Chapter 218

Hearing O5-8 say this, Clay no longer struggled with the question of whether this thing was true or false,

but instead looked at O5-8 and asked:

"Have you seen this before?"

"Never."

Shaking his head slightly, O5-8 answered Clay's question with a bitter face.

If possible, he would also like to believe that he had seen this thing before, at least he wouldn't have to be so distressed now.

But the fact was that he had never seen this thing at all.

Having received O5-8's answer, Clay took a deep breath and looked up at Marion:

"But since this SCP is so powerful..."

Halfway through the sentence, Clay stopped talking, which made Marion very curious:

"And then?"

"Then who wrote this file?"

The O5 finished the sentence for him.

"And so, how was the interview in the file conducted, and who is this 'Bartholomew Hughes'? Most importantly, you, Ms. Marion, how do you remember these contents?"

Hearing O5-8's question, Marion couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"Bart Hughes wrote this file. He is already dead."

O5-8 was clearly not very satisfied with this answer; he frowned tightly, as if wanting Marion to say more.

"What happened to him?"

Marion clearly didn't want to answer his question, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes.

"You don't want to know."

Looking at the video on the light screen,

Yakushi Kabuto frowned tightly.

According to their reactions and words on the light screen just now,

these people in the Foundation didn't know about the existence of 055 before,

and afterwards they knew about this matter?

And they knew about this matter through a file?

But they didn't know who wrote this file?

This made Yakushi Kabuto confused for a while; after all, what they said was a bit confusing.

At this time on the light screen,

facing Marion's answer,

O5-8 and the assistant were stunned for a long time before coming back to their senses.

In fact, their expressions were quite wonderful at this moment.

Angry at such blunt rudeness; puzzled by Marion's nonchalance in front of a dangerous boss;

shocked by such a claim; completely disbelieving;

and finally, fear.

After thinking for a while, O5-8 looked up at Marion and asked cautiously:

"What if... we had known before?"

Opening her eyes, Marion answered his question extremely coldly.

"Then it would happen again to you."

"... As for the rest of the questions: we did it with drugs."

"You know we have Class-A amnestics, which can be used for those who urgently need to forget something, right?"

"Of course you know. Who could forget Class-A amnestics?"

"Actually, in our department, we have a different kind of drug that makes people remember things they couldn't possibly remember."

"Mnestics, Class-W, Class-X, Class-Y, and Class-Z."

Hearing what Marion said,

Terumi Mei also couldn't help but gasp.

In the Foundation, they actually possess things that can delete memories and things that can make you remember memories?

No wonder that when facing this SCP that can make people lose their memories,

these people in the Foundation can retain their memories.

At this time on the light screen,

the phone in Marion's bag rang again.

Glancing at the O5, after getting the O5's nod of approval, Marion reached into her bag and turned off the phone.

This time it was not to continue delaying, but to accept the reminder.

She took out a blister pack of pills from another pocket and squeezed out one, a hexagonal, green pill.

She held up the pill, and could clearly see the expression of "recognizing this thing" flash across O5-8's eyes in that instant.

Shrugging slightly, Marion held up the pill and said to O5-8:

"This is Class-W mnestic. The least potent, suitable for long-term use. Two pills a day."

After a pause, the corner of Marion's mouth lifted slightly, and she looked at O5-8 with complex eyes.

"Go downstairs to the site pharmacy and ask. The pharmacist will tell you they've never stocked this stuff. Tell them they remembered wrong, and confirm it again."

Looking at the pill in Marion's hand, O5-8 sighed, and there were some other expressions in his eyes.

"I think I understand now. I understand why we're having this conversation."

Nodding slightly, Marion squeezed out a second pill and handed it to him.

"That's right, because you forgot to take your medicine."

"You were supposed to take it, just like me and all my colleagues."

"This is the only way to let us work. You forgot to take your medicine, and now I have to help you get back on track."

Although he understood a little, O5-8 did not take the pill Marion handed him.

"And if I take the medicine, I will remember the whole conversation, and we won't do this again?"

Smiling and placing the pill on the table, Marion said softly:

"I hope not."

Just at this moment, Clay suddenly interrupted loudly:

"Uh, do I need to take medicine too?"

"Sorry, kid,"

glancing at Clay, O5-8 spoke slowly:

"Need-to-know principle. Wait until you become an O5."

Subsequently, O5-8 took the pill without hesitation.

After taking the pill, O5-8 still asked Marion curiously:

"Then how many antimemetics are there? How dangerous are they?"

After thinking for a moment, Marion spoke slowly:

"I know of 10."

After a pause, Marion continued:

"Statistically speaking, there are at least 5 more that I don't know about. That's not counting those uncontained antimemetics that are running around."

Then there was another long pause, and Marion spoke slowly:

"There are at least two in this room right now."

After hearing what Marion said, Clay looked around, as if wanting to find something.

But after searching for a long time, he didn't find anything.

After watching Clay's behavior, Marion spoke slowly: