Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight Chapter 90

Seeing this,

The audiences in the heavens and the worlds were shocked!

Three-Body Universe.

Earth.

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

Luo Ji looked at the light screen thoughtfully:

"The name of the Antimemetics Department is probably a department that specializes in dealing with antimemetics hazards."

But doubts also followed.

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

Doesn’t he know about the Antimemetics Department?

Or is the Antimemetics Department a secret of the Foundation?

All kinds of doubts filled Luo Ji’s mind,

This new mission also aroused great interest in him as an ordinary person.

Marvel Universe.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

"WTF? That researcher named Kim neutralized a Keter-class containment object?"

Natasha’s eyes widened in shock.

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

and was also horrified.

"Drag the victim into an antimemetic zone to isolate him from the outside world, making the victim and all his 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 face became more and more horrified:

"This guy can devour other people’s memories without knowing it?"

A previous project subconsciously emerged in his mind——

SCP-3000, Anandashesha!

In addition to its unusually large body, the most frightening thing about that project is its ability to affect cognition and devour memory invisibly!

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

No!

He suddenly realized that

SCP-4739 has been neutralized!

So,

What exactly is this mission?

In the light curtain.

After reading Kim’s memory, Feng Bujue’s reaction was much more natural.

"I want to say that this is just luck." Feng Bujue said,

"I want to say that I just threw my phone out. It was instinct and muscle memory. This is my first day at work, and I’m really lucky… I want to say this."

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

"But I’m sitting here now, thinking about these statements over and over again. None of them are true, right?"

Wheeler waited expectantly and said nothing.

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

"You are my boss."

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

"This is not my first day at work. I have been working here… well,At least ten years, right?"

He sighed:

"I think I’ve been a professional antimemetics researcher since at least the 1920s. It’s just that Grey devoured all my memories since my first day on the job. And even so…"

He looked at Wheeler and let out a long sigh: "Even so, you still give us lectures over and over again."

"I don’t think what happened that time has anything to do with luck." Wheeler smiled,

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

The ability to piece your own life and all your past knowledge back together faster than most people is what we want to engrave in your bones.

And sometimes, thank God, it really works.

"This is not even the first time we have had this conversation," Feng Bujue continued,

"There have been other incidents before. Related to other SCPs that can cause amnesia. You sat there before and watched me gradually recover myself."

"And it hasn’t been long since then." Wheeler admitted with a faint smile of smugness.

Seeing this,

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

And then they immediately started to discuss.

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

"Damn, doesn’t it mean that every time you are affected by antimemes, you will lose your memory and even forget that you are a member of the Antimemetics Division?"

"How many times have you taken such a class?"

"Damn, the members of the Antimemetics Division are too miserable, right? Even the memory can’t be preserved completely."

Until then,

The audience understood what Dr. Wheeler said:

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

How to fight an untouchable and perfectly disguised enemy without you even knowing you are fighting it?

In the picture,

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 listen to the truth, people in this department can recover the same as before the next day.

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

The rest is just subtle adjustments and chemical reactions. ."

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

Wheeler nodded,

"First, I need an updated SCP entry.

I need you to understand Grey’s feeding pattern and how you defeated it.

I want you to understand what it did to the bodies, whether it burned them, disintegrated them, or just dumped them on site.It rotted everywhere without anyone knowing.

I still need countermeasures in case it comes back again. "

"It’s not dead yet? Wait," Feng Bujue was stunned, then thought:

"I think I understand, he will come back. The idea will not die."

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

Feng Bujue nodded subconsciously.

It was not until Wheeler walked out of the room that he realized his dream.

He looked at his hands, looked around,

Muttered:

"Is this my reaction, or that Kim? "

While speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Interesting"

As the light screen dimmed,

the discussion in the chat group became more and more heated.

Although no information about the real mission has been obtained yet,

most people have realized that

this mission must be closely related to the so-called Anti-Meme Department.

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 not know what the mission is until I die."

"Don’t underestimate yourself,"

Holmes knocked on his pipe and said lightly:

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

"What about you?"

"Of course I didn’t! "Holmes paused, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the screen:

"But I think it might be some extremely powerful anti-meme that caused the entire Antimemetics Department 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. This is an administrative building, but it doesn’t mean that the people inside don’t care about 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 had asked this question in just one hour.

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

This was the meeting that Wheeler had told him about before.

As for what kind of meeting it was,

who was it with?

He knew nothing.

"You think this is like "Memento", right?"

Wheeler’s voice brought Feng Bujue back to his senses.

She smiled and said, "You think I don’t have long-term memory, and if I stay in the same place for too long, I will forget why I am there."

"I think… is this the case?" Feng Bujue answered subconsciously.

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WheelerThe phone in her bag buzzed, a reminder to take medicine, but she pressed the reminder later.

Her fingers trembled slightly, not because of age, but simply nervousness.

Nervous because she came here to meet O5,

O5s are scary.

O5s will not summon you for a small matter.

Either it’s the end of the world, or it’s nothing.

Forty minutes later, the door to the inner office finally opened.

Four or five Foundation executives filed out with computers and briefcases.

They walked through the reception desk and got into the special car waiting outside.

Wheeler recognized a few faces – the site director of Site 19 and the chief recruiting officer for Western Europe.

These big shots didn’t even look at her and Feng Bujue.

As soon as they left, an O5 assistant stuck his head out of the door.

He was about twenty years old, and looked surprisingly young, like a middle school student stuffed into his father’s formal suit, with a simple side-parting.

He held a tablet in one hand, on which was his boss’s schedule.

It was packed. []

This boss obviously didn’t sleep.

"Wheeler? You can come in."

When he saw Feng Bujue on the side, he frowned: "You didn’t tell us that you would bring an assistant."

"Someone has to remind me what I forgot, right?"

Wheeler looked back without flinching.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the assistant shrugged: "If he heard something he shouldn’t have heard, don’t forget to clear his memory."

Feng Bujue’s eyes twitched,

He was not afraid, nor would he be nervous.

These O5 members may be among the best in the Foundation, but they can’t scare him.

Please give me flowers

He followed Wheeler into the site.

When Wheeler entered the office,

Bang!

The office door behind him slammed shut, making an unusually low mechanical knocking sound, as if it was part of some kind of machine in the wall.

Feng Bujue was stopped in the office,

Obviously, he was not qualified to see O5 yet.

This made him curl his lips subconsciously.

At the same time, in the office,

Wheeler sat down and put down his bag as instructed, and the assistant turned around and did some puzzling operations on the door, causing it to make several strange noises.

O5s have extraordinary privacy and security needs.

The office is very spacious, but despite the two floor-to-ceiling windows and the bright sunshine outside, it is still inexplicably dim.

There are bookshelves and dark wooden wall panels on all sides.

Very fashionable, but that was the fashion of the 1990s;

A little old, but not old enough to be popular again.

As for the person behind the desk,

like Dr. Clef, the whole person seemed to be blurred and his true face could not be seen at all.

Wheeler took a deep breath,

"So what’s the matter? I just received a meeting invitation, no agenda or topic. I mean, although O5 asked you to jump, you have to jump, but this-"

To her right, she found that the assistant had silently put the tablet on the table and was now pointing a gun at her head.

Wheeler shut up.

The audience in the chat group was even more shocked!

What is this?

Hongmen Banquet?

In the picture,

Wheeler froze in the chair for a while, letting her heartbeat like a hummingbird slowly calm down and adapt to this sudden change.

"So?" she asked tentatively, licking her lips and holding the armrest of the chair, but otherwise not moving, waiting for the prompt.

The assistant’s face was very calm now, as if this was a daily meeting procedure.

Maybe it really is, for the people here.

Then,

The audience heard a surprising question:

"Who are you?" O5-8 asked.

Wheeler blinked. "What? Oh my god."

"Let me put it another way," O5-8 said:

"Marion Wheeler, 49 years old, lives with her loving husband and two sons.

Have hobbies such as camping, hiking and ornithology.

An ordinary mother, with a perfect background and financial income as far as we can check.

Yet you have full Foundation credentials, including access to a series of facilities and rooms – some of which are not at all exist, some were demolished decades ago – we never issued these certificates.

At least one of the facilities was never built, but you have the key to the gate there.

But compared to your SCP access list, they are nothing.

I have only one word to describe it: appalling. "

"So you are a spy, your goal is to mislead us, Clay wanted to let Xi-3 deal with you, but I had a meeting with him and finally convinced him." O5-8 said in a flat tone.

However, the audience in the chat group was completely dumbfounded.

Isn’t this quite familiar?

Why don’t you recognize it?

In the picture,

Wheeler didn’t listen to O’s words at all.

"Idiot." She finally spoke,

"I am your head of the Antimemetics Department."

"We don’t have an Antimemetics Department." The assistant said.
"No, you do. We do."

O5-8 began:

"We have Memetics, Paracontainment, Fire, Enforcement 1, Enforcement 2, Personnel Management, D-Class Management, and various other departments. There is no Antimemetics."

"Do we have Sarcasm?" Wheeler asked.

She waited for a moment, expectantly..

"No? Okay, good, think about it: why do you think the Antimemetics Division would be in the sequence?"

"Some SCPs have dangerous memetic properties," Wheeler said.

"Some contagious concepts require the same level of containment as physical threats. They get into your head, manipulate your thoughts, and spread to other people’s minds, right?"

"Right," O5-8 said. He could list a bunch of them without thinking.

"And some SCPs have antimemetic properties," Wheeler continued.

"Some ideas cannot be shared. Some entities or phenomena capture and devour information, especially about themselves."

She gave another example:

"You take a snapshot of them, and you can never develop it.

You write a description of them on paper and hand it to someone else – but what you write will only become a mysterious book, and no one can understand it anymore, not even yourself.

You can stare at it, it won’t even be invisible, but you can’t perceive anything.

It is a dream you can’t catch, a secret you can never reveal, a lie, a living conspiracy.

It is a conceptual subculture that devours the ideas of other ideas – sometimes it devours part of reality.

And sometimes, it is people.".