Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

It is the opposite of the unthinkable, the unforgettable. We know our bombs are designed to counter this. We ask the Overseers for instructions."

The old man's voice was filled with emotion.

It sounds like pride, but also with emotion:

"Eight days after the Crisis, the Foundation requisitioned us. All of this classified research, all of the material resources, all of the senior personnel who were willing to comply, including me. Anyone who didn't comply was mind-wiped and sent back to the military."

He looked at the two of them, especially the one with wide eyes.

It's like returning to that night again.

Another great feat for the Antimemetics Division.

He said proudly:

"Twenty hours after the levy, we deployed the second bomb and the cult was gone."

"No one remembers, no one remembers being involved, zero casualties. A complete explosion."

Chapter 93: The Sacred Starfish, the Complete Pentagon, the Walker in the Fifth Dimension, the Stars and the Dreams Above the Sky

As soon as this word comes out,

The audience in the chat group was stunned at first.

Then the scene exploded instantly.

"WTF? One bomb wiped out an entire cult?"

"The key point is that not only did they kill the cult members, they also erased the cult from the concept itself."

"Oh my God, is this an antimemetic weapon? This is too much!"

"No wonder it's named the Incredible One, this is too incredible!"

The Adventures of Jackie Chan.

District Thirteen.

"What? Can the conceptual existence be eliminated?"

Sheriff Blake was stunned.

Until then,

Only then did he know,

How powerful is the Antimemetics Division!

But that's why he is so confused.

Since the Antimemetics Division has such powerful weapons, why is there such a dilemma now?

"Everything really kicked off after that. Once we started working for the Foundation, research accelerated dramatically.

Every new technological advancement revealed new hidden SCPs. I passed the Foundation's field test and joined the ghost hunting team. My life completely changed. I—"

Having said this, the old man suddenly froze.

He blinked hard.

He closed one eye, then the other.

He seemed to have thought of something:

"There's an SCP your department has never seen. This SCP my department has failed to contain, the escapee. That's what you wanted, isn't it, Wheeler?"

Feng Bujue clearly felt Dr. Wheeler's emotional fluctuations.

The audience in the chat group were also shocked and puzzled!

Escaper!

Isn't this the project name of SCP-3125?

It turns out that this thing had been discovered by the Antimemetics Division decades ago?

even say,

Is this the thing that caused the Antimemetics Division's current predicament?

"Yes," she said. "That's what I'm going to achieve by killing you."

The old man looked into her eyes.

"It ate my sector alive. It came so hard and fast, the only way we could stop it was to self-destruct. But we didn't have on-site nukes, which, now that I think about it, was probably because the SCP ate our nukes in the first place."

The audience heard this.

Everyone frowned secretly.

Ate a nuclear weapon?

"If you know it exists, it knows you exist. The more you know about it, the more it knows about you. If you can see it, it can see you. And you can see it. You've been watching it all afternoon."

At this point, the old voice has completely turned into a murmur.

The voice just fell,

Feng Bujue and Wheeler's faces suddenly changed.

Feng Bujue suddenly became aware of their surroundings.

There were only three of them on board.

The ship was anchored a thousand meters deeper than the lake shore.

They didn't bring any support.

A radiating, tingling sensation occurs in the brain.

If even Site-200 and the O5's office have been invaded by that thing,

No reason

"Red alert. Why didn't I bring backup? This doesn't make sense." Wheeler's tone was a little dazed and painful.

Feng Bujue also looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He had no fear, but he was also aware that something was wrong.

Wheeler even pulled out his gun and pointed it at the old man's head: "Where is it? Inside you?"

Feng Bujue looked around vigilantly.

A calm lake,

A gentle breeze,

Warm sunshine,

What went wrong?

Just then, the old man's voice became urgent.

He closed his eyes again.

"The only way to destroy it is to destroy all knowledge related to it. The easy way to bring it back is to restore my memory!"

Wheeler retreated to the other side of the boat and splashed water on Marness' head. "E1. Are you still there?"

“There is a way to fix it,” the old man croaked, falling to his knees.

His eyes screwed together and he groped forward blindly, on his hands and knees.

"E1, you need to tell me what this thing is."

"That's exactly the opposite of what you're supposed to do," the old man said. "You're going to set off another bomb."

"We don't have that kind of bomb, we have lost that kind of technology--" Wheeler began, but was interrupted by the old man.

The old man shouted:

"You already have it! There's an engineering lab at Site 41. You know. In an underground building the size of a football field. Untouched, completely abandoned. Why? Think about it. That's where you planted the bomb."

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

Ok?

Holmes' expression froze!

Site41?

Another antimemetic bomb?

He soon realized that the existence of this thing seemed to be affected by the anti-meme.

So much so that even the current Minister of Antimemetics has forgotten its existence!

Could this be what that guy did too?

Thinking of this,

Holmes' expression became serious.

He has realized that this time SCP-3125 seems to possess extraordinary intelligence!

This is undoubtedly bad news!

"But that would just put us back where we were. If I detonate it."

Wheeler said, thinking that he was thousands of miles away from there and there was no way he could get there in time.

She gritted her teeth:

"How are we going to contain this thing?"

"We won't,"

the old man cried out.

"We can't do it. We never have! Don't you understand? The whole department is going in circles! We set up the department and dive into this thing. Either it eats us, or we wipe ourselves out to save ourselves. Humanity has been trapped in this problem over and over again before the forties. Maybe it's been hundreds of years!"

The old man’s words instantly caused an uproar among the audience in the chat group.

Yes!

If such a powerful anti-meme really exists,

So how did the Antimemetics Division determine that they were the first department to deal with antimemes?

Who can guarantee their self-proclaimed success every time?

Hasn't this been repeated over and over again for hundreds of years?

on the screen.

Feng Bujue also held a gun,

Although he has not yet completely figured out what the mission is,

But through the information he got now, he already had a vague concept in his mind!

unfortunately,

The current situation did not allow him to think.

Too late!

puff~

In front of the two of them,

A waving tentacle wrapped in black hair stretched out from the old man's left eye!

"what!!!"

the old man screamed.

He grabbed the tentacle with both hands, trying to tear it apart.

But it is solid, like there are bones in it.

"What is it?" Wheeler shouted, taking advantage of the old man's remaining sanity:

"That's not the whole story. Where did it come from? What does it want to do? Is it sane? Can it talk?"