Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

Watson was a little puzzled.

Holmes shook his head. "Have you forgotten?"

"what?"

"Silencing effect, SCP-3125!"

"Eliminate, silence effect? ​​Damn it!" Watson suddenly realized, then frowned as he looked at the light screen and said:

"You mean, she was trying to protect her husband?"

Holmes sighed.

In the screen,

A man in his fifties appeared, very thin and tall.

He was wearing an expensive black suit, tailor-made for him.

His facial features are angular, with graying hair and frameless glasses.

He also wore exquisite white gold jewelry, a watch, cuffs and a ring.

however,

At this time, the old gentleman was standing in front of Wheeler and begging.

obviously,

This man is Dr. Wheeler's husband.

"You can't do this!"

"It's trying to protect you."

"How can I protect myself by erasing your memory?" Adam said painfully.

"I can't explain it," Wheeler said. "I can't explain why I can't explain it. I don't even understand myself. There's a"

"What is it?"

You can't be here, she said. "You can't be in my life. You have to leave or you'll die."

"I won't leave you," Adam said painfully:

"God, that's what we ended up doing. Getting married, I mean. It was blindingly obvious to both of us, it was decided long ago that we were going to be together forever. But I wanted this to be on the public record. I stood in front of everyone I respected and swore to them that I would protect you. Forever."

Wheeler began, with sudden illumination and clarity, "I must have sworn the same vow."

Adam suddenly bent down and his eyes suddenly became blind.

Closing your eyes doesn't help, covering your eyes doesn't help.

The golden and white light flashed for him, becoming more and more violent.

He panicked.

"Help. Help me. I can't see." He stretched out his hand, trembling, and tried to grab Wheeler's hand.

She let him grab her and pull her closer.

The light did not fade.

He held Wheeler for a few seconds, but she just held him tight.

It was then that he realized that SCP-4987 was completely under her control, and that this was all intentional.

"Are you going to do this?" Adam knelt down in pain:

"Is this a directive from the Foundation? Is this your definition of protection? You don't know what you're doing to yourself. You don't even know me."

"I think I do," she replied.

Adam gritted his teeth, tears wet his eyes:

"You'll feel it for the rest of your life. Every day, you'll wake up with a sick, cold feeling in your stomach where real life used to be. And you'll wonder why."

"I'm going to win the war," Wheeler told him.

Her voice was sonorous, decisive and unquestionable!

That belief goes far beyond people's imagination:

"I'm going to beat the universe. And then I'm going to figure out why."

Adam held her for a long time.

He has faith.

He knew how quickly Wheeler could put the saw blades together, against a universe that made no sense to her, to separate the truth.

He knew she could defeat the universe.

But a sharp doubt struck his heart, and he couldn't help but say it:

"What if you lose?"

She kissed him.

It was a stranger's kiss, one with which Adam had no familiarity.

Wheeler said nothing more and left the room.

With one motion she closed the door and deadlocked it.

The heavy creaking of metal shook the entire building.

There are people waiting outside the door.

Feng Bujue's figure was among them.

They looked horrified, except for being crazy.

"Put it in his backstory," Wheeler instructed.

Say the cruelest words in the calmest tone:

"He never married. Move him where I'll never find him, burn all evidence, and report to me for surgical amnesia. I'll wait until the end and do it myself."

One of the employees seemed to disagree, but she suppressed it with her eyes.

"My husband is dead," she said.

Countless viewers throughout the universe fell into silence.

An indescribable emotion echoed in everyone's hearts.

Dr. Wheeler made the best decision she could have made.

All to protect her husband.

All in order to resolve SCP-3125.

To do this, she was willing to ruin decades of her life.

Her slightly hunched body,

It makes people subconsciously think of D-14134.

Yes,

Isn't she also a person who is going to die?

The audience was not given much time to express their feelings.

quickly,

The picture changed again.

[2015/11/08]

Time has changed again.

This means that the day when SCP-3125 fully arrives is getting closer!

The scene seems to have come to a conference room!

The conference room is Containment Unit S167-00-1006, the skull of a stillborn Gigantopithecus.

The hollowed-out space within the skull is a classic Vegas room—what happens here stays.

People walk in and walk out, and their memories will filter out of the universe as they leave, and they will remember nothing.

The warehouse floor structure is very simple and almost navigable.

But down on the floor, walking around, it was a dizzying, frightening place, with even the clocks ringed with fluorescent lights.

A man wearing glasses walked through an echoing canyon.

To his left was a hundred-meter-tall foreleg bone, while to his right was a blue steel tank containing the beast's first stomach.

Up ahead, the skull looked down at him in the canyon, a distant yellow-and-white tower with scaffolding and an abandoned scanning table attached, its eye sockets dark and empty.

The man's identity is Bart.Hughes.

Senior Researcher from the Antimemetics Division!

At this moment, he is going to attend a meeting——

He had not the slightest idea what this meeting was about, or what the previous ones were about, or even if they had any common theme.

"Please open your mouth."

An agent placed a disc-like hat on Feng Bujue's head and pressed a transmitter on the top of his mouth.

Then it sent two radio pulses into his brain.

“Are there any psychological impulses?”

The transmitter blocked his mouth, but Hughes still tried his best to read out the words, "Mmm."

After conducting a series of tests,

He was given an injection of medicine to prevent his body from rejecting the embryo.

Then grab a germ from the cage.

At first glance, this thing looks like an octopus.

It stretched out its tentacles, a little confused, not too fond of being lifted up.

"Please tilt your head back and look at the ceiling. Open your eyes wide. And please take off your glasses."

Hughes complied, handing the glasses over for scanning.

"I don't like this part," he declared.

The other party did not comment.

The agent placed the germs over his eyes like an eyepatch.

There was a cold, muddy touch as the thing wrapped itself around his cheeks and hair, then its tentacles went around the back of his neck and began to weave with his spine.

Hughes saw nothing but darkness for a few seconds, then a circular gap appeared on the top of his right eye where the germ was blocking it. He also felt as if part of his brain had shifted out of place and a fake eye had opened over his real eye.

The fake eyeball was about four times larger than his own eye.

Although he has one eye, his four pupils give him decent depth perception, and he can also see a little in ultraviolet light.

The germ acts as an external barrier to short- to medium-term memory and a proxy between Hughes' consciousness and the real world.

When the meeting is over, the germ is picked and burned, along with all memory of the meeting.

As Hughes entered the conference room,

quickly,

A familiar blurry face appeared in the light curtain.

The audience recognized each other's identity at a glance——

O5-8.

Other than that,

There is also Dr. Wheeler, and two other members who appear to be in high positions of power.

The weird thing is,