Chapter 99
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It was foggy. Zhang Jue had returned to his own world for the third time.
This time, he appeared in the screening room of a movie theater.
He was in the middle of the screen.
And opposite him, dozens of "spectators" stared straight at him.
It was as if there were captions on his face.
Zhang Jue was already used to this situation.
These zombies did not attack, they were not contagious, they posed no threat to him. They were no different from the models on the street.
What he was concerned about was that these people seemed to have black hair and black eyes.
They looked like they were Asian, but he did not know which country they were from.
Zhang Jue walked out of the movie theater and onto the street. Looking at the 2D zombies on the street, he confirmed his location.
Even though it was foggy, he could still tell that it was around noon.
Countless "zombies" walked past him, but Zhang Jue ignored them.
He found a subway station and looked at the English names of the stations. He then pinpointed his location to a very hot place.
What should he do now?
Find a computer.
He clearly remembered that before he woke up last time, he saw that there were people replying to his post. Could it be that there were still "survivors" in this world?
This question had been lingering in his mind.
This time, he had to confirm it.
If he could talk to them directly, he would be able to get first-hand information about what happened. It was much more reliable than guessing.
He randomly found a store on the street. After he went in, he found that the store was selling audio and video products. There were many familiar faces printed on the cover of the products.
But Zhang Jue was not in the mood to support the original version. He could only say hello to them for now and make an appointment to fight another time.
The owner behind the counter was a greasy middle-aged man. His computer was on and he seemed to be playing games.
Like the others, he was unconscious and just sat there blankly.
Zhang Jue pushed him and his chair away, then found a chair and sat in front of the computer.
According to his timeline in the SCP world, it had been a few months since he last returned to this world, but the flow of time here seemed to be different from the SCP world. He opened the calendar and found that it had only been a week since he first returned to this world.
As usual, Zhang Jue changed the search engine to Chinese and opened the forum he frequented.
The notification was still there.
"There are new replies to your post, please click to check them."
Zhang Jue put the mouse on it. He was a bit nervous.
He clicked and the page jumped.
He prayed silently in his heart that it wasn't an advertisement or something similar. Otherwise, he would definitely smash the computer.
The page loaded.... Zhang Jue couldn't wait to scroll to the bottom..
. and not a robot, Zhang Jue let out a sigh of relief.
He smacked the table excitedly and shook his innocent hands.
The title of his post was: Are there still people in this world? Please reply, over!
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