Chapter 987

Such anomalies are too terrifying. Not only are they generally impossible to perceive, but once a slight abnormality is detected and investigated deeply to reach Him, He will directly eliminate the discoverer.

Along with them, there is also a large group of the discoverer's friends and family.

Even worse, those erased by 3125 will also disappear from others' memories. I'm afraid other carriers are no exception……

"Completely impossible to fight……" Jing Yuan thought for a while, still unable to think of a way to win this duel without borrowing the power of a supreme divinity.

There is a saying circulating in the Xianzhou shopping malls: people can never earn money beyond their cognition.

Change it and put it here, it is roughly that people can never fight enemies beyond their cognition.

Whether it is the "Black Moon" or the "Fugitive," fighting them in a human way always seems to have a paradox that cannot be bypassed.

Observing the "Black Moon" can stop the annihilation process, but the "Black Moon" cannot be observed.

Cognizing the "Fugitive" can build facilities to neutralize the "Fugitive," but the moment of cognizing the "Fugitive" will be erased.

Could it be that this is a certain trait of a supreme divinity?

……

【History:】

【Due to the above defense mechanisms, the observation history of "SCP-3125" is almost completely lost.】

【Specifically, it is not known how the containment unit was built, nor is it known how these containment procedures were formulated.】

【Within this containment unit, Foundation researchers have accumulated a large amount of data through continuous visits.】

【These data were brought in from the outside because they might be helpful and are kept here in accordance with containment procedures.】

【Outside of the database entries, multiple electronic copies of the Foundation database can be found, as well as academic data collections from a wide range of public news archives.】

【As expected, most of the data is irrelevant to containing "SCP-3125." But in any case, the association and analysis work of continuous visitors has yielded the following facts:】

【1.】

【Although "SCP-3125" has not yet fully appeared in our reality, its indirect influence/foreshocks (such as "SCP-███," "SCP-████," "SCP-██▓█," and "SCP+█████") can be easily discovered by any well-equipped memetic research program.】

【2.】

【Today's memetic research as a science has been hit hard compared to its peak:】

【In mid-2008, more than 400 organizations were conducting research that could discover "SCP-3125."】

【These include government agencies, military departments, private companies, independent research institutes, university research programs, and notable amateur groups, many of which are GOIs or internal departments of GOIs.】

【All these organizations no longer exist, leaving only the Foundation's Antimemetics Division.】

【3.】

【Almost no one in the world is clearly aware of this decline, and there is no explanation for the disappearance of these groups.】

【A simple inference is that all these groups were eventually devoured by "SCP-3125" because they discovered it, and this is in fact the inevitable end of all excellent memetic researchers.】

【The survival of the Antimemetics Division is due to professional training and the preventive use of reliable memory-erasing treatments.】

【Even so, the department has also suffered heavy blows in recent years, shrinking from more than 4,000 members in 2012 to 125 in September 2015.】

【This number will approach zero before the end of 2015.】

【During the same period, the physical presence of the Antimemetics Division worldwide has also undergone similar reductions.】

【From a network of sites and small outposts distributed across continents, it has degenerated to only Site-41.】

【The original headquarters of the Antimemetics Division at Site-167 has disappeared from the collective memory of department employees, presumably destroyed by the "SCP-3125" silencing effect.】

……

Looking at the text that looked like a monument, the audience felt a chill in their hearts.

"A site disappears just like that, a team disappears just like that. This efficiency is no slower than the 'Black Moon' that kills people quickly."

"The 'Black Moon' has a supernatural 'check and balance' to deal with it, and the 'Fugitive' has an Antimemetics Division that dares to sacrifice to deal with it. It's really tragic."

"It's not just tragic…… In this war, as long as there is one mistake, even one's own existence will disappear. This is too terrifying. Not only did they fail to successfully fight the 'Fugitive,' but they couldn't even warn later generations."

"Then why does the Foundation have an Antimemetics Division, and why does human civilization have so many teams studying antimemetics?"

"If there are antimemes, there must be memes. Just like the Memekeepers of the 'Garden of Recollection,' the means the Foundation uses to fight memes and antimemes are likely effective against Memekeepers."

"Are you a follower of 'Elation'? Why did you suddenly turn to the 'Garden of Recollection' and Memekeepers?"

"Hee hee, I was discovered. Now I can't even find the smallest fun. I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

……

As the containment file browsing was completed, the Antimemetics Division doctor raised his hand and pressed his temples a few times, then closed the computer and walked into the airtight room to accept memory erasure.

When the airtight door fell and the locking sound rang, the screen switched.

【Location: Wheeler Residence】

The place where Marion Wheeler lived was hidden in the depths of a dense pine forest.

It was a tiring drive from the nearest metropolis, and it was in the opposite direction from Site-41, just as far away.

The night was deep.

Marion was lying in bed reading a book, preparing to sleep, but at this moment, a sound suddenly startled her. Although vague, it was clear enough at this time.

It made her realize that someone was opening her door.

She raised her head, stared blankly at the wall for a second, and soft footsteps fell into the hallway at this time.

"Who the hell would infiltrate a high-ranking Foundation official's home for no reason, and do it while they are at home?"

While listening to the movement, she reached out to grab her dedicated mobile phone.

Although Marion was a high-level Foundation official, the Foundation did not have enough agents to serve as her professional bodyguard team. Those experienced agents had more critical tasks.

To plug the possible loopholes brought by the lack of manpower, sensors and cameras were everywhere in this building and land.

However, they were all paralyzed.

And she was completely unaware.

So, no matter who the intruder was, they must have mastered the password.

So, who is it?

Marion pressed the alarm button. This button could transmit the news of her danger to the nearest site without making any sound.

Then, Foundation agents would rush here at the fastest speed to take down the bold assassin.

What she had to do now was to ensure her survival before the agents arrived.

Marion put the phone back on the bedside table and took out a pistol from it.

She stuffed the pillow into the bedding, faked the illusion that the owner of the house had gone to bed, then rolled to the other side, crouched down, and quietly approached the bedroom door.

Then she stood by the door, holding the gun handle, holding her breath, listening to the movement coming from outside, her brain running fast.

The door, the bedroom door, could not be opened without sound.

Its creaking sound, like a ghost wailing, would attract the intruder's attention and expose her.

This path probably wouldn't work.

She could run to the attic, but the movement to get there wasn't small either.

As for going directly to the first floor, there was only one way to jump out of the window, and someone had to help her cover.

Even if she was lucky enough to jump into the bushes alive, her joints would be twisted a lot, and her athletic ability would drop significantly.

And right now, a better question than "Who is it?" was "How many?"

Once there were many intruders, they could easily kill her.

If the attacker noticed the footsteps and wanted to use this to sneak attack her, she could learn from the successful experience of "Home Alone," play with eight people, and then escape by luck.

If they ran to the second floor and were fully armed, only two people would be needed to finish her off.

And all these assumptions were: the attacker had no anomalies.

If they were anomalies, then even if she could react, she would be powerless.

"Creak—"

Damn house…… Marion cursed in her heart, realizing that someone had already gone upstairs. The other party had no intention of hiding their tracks at all.

But his footsteps were very light; it seemed he had taken off his shoes to walk.

Marion looked around, quickly looking for a second weapon in the pitch-black room.

She knew there were sewing needles in the lounge downstairs and a good knife in the kitchen.

But the time was too late and too urgent, not enough for Marion to rush there.

Suddenly, the door opened.

That person wanted to say something when he came in, but only made a "I—170 mmph" sound before being pressed to the ground by Marion.

His face was against the floor, and one cheek was pressed onto the deep-pile carpet.

Marion pressed his wrists firmly behind him with her knees.

While taking advantage of the effort to subdue the vanguard, she quickly glanced at the stairs—good, no one.