Chapter 10
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It was foggy.
Zhang Jue realized that he was in a dream. When he dreamt of SCP682, he was also in a similar situation.
He was standing at a crossroads.
Countless people walked past him. They all had dull eyes and expressionless faces. They looked like walking corpses.
"Hey!"
Zhang Jue tried to pull a person's shoulder, wanting to talk to him, but that person seemed to have boundless strength. He walked straight ahead, causing Zhang Jue to stagger.
“fvck！”
Zhang Jue cursed, but he knew that these people did not look like people he could communicate with.
"Where am I?" Zhang Jue was curious.
He observed for a while and found that most of the people walking around were Caucasians. The architectural style was Gothic. He guessed that he was in a European country.
Zhang Jue wandered around for a while and found a road sign. However, he did not recognize the words on it.
It looked like it was written in French. This confirmed his speculation.
"So I'm in France? How did this place become like this? Are they filming a sci-fi movie? "
Guessing was useless. Zhang Jue decided to follow someone to see where they were going.
Zhang Jue chose a middle-aged woman in her 40s. He followed her all the way to an office building. Looking at the national flag flying in front of the building, he confirmed his speculation.
The lady seemed to be a government employee. Zhang Jue followed behind her and passed through various checkpoints. Everyone turned a blind eye to him. Only the various gates were still working normally.
Zhang Jue followed her to the office. There were already a few employees sitting in their seats.
Their computers were not turned on. They were sitting in front of their computers, motionless like zombies.
For a normal person, this scene was a bit scary. It would be considered brave if they did not pee their pants. However, Zhang Jue was not afraid. Instead, he put his hand in front of the woman's eyes.
There was no reaction.
Zhang Jue started to make all kinds of funny gestures. He almost took off his pants.
There was still no reaction.
"Motherf * cker!"
Zhang Jue picked up a chair and smashed it on the table next to the lady.
"Bang!" Zhang Jue's ears hurt from the loud noise. However, both the female employee and her colleagues were staring at the computer that had not been turned on.
"You win!"
This time, Zhang Jue could finally confirm that their five senses had been completely sealed. Even if he were to do a striptease, no one would care about him.
Although anything could happen in a dream, Zhang Jue felt that something was wrong.
These people were too realistic. Was this really a dream?
He pushed the lady away, sat in front of the computer, and pressed the power button.
The computer turned on normally and showed that it needed a password. Zhang Jue didn't even think about it and entered 123456.
The password was correct. After the computer froze for a few seconds, the desktop popped up.
Zhang Jue opened the calendar. The date was February 21, 2221.
He found the female employee's work log on the desktop. The date of the last entry was February 1, 2221. It was the date of his transmigration.
In other words, from that day onwards, this world was not normal.
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