed his speculation from the side. So he should be in France now? How did this place become like this, shooting a large science fiction film?
Guessing was useless, and Zhang Jue decided to follow one to see where they had really gone. Zhang Jue picked a middle-aged 40-year-old woman and trailed her all the way to an office building. Looking at the national flag flying in front of the door, he confirmed his suspicions.
The woman appeared to be a government employee, and Zhang Jue followed her through the various gates. Everyone ignored him as a tailgater, and only multiple gates remained in working order. Zhang Jue followed her to the office, where several staff members were already sitting in their seats.
None of their computers were on, and the people were sitting in front of them, motionless and zombie-like. For an average person, this scene is a bit creepy, but Zhang Jue, who is also a person, is not only not afraid but also puts his hand in front of the lady's eyes.
No reaction.
Zhang Jue began to get weird, making all kinds of irregular and funny movements, almost taking off his pants.
Still no reaction.
"Son of a bitch!" Zhang Jue picked up a chair and smashed it next to the lady on the table. A loud "bang" made Zhang Jue's ears hurt, but both the woman and her colleague were staring at the unbooted computer.
"You guys are tough!" This time Zhang Jue could finally confirm that their five senses had been completely closed off and that no one would bother him even if he did a striptease here.
Although anything could happen in a dream, Zhang Jue always felt something was wrong. These people were too realistic. Was this really a dream?
He pushed the lady out of the way, sat himself down in front of the computer, and pressed the power button. The computer turned on normally and showed that it needed a password, so Zhang Jue didn't even think about it and entered 123456.
The password was correct, and after a few seconds, the computer popped up on the desktop. Zhang Jue clicked on the calendar, which showed the time of February 21, 2221. He found the woman's work log on the desktop, and the last entry was dated February 1, 2221 - the exact date he had crossed over.
In other words, the world had been abnormal since that day.
After thinking about it, Zhang Jue opened the search engine, converted the language to Chinese, and searched for a name - it was the name of the former president of Mei, who had just stepped down a few days ago when Zhang Jue crossed over.
Sure enough, Zhang Jue saw the corresponding information. He then searched for all the domestic and international events he could remember, and without exception, all of them corresponded. Finally, he opened the map and located the address of his home.
"What the fuck?!" Zhang Jue finally couldn't help himself, and He cursed out loud.
This was not a dream world. This was the world he lived in before he crossed over! This was a big deal. What had happened here? How did it become like this? It seems that it is not him who has gone wrong, but this world. If he hadn't crossed over, he probably would have turned into the same ghostly appearance as these people.
Half an hour later, Zhang Jue sat in his chair, organizing his thoughts. There should be some mysterious event happening in this world. He had just logged on to multiple forums, and the time of the last reply on all the sites was all closed to 24:00 on February 1, 2221.
No one answered the fire and police calls, and no one replied to his posts. At least for now, there was no longer a 'living person' in the entire world, only machines that did not require human intervention were still functioning.
Zhang Jue only hated that he was not a medical student. Otherwise, he could have dissected someone to see what was wrong with their body. Of course, he was also aware that even with the most advanced medical technology, he probably couldn't detect any anomalies in these people - it was more likely due to some mental interference.
Zhang Jue sat for a few more moments and decided to go out and see if there were any other clues. But at the very moment, he moved, the phone at the front desk rang.
"Ring-ring-ring." The usual phone ringing that he had long been used to sounded so bleak and terrifying at this moment.
There was a phone call coming in? Was it because he had just called the police himself? Zhang Jue did not hesitate, ran over three steps, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He couldn't speak French, so he had to do it in English. There was a long silence, but Zhang Jue didn't hang up. He could hear a gasp on the other side.
Sure enough, after a few more seconds, a young boy's childish voice rang out.
"Help me..." Chinese?
Zhang Jue froze and immediately said, "Hello, who is this? Where are you?"
"Please, Save me—"
"Bang bang bang- bang bang bang-" A loud banging sound rang out from his mind as the entire world began to shake and the scene in front of him began to crumble. Zhang Jue knew that he was about to wake up.
"Where are you? How can I help to save you!" Yet the response from over there was no longer audible to him.
"Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -"
There was a sharp knock on the door one after another, and Yang Xue's voice came through the door. "Zhang Jue! Jue Zhang! Are you up?"
Zhang Jue opened his eyes and didn't immediately go to open the door, but carefully recalled the dream he had just had - to be precise, it wasn't a dream at all, but a trip back to his original world. He was curious to know what had happened there.
"Zhang Jue! Are you up yet?" Yang Xue's anxious voice rang out again, thinking that he must have encountered something urgent.
Zhang Jue was now living in the SCP's staff dormitory, where conditions were so bad that anyone could come to him, and there was no telling when the detached villa that Site Director Wenbai had promised him would be fulfilled.
As soon as he opened the door, Yang Xue immediately barged in and pulled him up and away, "Quick, come with me!"
"What's wrong?" Seeing her look anxious, Zhang Jue was a bit puzzled, thinking that my world was on the verge of destruction and I wasn't even as cranky as you.
"Something's wrong!" Yang Xue looked grave. It seems things are indeed very tricky, "Remember that deep bottomless stairwell you mentioned."
Zhang Jue frowned slightly, "SCP-087? Wasn't its entrance sealed off long ago?"
Yang Xue shook her head and bit her lip, "Its entrance has indeed been sealed long ago, but something seems to be coming out from the inside..."
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