Chapter 989

Naturally, the man named "Adam" temporarily became a prisoner.

After leaving a sentence of "be gentle," Marion handed the man over to the late-arriving agents.

Every word and every sentence he said would be strictly verified by the agents.

And she herself needed to keep a distance from this series of investigations so that her intervention would not affect the fairness.

She tried her best to restrain the urge to participate in the investigation personally, especially to face "Adam" and ask questions herself.

Before the sun rose, Marion came to the office, trying to lie on the sofa for a nap.

But her heart was restless, and what had just happened was turning over and over in her mind, and she was tossing and turning on the sofa.

"What on earth is going on……"

Time passed bit by bit, until several hours later, Marion was still lying on her back on the expensive leather sofa, eyes open, looking at the dim ceiling.

At this time, the office door was knocked.

"I'm here."

Marion scratched her hair, stepped in slippers toward the door, turned the handle, and opened the door.

Standing at the door was a Foundation employee, holding a stack of A4 paper a foot thick in one hand and holding a cup of black coffee steadily in the other.

Marion took the hot drink and signaled the visitor to enter the room.

She returned to the sofa, leaned forward slightly, approached the warm liquid, and took a deep breath of the steaming coffee aroma.

The person who came in was named Alex Gauss, a physical training and tactical consultant, and also a captain of the Mobile Task Force, a senior Foundation agent.

Sitting on the opposite sofa, Gauss looked a bit embarrassed, as if he didn't know where to start.

He broke his thumb for a while and stumbled:

"They, um……"

"They think I should be the one to report to you, although I haven't read the contents of these reports at all."

"Because they think we 'communicate more smoothly,' that's their exact words. But I personally don't think so."

"Then, who is 'he'?" Marion was concise and went straight to the point.

Gauss opened the first page of the report, showed a few lines of information briefly, and then closed it again.

"He is your husband—"

Gauss continued to read the materials quickly after Marion widened her eyes and told the conclusions of the agents.

"Don't be surprised, we carefully checked every piece of information and collected a large amount of physical evidence."

"And…… more than half of the people in the site know him, including me."

Marion frowned. It seemed that the words just now failed to dispel her doubts at all, but instead raised a bunch of new questions waiting to be answered.

Gauss waved his hand quickly:

"I fully trust your dedication to work and your strict adherence to protocols, but the core of the problem lies in 'SCP-4987'."

Marion nodded. She had fully understood what Gauss said.

This report was consistent with the conclusion she reached while thinking hard on the sofa:

She couldn't remember her surname was "Wheeler" at all, but the various signs in reality were constantly repeating and emphasizing to her that she had long since changed her surname to "Wheeler."

It was definitely not one or two days, at least several years, or even longer.

This pointed to two possibilities—either her memory had gone wrong, or a reality bender had distorted the world outside of her.

She thought it was the first one.

In the common sense she knew, there were not many things that made people change their surnames, and marriage happened to be one of them.

But she had no impression of Adam. Even if she squeezed her brain dry, she couldn't find a bit of it. In her memory, she shouldn't have been married, but this conflicted with more reality.

For example, the wedding ring on her finger.

As for "SCP-4987," this thing feeds on memory.

If it is not careful, it can swallow the memory of a healthy adult, turning the poor worm into an animal that doesn't even have a "self."

Could it be…… this guy swallowed all her memories about Adam without her permission?

"Has this situation appeared before?" She asked calmly.

"No," Gauss answered.

"Is it possible to happen again in the future?"

Gauss shrugged: "I'm afraid no one knows the answer to this question better than yourself."

"That is indeed the case, and I have always been very clear." Marion responded.

"I can tell you clearly that I have successfully trained 'SCP-4987' to be obedient to me."

"I strictly provide 'food' for it according to the established plan, and it will only swallow memories with my permission."

"Transforming such an acute and usually fatal memory parasite into a chronic existence and finally achieving domestication."

"However, now, why has it suddenly become restless? Is this transformation reasonable?"

"If you think it's unreasonable, then it's unreasonable." Gauss said with interest.

"What has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again."

Marion was silent for a long time, and then took a deep breath of the mellow aroma of coffee.

She stared at the rising steam at the mouth of the cup, trying to catch a glimpse of the future from it.

"Who on earth is he?" She raised the question again.