I'm In Charge of SCP

Chapter 1 "Trial"

"Name."

"Zhang Jue." (jué)

"Age."

"26."

"Home address."

"No. 28, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City."

"I repeat, there is no such place called Jianghai City."

"Ah, sir, I've said it many times. I've lost my memory. I only remember these and forgot everything else."

Inside the interrogation room, Zhang Jue sat slumped in his chair with handcuffs, his eyes looked empty, the look of pending death. Obviously, this was not the first time this kind of conversation had taken place.

"Kid, I advise you to straighten your attitude and answer the questions properly." The interrogator slapped the table and pointed to the eight big letters behind him, "See where this is! Do you want to go to jail?"

Zhang Jue still looked empty and did not change in the slightest because of the other party's threat. "I don't know where this is." He said lazily, "But I do know that you are not a police, and this is not a police station."

When Zhang Jue finished, the interrogator's face changed slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

"Let's put it this way." Zhang Jue said, "I've been in the police station more times than you've peeked into your mother's shower, and I can smell a cop with my eyes closed, and you-" he extended his index finger and shook it, "are not. "

The interrogator sat up straight: "Kid, don't play tricks with me. You'll only suffer if you don't cooperate."

Zhang Jue smiled: "If you want me to cooperate, then I will. Find someone with a higher level to talk to me. While you, you aren't qualified enough. So go home and play video games."

The interrogator slapped the table and wanted to go forward to teach Zhang Jue a lesson, and then a voice came from his headset. He stopped and replied in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I understand."

The interrogator gave Zhang Jue a fierce glare, opened the door, and walked out of the interrogation room. Zhang Jue watched the interrogator walk out of the room and shrugged his shoulders.

The reason he was in this place was not that he had been kidnapped, but because he had run into trouble - to be precise, he had crossed over. To put it mildly, it was probably because he'd had a dream in which he'd been chased by a giant black lizard and had managed to escape, and when he'd woken up, he'd arrived here.

He was brought to the world of SCP.

SCP, known as the SCP Foundation, was a mysterious organization that operates without the interference of any state authority and aims to contain anomalies, events, individuals, etc., in the world, and was collectively called "anomalous objects" or SCPs. The black lizard that chased him was one of the SCPs, the SCP-682 known as The Hard to Destroy Reptile.

None of the things The SCP Foundation contains are easy to handle, and some of them can even cause world-class disasters if they are released. Such as The Shy Guy that if you saw it and it will kill you regardless, and a statue that if you do not look at it and it will spontaneously move behind you to break your neck. Like those sealed supreme deities, reality benders whose minds can control anything according to their will, and those kinds of anomalies that kill you when you touch them or even die when you know about them.

As far as he knew, the SCP Foundation had rebooted the world at least twice because it couldn't handle the containment. Compared to them, the Hard to Destroy Reptile or SCP-682, which just can't be killed physically, is as friendly as a kitten.