I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

In a few words, Zhang Mingliang heard that something was wrong with Zhang Jue.

After all, during the Chinese New Year, they had just talked on the phone. According to the usual personalities of both parties, this phone call was very unnatural.

"Feng Zi, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Mingliang asked.

"Something happened." Zhang Jue said while eating braised noodles with tomatoes, "Fatty, have you heard of MRW?"

"WTF?"

"MRW."

"What the hell is that?"

"Should be a writer." Zhang Jue said, he didn't hold out any hope, after all, Zhang Mingliang didn't like reading more than he did.

Sure enough, there was silence for a while, and then there was a resentful voice.

"Feng Zi, is there a thermometer next to you?"

"Cao, I didn't burn my head!"

Zhang Jue cursed and was about to hang up the phone when he remembered that tonight would be the end of the world, so he couldn't help asking, "Where are you now?"

"Drinking with colleagues outside, these bastards are too drunk, I'm hiding in the toilet, I guess I won't be able to go back tonight."

"Then you just stay in the toilet, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, don't go anywhere, you know?"

"what's the situation?"

"There's so much bullshit, just do it!"

"Got it!"

Zhang Mingliang was still the same as in high school, unconditionally obeying Zhang Jue's words.

Zhang Jue didn't know if it was because of his own words that he was able to survive, but saying one more word was always better than nothing.

A day later, still no progress.

But Zhang Jue wasn't too depressed.

Anyway, there is plenty of time, sooner or later he will know the truth of the matter.

And most importantly, tonight is the night of the full moon, and he is about to witness the doomsday with his own eyes.

The time came to eleven o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Jue, who had been tossing around all afternoon, came to the terrace on the top floor of his building.

There are still traces left after the barbecue in the corner, probably the tenants of this building are having a carnival here again.

But the winter night is already very cold, and after the cool wind blows, there is no one on the terrace.

Zhang Jue looked up, and there was a dark cloud in the sky.

The round moon hides behind the dark clouds, occasionally showing up, and sprinkles the cold moonlight on the earth.

Everything is so quiet, peaceful.

Zhang Jue couldn't help thinking of that woman's screen name.

Yueqing City.

Qingcheng in January, Qingcheng in January.

But Zhang Jue also knew that this bright moon would turn into seven soon.

Seven red moons.

Everything starts from here.

He finally had the opportunity to witness this moment with his own eyes.

At 11:30, the temperature became lower and lower.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the light of the moon illuminated the positive land.

Countless people are watching the moon at home or outside.

At eleven fifty, the temperature plummeted.

The body temperature is more than ten degrees lower than just now.

At 55:[-], the moon in the sky began to dim.

A red halo radiated from the center of the moon to the surroundings.

Six red moons loom around it.

59:59:[-].

The seven red moons became extremely clear, and a powerful spiritual force spread from the sky

At the same time, Zhang Jue received a WeChat message.

It was Zhang Mingliang who sent it to him.

There is only one line above.

"Feng Zi, do you still remember the one we read in high school that was written in a notebook? I seem to remember that on the title page of that notebook, there are those three letters, MRW."

……

There are probably a few chapters left, and I suddenly feel a little bit reluctant.

Chapter 499 High School Era

The clock struck twelve at midnight.

Huge spiritual power emanates from the seven red moons.

Zhang Jue was standing on the roof, staring at the seven round moons.

He felt a violent blow to his head.

It was as if someone had tapped him on the back of the head with a brick.

He gritted his teeth in pain, almost cried out, almost fainted, and managed to stabilize his figure.

With a "click", the pointer of his watch moved forward by one frame, and the time came to February 2221, 2.

But apart from his own suffering, the world seemed to have changed little.

He looked down from the top of the building, and although it was already midnight, he could still see sporadic passers-by walking in the community, and he could still hear their voices talking, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about everyone.

???

What's happening here?

Zhang Jue couldn't believe his eyes, he rushed down from the roof immediately.

10 minutes later, he confirmed the situation.

Really nothing has changed.

People around are normal, they don't even notice that the moon has turned red.

Zhang Jue browsed the Internet, and the forums also responded as usual. Everyone was discussing the resignation of Teb Kaopu.

As far as the timeline of this world is concerned, it hasn't been long since this incident happened.

But for Zhang Jue, it seemed that he had returned to three or four years ago.

Zhang Jue looked up at the seven red moons, so what are they?The "doomsday" tailored for yourself, no one else can see it?

He took out his phone and dialed Zhang Mingliang's number again.

"Hey, Feng Zi, I'm home."

Zhang Mingliang's drunken voice came from the other side of the phone, probably a little too drunk.

"Do you see anything unusual about the moon in the sky?" Zhang Jue asked bluntly.

"Yes, I, Cao, I discovered just now that the moon is too fucking bright tonight!" Zhang Mingliang said, "It's almost as bright as my light bulb."

"Aside from that, is there anything wrong with the color? What about the quantity?"

"The color of the moon? The quantity?" After hearing Zhang Jue's words, Zhang Mingliang instantly woke up from the wine, "I said Feng Zi, what's wrong with you tonight, do you want my buddy to accompany you to see the doctor tomorrow?"

"Get out." Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue was finally sure that only he could see the abnormality of the moon, and it didn't affect anyone else at all.

Well, he was the one who crossed over before, and this world became the end.

Now he's back, everyone's fine, he's been tricked.

Fortunately, there have been no side effects so far.

After confirming this matter, Zhang Jue was not in a hurry.

So I asked Zhang Mingliang about the three letters.

When Zhang Jue was in school, technology was not so advanced.

There are no computers or mobile phones, and people are still very simple.

As a student, the biggest entertainment is to go to the store to rent a few novels to read, including Jin Yong, Gu Long, "Dragon Race" and "The Law of Demons", and these novels cannot escape being torn apart in the end.

Of course, there are also some students who are unwilling to read other people's works, so they also write some things by themselves, just like most Internet writers nowadays.

It's just that the conditions were limited at that time, and they could only write in notebooks for others to circulate.

Of course, those who can reach the level of "circulation" show that the level of writing is good. Although from the current point of view, the writing style is quite immature, but among the peers, it seems to be quite good.

Zhang Jue's father is a "third-rate" mystery writer, and he is on the publishing route, so he doesn't like these things.

But Zhang Mingliang was different. At that time, he read it day and night, no matter what kind of novel it was, he never refused it.

Among them was a brown notebook.

Because time has passed so long, he can't remember the specific content, but what he still vaguely remembers is that on the title page of the notebook, there are three large subtitles—MRW written in vermilion ballpoint pen.

And also because of time, the owner of this notebook, who wrote this novel, he can't remember.

The only thing that is certain is that he borrowed it from the classmate next door.

This is very important information.

Zhang Jue immediately set the scope to the very small scope of his high school classmates.

The next task is to find the list of alumni at that time, and then check them one by one.

It may be a little difficult for an ordinary person to find a list of high school classmates from about ten years ago.

But for Zhang Jue, it was a piece of cake.

Because he has his own dog in a certain bureau.

If you want to ask why he can have a dog leg in the bureau, it is actually very simple.

It is to pretend to be a woman who has lost her footing, and send some things that will be harmonized through the published phone number and the other party's WeChat. As long as the other party hooks up and replies, it will be considered a success-of course, he also learned this skill from his father.

As long as it's not too much, the dog legs will help him handle it.

In fact, before he entered junior high school or high school, he had already controlled the situation in the school through his dog legs, and divided some people who opposed the Fengzi League into different classes.

Then through his superb skills, he became the boss of the Anti-Fengzi Alliance.

After hanging up the phone, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Naturally, Zhang Jue couldn't fall asleep, and lay on the bed tossing and turning.

Every time I come back suddenly like this, I don't know what's going on in the world over there.

Woke up in a daze, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

He cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and added an egg, thinking that no matter how busy the unit was, it would be time for him to go to work.

Zhang Jue dialed the number of his son-in-law.

Gou Zuizi was very sensitive to Zhang Jue's voice. After confirming that it was him, he lowered his voice and said, "What are you going to do? If you pester me again, I will call the police!"

The other party was so arrogant, but Zhang Jue laughed: "Okay, you can report it, or I can report it for you. Do you want the police to arrest me for blackmail? You know very well that I have not cared about it for so many years." You need a penny, but our chat records and photos, I have saved a lot—"

"That's enough, that's enough! What do you want to do this time!" The other party obviously didn't want to continue talking about this topic. He already knew very well what it means to make a mistake and end up with eternal hatred. If he was given another chance, he would never give it again. Zhang Jue posted a photo of himself.