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Chapter 1

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"Name."

"Zhang Jue."

"Age."

“26。”

"Home address."

"Jianghai City, 28 Huanhua Street."

"I'll say it again, there is no such place as Jianghai City."

"Sir, I've said it many times, I lost my memory, I only remember this, I forgot everything else."

In the interrogation room, Zhang Jue was sitting on a chair with handcuffs on. His eyes narrowed, he looked like he was about to die.

Obviously, this wasn't the first time they had this kind of conversation.

"Boy, I advise you to correct your attitude and answer the question properly." The interrogator slammed the table and pointed to the words "Leniency for those who confess", "Look at where you are! Do you want to go to jail? "

Zhang Jue still looked like he was about to die, he didn't change his attitude at all because of the other party's threat.

"I don't know where this is." He said lazily, "But I know that you are not a police officer, and this is not the police station."

After Zhang Jue said that, the interrogator's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Let's put it this way." Zhang Jue said, "The number of times I've been to the police station is more than the number of times you've peeked at your mother taking a shower. I can smell the police even with my eyes closed, but you —" He stretched out his index finger and shook it.

The interrogator sat up straight, "Boy, don't play tricks. If you don't cooperate, you'll only suffer."

Zhang Jue smiled, "If you want me to cooperate, sure, but you have to find someone with a higher rank to talk to me. You're not qualified, go home and play video games."

The interrogator slammed the table and wanted to teach Zhang Jue a lesson, but then a voice came from his headset. He stopped and whispered, "Okay, okay, I got it."

The interrogator glared at Zhang Jue, opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room.

Zhang Jue looked at the interrogator walking out of the room and shrugged.

The reason why he was locked up in this place was not because he was kidnapped, but because he was in trouble — to be precise, he traveled through time.

Speaking of which, it was probably because he had a dream. In the dream, he was chased by a large black lizard and was lucky enough to escape. When he woke up, he was here.

He was brought to the SCP world.

The SCP, also known as the SCP Foundation, was a mysterious organization. Its operations were not under the jurisdiction of any country. Its goal was to contain abnormal phenomena, events, individuals, and so on in the world. They were collectively known as "anomalies", or SCPs.

The black lizard that was chasing after him was one of the anomalies of the SCP, SCP-682, also known as the Undying Lizard.

In fact, none of the things stored by the SCP Foundation were easy to deal with. Some of them could even cause a world-class disaster if they were released.

For example, a shy person who would kill you if you saw it, or a statue that would teleport behind you and break your neck if you didn't look at it.

For example, the sealed supreme divinity, the reality distorters who got what they wanted, and the memetic anomalies that would kill them if they were touched or even known about.

As far as he knew, the SCP Foundation had already rebooted the world at least twice because they couldn't deal with anomalies.

Compared to them, the Undying Lizard that couldn't be killed physically was as friendly as a kitten.

Since he traveled through time and space, his identity was suspicious, so the SCP Foundation was conducting a comprehensive investigation and evaluation on him.

After the interrogator left, a tall man in a white lab coat came in. He was tall and muscular, obviously someone who worked out all year round.

His clothes were clearly different from the previous interrogator, he seemed to be a researcher.

"Yo, you've got a new fitness instructor this time" Zhang Jue continued to trash talk. "Don't you have any normal people here?"

The researcher walked behind the desk and sat down: "You can call me Professor Li, but I have to remind you, don't act like that, it won't work on me.

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