Chapter 604

["Now, your understanding of him even exceeds mine. What do you think of him? Do you appreciate him?"]

After being asked this question, Gauss's expression became extremely tangled.

This question was not so easy to answer, or, Gauss didn't want to answer it so much.

Marion stared at him with firm eyes and ordered in an unquestionable tone:

["Tell me your personal opinion on Adam Wheeler."]

Gauss hesitated: ["...He is a good person."]

["Just a 'good person'?"]

Gauss smiled bitterly, looking a little helpless.

["To be honest, I don't like him very much."] He said frankly.

["At least from a personal point of view, we maintain the necessary etiquette, but he is always too confident and too cunning... In short, he is a bit annoying, but this will not be the reason for me to put him in jail."]

["As for whether I like him?"] Marion asked.

["I—"] Gauss was about to speak, but stopped abruptly.

He turned his face away. A moment later, a rare soft smile appeared on his face, which Marion had not seen in their many years of work.

["That's right."] He finally said softly, ["Yes. He is your destined person."]

While speaking, he handed a report to Marion, and Marion flipped through it and read it immediately.

[Full name: Adam Bellamy Wheeler.]

[Date of birth: February 27, 1962]

[Place of birth: England, Derbyshire, Hengji]

[Family members: Parents are Rosemary Leah Wheeler and Jonathan Philip Wheeler. No children.]

[Education experience: England Hengji Church Primary School, Matlock All Saints Middle School. Showed excellent musical talent since childhood. At the age of 16, he was considered one of the most talented violinists among his peers. Studied at the Royal Academy...]

Marion skipped three pages.

[...After being slightly injured during a trip to ████████, he encountered "SCP-4051" that invaded the hospital where he was receiving treatment.]

["SCP-4051" was protected by a special form of anti-memetic disguise, and Adam was immune to it.]

[Note: It is estimated that only 1 in 145,000 people worldwide has this constitution.]

[He tried to report the alarm to inform of this infringement, but was intercepted by the Foundation listening station.]

[Agent Marion A. Hutchinson (100A-1-9331), then field agent stationed...]

[Agent Marion successfully applied for an exemption for him, pointing out in the application report that even if the memory was retained, Adam could not leak the details of "SCP-4051."]

[They subsequently developed a romantic relationship.]

Marion A. Hutchinson was exactly the name Marion knew now.

Looking at the report in her hand, Marion was interested, seeing her name from a report, and then learning that she had fallen in love with someone else.

And she knew nothing about it.

This feeling was quite wonderful, like watching a soap opera, but the face of the heroine inside was replaced by her own.

["Oh, so that's it, they finally 'developed feelings and became lovers,' right?"]

["Okay, you rambling biographer, you successfully aroused my curiosity, hurry up and reveal some inside information to me."]

However, this report did not deeply report the development of this relationship, nor did it explain how Adam became her true love.

On the contrary, details such as Adam Wheeler's journeys, performances, lectures, articles written, and musical scores composed... these trivial and lack of substantive content details were listed in great detail.

Marion endured the idea of scolding and skipped these irrelevant things, and saw the subsequent story.

After undergoing detailed background checks and continuous monitoring, Adam was determined by Foundation agents to have zero intelligence leakage risk.

He accepted very low-level security permissions, which were generally issued to the Foundation's long-term external collaborators.

Finally, she and Adam entered the wedding hall, and she also changed her surname, which made her, who was reading all this, feel a sense of strangeness beyond reality.

Besides that, there was no record of his personal life or the relationship between the two of them, it was blank.

She vaguely remembered the scene of obtaining "SCP-4051." In that memory, there should only be her at the scene.

There were no other Foundation agents, and no Adam.

Besides that, that memory was a blur to her.

Until the third interrogation, Adam Wheeler still firmly believed that the other party was well-intentioned.

He once naively thought that those repeated interrogations were because of the agents' dedication, or because of the rigorous work process within the Foundation.

Until he welcomed the fourth interrogation.

A strange interrogator sat opposite him, and once again started from that annoying question—"What is your name?"

At this moment, Adam finally realized:

This group of Foundation agents was torturing him in a ruthless way, until his thoughts were broken, until only the fragments available for their screening and analysis remained.

Therefore, Adam asked to see his wife, asked again and again, they all ignored it, and she insisted on not showing up.

The agents continued the torture, constantly throwing out one question after another, and Adam really couldn't hold on, so he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was already in the standard humanoid containment unit of the Foundation.

This was a place similar to a single apartment, but the windows were forged, the walls were indestructible, and there were countless monitoring devices hidden in various unexpected places.

What woke him up was the sound of the containment unit door opening.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the moment he saw the figure at the door, he woke up immediately.

["...Marion!"]

He immediately jumped up and ran to her, but she stopped a few steps away from him, with a polite and indifferent smile on her face.

At that moment, Adam felt a sharp knife inserted into his left chest, and the murderer was still stirring it.

All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, pressed down by his rolling Adam's apple.

So, the worst situation happened:

"SCP-4987" swallowed the wife's concern for her husband.

Marion didn't show up, not because of the outbreak of a K-class event.

She just chose not to come because she didn't care at all.

So, Adam also kept a polite distance and asked with concern:

["How are you? Did you sleep for a while?"]

["I'm fine."]

["You should have had coffee, so did you have breakfast? I'll get you something to eat."]

Saying that, Adam turned and walked to the kitchen of the containment room, opening the cabinets and refrigerator doors to search.

["There must be something to eat here. At least eggs and milk... or are these just decorations?"]

Marion opened her mouth: ["Mr. Wheeler—"]

Adam looked at her with a disappointed look.

["Okay,"] she said, ["Adam, please come over and sit down. There is nothing in the cabinet."]

Adam sat opposite the long table, looking at his wife.

["Fried eggs with cereal bread,"] he suggested, ["Add more garlic to the eggs, you need this."]

["If I don't make you something real, you'll just drink disgusting paste milkshakes seven days a week, or just not eat."]

Marion nodded. Although she was listening, Adam could feel the impatience.

It was as if he had received a salesman's call at work, and without waiting for consent, he started to introduce the product on his own.

This feeling was verified in the next second, and Marion asked with a slightly weaker tone:

["We have been married for seventeen years, is that so?"]

["Yes."]

["But I don't know you."]

["That's okay,"] Adam took a deep breath and said.

["I don't think this is a serious problem—you've told me many times before about how your subordinates lost their self in work and found it back."]

["You said you like to watch this kind of thing, like watching a butterfly break out of a cocoon."]

["The best result so far is ten weeks, we can guess how long you will take this time."]

However, things were probably more than a hundred times "worse" than what Adam guessed.

["No,"] Marion shook her head and responded, ["I think this is impossible."]

["How is it impossible?"]