Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

She was obviously Wheeler,

Head of the Antimemetics Division,

Your wife!

In the screen,

There was a pause, as if the entity on the other end of the line was having trouble finding words.

"…She's important. Go now, she doesn't have much time."

Adam was confused.

He seemed to have no strength to do what he was told.

He had no other guidance to follow.

The landline phone was connected by a wire, otherwise he would have definitely carried it with him.

He was a little annoyed that he couldn't take it with him.

"You'll always be here, right?"

"Yes."

Adam made up his mind.

He put the phone down and returned to the quiet hallway.

He found the house number W16,

I peered through the safety glass into the classroom glowing orange and red, and peeked at the sunlight pouring in from the distant windows.

He still couldn't tell whether it was dusk or dawn.

He could not see anyone in the classroom.

crunch~

He opened the door and entered.

There are intricate and colorful ecological posters and classroom displays.

The table was cluttered, books and felt pens scattered about, brightly colored school bags.

He took a step or two out into the middle aisle and saw nothing as he had expected to see.

Then he turned around,

"What the hell!"

He jumped up in fright.

There was a huge chalk sketch on the blackboard.

It is a hyper-realistic depiction of a woman's head and shoulders.

He swore that the blackboard was empty when he walked in.

then,

Adam saw the painting move.

It was as if it was being painted on, erased, and then painted on again, five to ten times a second.

The woman looked to be about his age.

Her face is framed by her hair, but the negative effect of the white chalk drawing on the blackboard makes it difficult to distinguish the hair color.

The only hint of color was the thick, bright blue of her frames.

The moment this painting appeared,

The audience in the Zhutian chat group was stunned.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open.

Staring at the light screen intently,

An incredible idea came to mind -

Marian Wheeler?

Next second,

The chat group exploded.

"WTF? Isn't this Dr. Wheeler?"

"Why the hell is she here, and in the form of a chalk drawing?"

"Oh my God, what happened?"

Three-body universe.

Earth.

When I saw the drawing on the blackboard,

Luo Ji's heartbeat stopped instantly, and he stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

He never expected that

Feng Bujue actually used this method to allow Dr. Wheeler in the memory to meet his husband for the last time.

But when I think of Wheeler, who is now on his deathbed,

He just felt sad.

In the screen,

Even if it appears in the form of a blackboard drawing,

Wheeler still looked a little nervous.

She seemed to be saying something, although there was no sound, but words appeared on the blackboard:

【Adam?】

Adam was stunned and nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

I remember everything

Then the words erased themselves and became:

[I can't forget even a single second]

More lines of text appear.

Every new thing she says erases the old.

Now I know everything it does

I am blind and it is lingering around me

[I made one mistake after another]

It killed everyone I loved except you

obviously,

It is SCP-3125.

After this,

Wheeler's lips stopped moving.

The last sentence lingered longer than the others, then was erased to a blank.

Adam took a long moment to absorb this final statement.

tossing and turning,

Trying to figure out where this could fit into his life,

If there really is such a place.

See here,

The audience, who knew everything, sighed in unison.

obviously,

To protect Adam,

Dr. Wheeler erased his memory completely!

In the screen,

Adam's eyes were complicated and he was very conflicted.

He had never seen this woman before.

But...is it really so?

He studied her face.

Memories swirled back and forth, and finally dug out something deep and important from the past.

A strange encounter that seemed like it hadn't been relived in a hundred years.

she!

That time in the hospital, remember?

You got a nail stuck in your foot, backstage, after the show.

You spent most of the night in the emergency room.

There she is.

You chatted.

God.

So who is she?

Adam began to talk to himself:

"A…government agent, or at least in that realm."

The answer is very close!

"She's imaginary. She's not on the same level as me."

"Strong, capable, beautiful, and sharp as a sapphire."

“We talked about music, movie scores, the crap that was sci-fi on TV at the time, and David Lynch.”

"That's... well, you don't know it yet, not then, but it's... it's meant to be."

Thinking of this,

Adam opened his eyes:

"Marian"

He almost got it.

He raised a hand, fearfully, as if to signal her to stop.

“No, this can’t

I sent you away because I wanted to save your life.

He remembered.

All connected again, all at once, the inextricable year after year of living together.

There is too much energy.

It rushed toward him, violently, as if it had caught a frayed wire,

Like being shot by a bullet.

He stumbled back, unable to believe it.

He had never imagined missing so much. "No, no, no, Marianne."