Chapter 990

"Now, you know more about him than I do. 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 looked at him firmly 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 gave a wry smile, looking a bit 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 proper 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. Marion flipped through it casually and read it immediately.

【Full name: Adam Bellamy Wheeler.】

【Date of birth: February 27, 1962】

【Place of birth: Hengji, Derbyshire, England】

【Family members: Parents are Rosemary Leah Wheeler and Jonathan Philip Wheeler. No children.】

【Education: Hengji Church Primary School, Matlock All Saints Secondary School. Showed excellent musical talent from childhood. At the age of 16, he was considered one of the most talented violinists of his generation. Studied at the Royal Academy……】

Marion skipped three pages.

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

【"SCP-4051" was protected by a special form of antimemetic camouflage, 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 it to the police, but was intercepted by a 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 he retained his memory, Adam could not leak the details of "SCP-4051."】

【They subsequently developed a romantic relationship.】

Marion A. Hutchinson is exactly the name Marion knows now.

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

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 how it is. They finally 'developed feelings and became lovers,' right?"

"Well, you verbose biographer, you successfully aroused my curiosity. Tell me some inside information quickly."

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

On the contrary, trivial and insubstantial details such as Adam Wheeler's travels, performances, lectures, articles written, and musical scores composed were listed in great detail.

Marion skipped these irrelevant things while holding back the urge to curse 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 clearance, which is generally issued to long-term external collaborators of the Foundation.

Eventually, she and Adam stepped into the marriage hall, and she also changed her surname, which made her, who was reading all this, feel a kind of surreal strangeness.

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 have been only 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 the constant questioning was because of the agents' dedication, or because of the rigorous work process required within the Foundation.

Until he welcomed the fourth interrogation.

A strange interrogator sat opposite him, starting again with that annoying question—"What is your name?"

At this moment, Adam finally woke up:

This group of Foundation agents was torturing him in a ruthless way until his thoughts were broken, until only fragments remained for them to screen and analyze.

Therefore, Adam asked to see his wife, asked again and again, but they ignored him completely, and she also insisted on not showing up.

The agents continued the torture, constantly throwing out questions that had been asked over and over again. Adam really couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

"…… Marion!"

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

At that moment, Adam felt a sharp knife stab 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 a K-class event broke out.

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 get any sleep?"

"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 toward 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 disappointed eyes.

"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, "put more garlic in the eggs, you need this."

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

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

It was as if he had suddenly received a call from a salesperson at work, and without waiting for consent, he started introducing products on his own.

This feeling was verified in the next second. Marion started asking with a slightly weaker tone:

"We have been married for seventeen years, is that right?"

"Yes."

"But I don't know you."

"That's fine," 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 themselves at work and found themselves again."

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

"The best record so far is ten weeks. We can guess how long you will take this time."

It's just that the situation is probably more than a hundred times "worse" than what Adam guessed.

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

"Why impossible?"