I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

"Give me a personnel file of the students of the Independent High School ten years ago. There is no detailed file, but the roster is fine."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"If you ask again, I will post your photo on the Internet tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I don't ask, I don't ask, when do you want it?"

"Before get off work today."

"So fast? Impossible."

"I have your picture."

"Okay, okay, I've convinced you—"

After some friendly exchanges, Zhang Jue successfully achieved his goal.

Before sunset, a form was sent to Zhang Jue's cell phone.

Thank God, the student information at that time has been added to the electronic archive, if it is still the old file, Zhang Jue will also have some headaches.

After Gu Qian got the form, Zhang Jue quickly glanced at everyone's names.

Some familiar names came into view.

After not seeing each other for ten years, Zhang Jue can't remember their appearance very much, but they can always bring back some memories.

But Zhang Jue is not a hypocritical person, and he doesn't have time to think about those things now.

He wanted to use this list to recall the classmate next door who wrote the novel.

Because of his father's training, Zhang Jue has mastered the palace memory method since he was a child, and he can seal up some unused memories.

Find it when you need it.

For longer memories, you need a little "introduction" or "trigger" to trigger.

That's what this list does.

Every name, after being processed by Zhang Jue's brain, will become a three-dimensional person.

Their personalities and how they behaved in the world, all clearly appeared in Zhang Jue's mind, exactly.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and felt as if he had returned to his high school days.

……

"Hey, hey, have you finished your homework?"

"Whoever wrote that thing, feed the dog."

"Hey, have you guys watched the game? The Heat won the championship!"

"With that lineup, my grandma can get a ring back when she goes up."

"Cut—then your grandma has good legs and feet—"

"Where's the novel from yesterday? Whose is it? I haven't finished it yet."'

"Hey, stop talking, let the teacher confiscate it."

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, looked at the students around him, and sneered suddenly.

This time travel is too childish.

When the eyes are closed and opened, the time, place and people have all changed.

Zhang Jue was sitting in his seat, in front of him was a copy of "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation", and on the blackboard were the questions that the teacher hadn't finished talking about in the last class.

Needless to say, this was high school for sure.

Before Zhang Jue had time to say a few words to these classmates who hadn't seen him for many years, he heard someone shouting outside: "Feng Zi, come out, we will challenge you one-on-one!"

Zhang Jue glanced out of the window and recognized who the big tall man was - one of the small leaders of many anti-sealing organizations, who didn't even deserve a name.

If it was in high school, he wouldn't even look at each other, because their battle line had already been torn apart by him. This tall man certainly didn't know that half of his younger brothers were Zhang Jue's people.

But this time, Zhang Jue stood up from his seat and walked straight out.

The tall man was immediately frightened by Zhang Jue's aura, and stood at the door unable to move for a while.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue ignored him and walked past him, scaring everyone into a cold sweat.

"Hey, do you feel that something is wrong with Feng Zi today." A female classmate said.

"Someday he won't be a lunatic." Her deskmate complained.

"No, don't you guys think that his eyes were so handsome just now, like Song Zhongji."

"anthomaniac."

Zhang Jue went straight to the teacher's office.

He didn't come here for the purpose of going back to high school, going to college, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

It was get out of class time, and several teachers were joking in the office.

Seeing Zhang Jue appearing at the door, everyone felt as if they were facing an enemy.

Zhang Jue's "notoriety" was not only widely spread among the students, but also the teachers.

Zhang Jue smiled and said to his head teacher: "Mr. Liu, can you please return the confiscated novel to me? To tell you the truth, I have a literary dream——"

When Zhang Jue spoke nonsense, his face didn't turn red and his heart skipped a beat.

Teacher Liu, the head teacher, was taken aback by what he said. He confiscated [-] or [-] novels, and he didn't know which one Zhang Jue wanted.

Since entering the office, Zhang Jue's gaze has been fixed on the brown notebook.

With a glance in his eyes, Teacher Liu handed him the notebook in a strange way.

After he left, the teachers realized that they were overwhelmed by a student.

Although the body has become immature, but after experiencing so many earth-shattering things, and even becoming a god himself, Zhang Jue's aura has become different in every gesture of his hands and feet.

No need for him to deliberately distribute it, the people around him will soon be able to feel it.

Zhang Jue was walking on the corridor of the school, but no one dared to stand in front of him, and everyone involuntarily made way for him.

Zhang Jue found a secluded place, opened the notebook, and looked at the three letters written in red pen on the title page, Zhang Jue frowned involuntarily.

The brush strokes are exactly the same as the tattoos on Yu Hongbo and the artist.

He can already be sure that the two are the same thing.

He didn't rush to find the author, but sat aside and began to read seriously.

It is still a strange adventure story, but it is probably because it was written earlier, so the writing style is more immature.

The main story of the story is about an ancient god who was sealed in a stone statue for many years, and was later unintentionally released by a young man with eyes above the top to cause harm to the world.

Because it was written in a notebook, it only has about a dozen or 20 words, which is not too long.

I can read and know people. Although the handwriting is relatively delicate, it should be written by a boy, and he is a very introverted boy.

With the scope narrowed to such an extent, Zhang Jue could almost determine his target.

Ma Ruowen, a classmate in the liberal arts class next door.

MRW is the initials of his name.

Zhang Jue knew Ma Ruowen, or the whole grade knew him.

His family was poor, and he still wore single clothes in winter, and then his trousers were ripped off by a group of bad boys and thrown into a snowdrift.

Although Zhang Jue has a perverse and cynical personality, he has never been a person who can bully the weak.

On the contrary, he strongly opposes campus bullying.

Otherwise, Zhang Mingliang would not be saved.

At that time, he was the one who helped Ma Ruowen up.

This was also the only intersection between the two, so Zhang Jue couldn't figure it out.

If Ma Ruowen was really related to this MRW—or, in other words, he was the leader of the MRW organization, why did he want to kill himself?

Zhang Jue was lowering his head in thought when he saw a pair of worn-out canvas shoes appearing in front of him.

He raised his head, just in time to see Ma Ruowen's expressionless face.

"Student, can you return the notebook to me?"

……

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, Shuyou 0912, Daoyou 6bu6 and several other bigwigs for their rewards.

Chapter 500 Finale (Eve)

After procrastinating for a few days, I also stroked the previous line. There are about three chapters left in the [-]-word chapter.

……

"Can you return that notebook to me?" Ma Ruowen said.

Zhang Jue sat on the seat and looked at him, closed the notebook and handed it over, smiling.

"do we know each other?"

Ma Ruowen reached out to take the notebook.

"do not know."

The brief contact between the two was very ordinary, and no violent conflict broke out.

However, Zhang Jue can almost confirm that MRW represents Ma Ruowen.

No reason, just intuition.

Then there is a very direct question.

Ma Ruowen is from this world, how could he set up an organization in another world and hunt him down?

Could it be that he is also a god, or even an upper god who can affect two worlds at the same time?

Even so, what was his motive for killing himself.

Is it just because I saved him once?

Is this god a masochist?Also have M tendencies?

There is no doubt that this question has touched Zhang Jue's knowledge blind spot.

He kept thinking, but didn't get an answer that could convince him.

Zhang Jue thought about it, but couldn't figure it out. He felt that the best way was to ask Ma Ruowen directly.

No matter what kind of creature he is, he must always speak the basic law.

Zhang Jue made up his mind and stood up, only to realize that the sky had already darkened.

The flow of time in this world seems to be wrong, but Zhang Jue has no time to pay attention to that kind of thing.

Since things like time travel can happen, what else is unreasonable?

The school bell rang, and Zhang Jue and other students walked out of the school gate.

It was getting very dark, and the street lights at the gate were turned on. Zhang Jue searched for Ma Ruowen among the many students at the school gate.

After a while, he saw the thin figure.

Ma Ruowen walked alone on the edge of the Yonglu Road, and the classmates beside him were talking and laughing, only he lowered his head, and his whole body exuded a lonely atmosphere, as if he was out of tune with the whole world.

Just as Zhang Jue was thinking about going over, he was suddenly put on his shoulders.

"Feng Zi, what are you going to eat for a while?" Zhang Mingliang said.

In high school, the two of them ate dinner together, but today Zhang Jue couldn't be with him.

"I still have something to do, you go first."

"Well, see you tomorrow then."

Zhang Jue nodded: "See you tomorrow."