Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

And Paul Kim at the last moment,

They figured out how to use information as projectiles, and ultimately succeeded in neutralizing it.

"It had been eating away at the leadership of the Antimemetics Division," the old lady told him with a smile.

"It will target some dangerous person sooner or later. Congratulations on showing the most basic ability in front of it. Many people can't even do this."

I was madly recalling the extra memories in my mind.

gradually,

The identity of the old lady in front of him also became clear.

This Marion Wheeler is the head of the Antimemetics Division.

She is Kim's new boss.

Chapter 5: Shock to O! What on earth happened in the Antimemetics Division?

See here,

The audience from all over the world were shocked and puzzled!

Three-body universe.

Earth.

"So, what he is reading now is the memory of the person named Kim?"

Luo Ji looked at the light screen thoughtfully:

"From the name of the Antimemetics Division, it is most likely a department that specializes in dealing with antimemetic hazards."

But doubts also arise.

Why did Dr. Clef, a senior researcher at the Foundation, say he knew nothing about this?

Doesn't he know about the Antimemetics Division?

Or is the Antimemetics Division a secret of the Foundation?

All kinds of doubts filled Luo Ji's mind.

This new task aroused great interest in him, an ordinary person.

Marvel Universe.

SHIELD.

"WTF? That Researcher Kim neutralized a Keter-class containment?"

Natasha's eyes widened in shock.

Nick Fury looked at the description of SCP-4739 on the screen.

I was also shocked inside.

"Drag the victim into an antimemetic zone to isolate them from the outside world, making the victim and all their actions undetectable or unmemorable, and then devour the victim's memory and knowledge until the victim becomes a vegetable and dies."

As he read, his expression became more and more horrified:

"This guy can actually devour other people's memories without them knowing?"

A previous project subconsciously emerged in his mind——

SCP-3000, Anandashesha!

Apart from its unusually large size, the most frightening thing about that item is its ability to invisibly affect cognition and devour memory!

"Could it be that SCP-4739, like SCP-3000, is an antimemetic entity?"

wrong!

He suddenly realized that

SCP-4739 has been neutralized!

Then,

What exactly is this mission?

In the light curtain.

After reading Kim's memory, Feng Bujue's reaction became much more natural.

"I would say this is pure luck," Feng Bujue said.

"I want to say I just threw my phone out there. It was instinct. It was muscle memory. It was my first day on the job. I was damn lucky... That's what I want to say."

As he spoke, he paused, and an inexplicable expression appeared on his face:

"But I'm sitting here now, thinking about all these things. None of them are true, are they?"

Wheeler waited expectantly, saying nothing.

"You are not my new boss." Feng Bujue said,

"You are my boss."

He looked around, taking in everything in the room, and said calmly:

"This isn't my first day on the job, either. I've been working here for... well, at least ten years, right?"

As he spoke, he sighed:

"I think I've been a professional antimemetics researcher since at least the twenties. It's just that Grey devoured all my memories since my first day on the job. And even then..."

He looked at Wheeler and breathed a sigh of relief: "Even so, you still lecture us over and over again."

"I don't think luck had anything to do with what happened that time," Wheeler said with a smile.

"Instinct and muscle memory are just the result of deep training. Like I said before, it's just the most basic ability.

The ability to piece your life and all your past knowledge back together faster than most people can. That's what we want to drill into you.

And sometimes, thank God, it works.”

"This isn't even the first time we've had this conversation," Feng Bujue continued.

"There have been other incidents before. With other SCPs that cause amnesia. You've sat there before, watching me slowly put myself back together."

"And it hasn't been that long," Wheeler admitted, with a hint of smugness.

See here,

The audience in the chat group finally came to their senses.

Then they started discussing it immediately.

"What? So this guy has been working in the Antimemetics Division for more than ten years?"

"Damn it, doesn't it mean that every time I'm affected by antimemes, I'll lose my memory, and even forget that I'm a member of the Antimemetics Division?"

“How many times have you taken this class?”

"Damn, the members of the Antimemetics Division are suffering so much, right? They can't even preserve their memories intact."

Until then,

The audience finally understood what Dr. Wheeler said:

How do you contain an entity you can't record or remember?

How do you fight an untouchable enemy that is so perfectly disguised that you don't even know you are fighting it?

In the screen,

Feng Bujue's expression was a little subtle:

“How long does it usually take me to recover?”

"A few months," Wheeler said.

“But if you want to be honest, people in this department are back to being the same the next day.

You either come to work at full capacity or never come again.

The rest is just a matter of subtle adjustments and chemistry.”

"So what you mean is that you don't care about my mental state at all and want me to come back to work right now." Feng Bujue sighed.

Wheeler nodded.

"First, I need an updated SCP entry.

I need you to understand Grey's hunting pattern and how exactly you defeat him.

I hope you can figure out what it did with the bodies, whether it burned them, disintegrated them, or just left them around the site to rot without anyone noticing.

I also need a plan in case it comes back.”

"It's not dead yet? Wait," Feng was stunned for a moment, then said thoughtfully:

"I think I understand. He will come back. Ideas never die."

Wheeler nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Very good, you haven't forgotten this, but before that, please accompany me to a meeting!"

Feng nodded subconsciously.

It wasn't until Wheeler left the room that he realized his dream.

He looked at his hands, then looked around.

murmured:

"Is this my reaction or Kim's?"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised slightly:

"interesting"

As the light curtain dimmed,

The discussion in the chat group became increasingly heated.

Although we have not yet received information about the actual mission,

But most people have realized that

This mission is definitely related to the so-called Anti-Memetics Department.

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"Antimemes, these things are so abstract."

Watson shook his head with emotion: "If I were to participate in such a project, I would probably die without knowing what the mission is."

"Don't underestimate yourself,"

Holmes tapped his pipe and said calmly:

"You didn't get the answer, maybe just because you didn't get enough information."

"how about you?"

"Of course I don't have one either!" Holmes paused, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the light screen:

"But I think that perhaps it was some extremely powerful antimeme that caused the entire Antimemetics Division to disappear from the Foundation's memory."

"Can I have a cigarette?"

This time the receptionist glanced at Wheeler.

"No," she said.

"You—no, smoking is strictly prohibited in Site 200. Just because this is an administrative building doesn't mean the people inside don't care about their lungs or labor laws."

Feng Bujue, who was standing by, looked at the stubborn old lady with a strange expression.

Because this was the second time the other party asked in just one hour.

He looked at the heavily guarded Site-200 in front of him, which was completely different in appearance from other sites, with curiosity on his face.

This was the meeting that Wheeler had told him about.

What kind of meeting is it?