I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

"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 couldn't 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.

"Ha ha--"

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 origin 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.

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 66 The Dead Dragon

Behind the wooden door is a huge room, the walls are all made of stone bricks.

In the center of the room stood a high-backed chair, on which sat a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand, and the transparent liquid swirled in it, overflowing with fragrance.

Zhang Jue felt a little strange. He originally came to look for the giant dragon. How could there be a person here?

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "Hello."

Zhang Jue shrugged: "Can I say bad?"

"how?"

Zhang Jue snorted, "Sitting on a chair while letting guests stand, this is not the way to treat guests."

The middle-aged man nodded: "You are right."

He shook the hand holding the goblet in the open space in front of him.

A high-back chair like the one behind him appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Jue was a magician himself, but he had never seen such a superb performance.

However, Zhang Jue was not polite to him. Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Jue sat down on the chair as if returning to his own home, and faced the man face to face.

"A cup of cappuccino, thank you." Zhang Jue said.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then shook his head, as if feeling helpless at Zhang Jue's familiarity.

He waved again, and a cup of coffee appeared in the air in front of Zhang Jue.

Holding the coffee in his hand, Zhang Jue found it was still hot. He took a sip and sighed in satisfaction.

In the depths of the Alps, he can drink a cup of hot coffee, probably he is No. 1 in all times and in all over the world.

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "You don't seem to be afraid of me."

Zhang Jue shrugged: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Such a word game is very boring, the man did not continue it, but began to look at Zhang Jue with great interest.

Similarly, Zhang Jue also looked at him openly.

There is no doubt that the man in front of him has a powerful reality distortion ability.

Zhang Jue remembered that when SCP-343 proved to the Foundation that he was a "god", he once took out a hamburger out of thin air.

This man can make a chair and a cup of coffee with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't know who is stronger between the two.

"It's not easy for you to pass the test I set up." The man said, "Originally, I didn't want anyone to disturb me."

"To me, that's nothing." Zhang Jue responded, "So, those people outside didn't pass the test?"

He was referring to the group of the Serpent's Hand.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and did not answer his question, but said, "You are from SCP."

Most of the equipment Zhang Jue wears has the SCP logo printed on it, which cannot be denied.

Judging from this man's tone, he seems to know about the SCP Foundation, and maybe he has been contained.

Zhang Jue spread his hands: "Boss, I am indeed an SCP member, but I have just joined the Foundation for a few days, and I have already seen them as disliked. I will never intervene if you have revenge or revenge. If necessary, I can also guide you or something."

"Don't be nervous, I don't want to do anything to you." The middle-aged man shook the wine glass in his hand, watching the transparent liquid keep swirling, "I just remembered an old friend who is also an SCP member. He sent a message, and I don't know if he will come to see me."

old friend?

So, this person has no enmity with the Foundation?

Zhang Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since it's a friend, he will definitely come after receiving the message, but it's snowing outside, so you may have to wait a few more days."

The middle-aged man shook his head, looked at the wine in his hand, and said, "I'm afraid I don't have that much time."

He lowered his head, his expression was so sad that even Zhang Jue, who was always nonsensical, was infected.

Looking at him, Zhang Jue felt a familiar feeling in his heart.