American comics: Past life exposed, I build a foundation

Hughes didn't die.

This may be the time of living hell right now,

The only good news for humanity.

But Adam is just a powerless violinist.

How did he find someone who should have died in such a perilous last days?

screen.

Ten, who was silent for a moment, couldn't help but ask, "And then, where did he find Hughes?"

Lin Lang added a little to the original timeline, and then wrote-

May 4th!

"After several days of exploring Site41, Wheeler wrote the final addendum for SCP-3125. "

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

Lin Lang clicked on the file of SCP-3125 again on the screen,

Sure enough,

At the very bottom of the file is a copy of [Addendum 3].

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, Lin Lang clicked it away.

[I found your body.] 】

[There's a strong sense of getting lost, and I don't mind admitting it.] I once knew a Mario. In the short time I've known her, she's not someone like you who admits defeat so easily. That was a long time ago, though......]

"I'm far from telling you how to do your job, but I'm afraid you're missing something. From the evidence I can see, this is not the only "Antimemetics Department" site. There are others. 】

[I think they're still in effective stealth to passers-by, like this one, of course, but I'm guessing they're still physically there, like this one.] 】

[Your plan, I think, has been in place for a long time longer than you know. And since you don't have the freedom to remember the details, you've put it into action more than once "seven, four, three". 】

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

Soon they reacted,

These words must have been addressed to the already dead Mary O. Wheeler.

However, doubts also arise.

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S.H.I.E.L.D

"What do you mean there are other Antimemetics Department sites?"

Natasha looked at the screen and wondered, "Didn't you say there was only one Site-41?"

Nick Fury glanced at the screen a few times,

After a moment of contemplation,

Then he groaned:

Only Dr. Wheeler had said that, but as I had said, her memories were constantly being erased, perhaps even without her own knowledge. "

As soon as these words came out, the agents suddenly became excited.

"So, there's a more secure site than Site-41?"

"Will Hughes be at that site?"

Nick Fury didn't answer, but continued to read.

[There's also a basement that fits the description, and it's just a truck-sized amnestic airlock.] S167-001-6183。 】

[Site167 is certainly a non-entity, which is probably why you missed it.] It may have been destroyed, and it must have been a long way to get there just by walking. But, but, I think that's better than not having a chance. 】

[I might die on this triviality too, of course, after all, the world has turned into a horror show lately.] However, I hope that anyone who follows in my footsteps and reads these appendices will have the heart to follow the same basic strategy. 】

[Regardless of all this, continue to exist,]

This concludes the contents of Appendix 3, which is inscribed as: -

Adam Wheeler, The Intervener.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It can be said that

Until now,

They saw a glimmer of hope.

Well, now the only question becomes-

How to find Hughes?

The overseers subconsciously looked at Lin Lang,

Lin Lang unexpectedly took out another videotape: "This is the last one." "

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

The last game?

Could it be that

Is the story coming to an end?

"Actually..." Lin Lang looked at the overseers and said,

"In fact, no one knows how Adam found Site-167 in Living Hell. "

Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned at first.

Followed by

A picture subconsciously appeared in my mind -

A frail middle-aged man,

Walking through a living hell full of twisted monsters,

Countless encounters with mortal danger,

Countless times I fell and got up,

Until he came to Site-167...

What a desperate path it must be,

But Adam, he walked through.

Click~

only heard a sound, and Lin Lang put the last videotape into the screen.

The audience from the two worlds suddenly snorted and stared at the screen intently.

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The screen begins.

Adam's exhausted body appears on the screen.

At this time, he seemed to be walking through a large dilapidated factory.

The moment they saw this 'factory', the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

Could it be that ...

This is Site-167?

A panic ensued.

If Site-41 gives the impression that-

Large windows with lots of natural light and beautiful views of the forest.

Site-167, then, is a hostile, sprawling industrial wasteland.

Four square kilometers of secure containment warehouses, research labs, and administrative offices.

These buildings are sinister, functional,

It's hard to see aggressive;

The ambient sound in the building is a rough roar - it's built on a flat field,

The wind rushed through the concrete canyons and across the sharp edges of the buildings.

Especially since the very middle has been wiped out from the surface of the earth by an orbital laser strike!

There's a border here,

The intact buildings and roads came to an abrupt end,

Beyond the borders, there are only charred, flat ruins.

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room all sighed in their hearts.

"WTF? Doesn't that mean Site-167 is the only safe zone left?

"Hell, don't scare me!"

"Is this really Site-167? What about Dr. Hughes? What about the staff?"

"Isn't it, it's been a hard journey, and that's where you find it?"

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Not only the audience,

The Adam in the picture is obviously reaching his limit.

He traveled too far,

Also traveled too long.

He could no longer exist in SCP-3125's universe - with sanity.

He was exhausted, his gaze gradually reduced to a bright migraine, dull and lonely.

"No more detective work, no more sites. A break has to be made. He said to himself.

Between Building 8 and 22E, there is a vertical entrance,

Thirty meters wide hexagonal shaft, a yellow crane spans its entrance.

It's so spacious, so deep,

So much so that the air flow near the edge was strangely affected.

He began to go downstairs,

Follow his map into the underground structure of Site167.

The audience in the live broadcast room subconsciously held their breath and stared,

I'm afraid that my breath will disturb Adam on the screen,

Or the unknown in the dark.

ultimately

Adam arrives at the airlock of S167-00-6183.

The situation along the way has sunk his heart to the bottom.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if he couldn't find Hughes?

His hands trembled, and he swept his pass card over the reader.

The door swirled open, revealing a sterile white vestibule, the air completely stagnant after years of unuse.

He stands in the center and waits for the second spin.

His heart was pounding.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room could feel the sound of the drumbeat.

It's not from excitement,

It's out of fear.

Adam asked himself that last terrifying question, and it was the last time.

"But if you're here, Dr. Hughes, and you've built the machine, and the machine works: why don't you show up?"

He asked himself,

As if to be vaccinated, to resist the bad news that he knew was coming:

"Because the machine is useless. Because you can't make it. Because you're dead. "

Adam's words are like a sharp dagger,

pierced his last psychological defense,

also punctured the expectations of the audience in the live broadcast room that finally rose again.

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S.H.I.E.L.D.

"So..."

Natasha looked at the screen in a daze and said in a trembling voice: "So... Dr. Hughes isn't here?"

Alas~

Nick Fury let out a long sigh,

It's also possible that he is dead...

He said silently in his heart.

No one thought that

Adam went all the way, but what he got was such an ending...

The emotion called unwillingness once again enveloped the entire live broadcast room.. ....

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The air in the basement was hot and humid in the tropics, and thick enough to taste.

There are floodlights overhead, about a tenth of which are still on.

There is garbage everywhere here.

To Adam's left, there are huge automatic factory units, each more than six meters tall, about a semicircle.

There are also piles of construction waste around:

Furniture, tools, food jars, hard foam bricks, circuit boards, cloth sheets...

To his right, stacked along the recess of the basement, stretched out along the alcove wall of the basement, were hundreds of empty shipping containers.

He walked for ten minutes only to find that one of them still contained raw materials.

In front of him there was a three-meter-high steel wall,

The steel walls curved to the left and right, enclosing almost the entire floor space of the basement.

And then

The audience in the live broadcast room saw a scene that was enough to make them rationally collapse-

From the top of the wall will be visible a large sleeping creature, slowly rising and falling in the dim yellow light.

All they could see was the curve of its back,

It was a smooth, damp black with dots of green.

It's round, it's basically a ball,

It's like digging a scoop of liver ice cream from a two-thousand-meter-tall person.

Then pour it into this huge petri dish.

Quiescence!!!

An indescribable silence spreads across the Marvel world.

Even across the screen,

All viewers can also feel the visual impact of that presence on the screen!

And then!

The entire live broadcast room was boiling.

"wtf?wtf!! what the hell is this?"

"It's just a mountain of twisted flesh! It's still breathing?"

"Oh my God, is this the distorted product of SCP-3125's arrival?"

"It's disgusting, it's crazy, the world is completely crazy!"

"If I were Adam, I would be desperate..."

Despair!

That's the first reaction people have when they see it.

Even in the heyday of the Foundation,

To subdue this thing, at the very least, several Mobile Task Forces must work together.

But what about now?

Adam was alone,

The only weapons are those tortured hands...

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A pipe more than one meter thick protrudes from the automatic factory and connects to the edge of the petri dish to deliver all kinds of necessary liquids.

Tall towers lined with creatures, emitting transparent mist downwards in all directions.

There was no one around.

Adam's face did not have the desperation that everyone imagined,

Or rather, he doesn't even have emotions.

He cleared his throat, and 5.7 headed towards the room, shouting in the loudest voice he dared to make:

"There's a bit... Dr. Hughes... Is it here?"

At this moment, everyone was prepared for the worst.

However...

Nothing happened.

The roar of the ventilators continued.

The creature was still slowly undulating.

This seems to have given Adam even more courage, and he raised his voice:

"I'm looking for a machine here, called—"

Before the words fell, Adam was stunned.

It woke up.

That Roshan-like creature...

Wake up!

The hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly rose to their throats!

No one knows if this thing is hungry or not.

All they know is that

Adam had no chance of resisting in the face of this thing.

in the picture.

Adam's whole person is like a big goose with his neck choked,

The high voice finally turned into a whisper on the side of the mouth-

"—Unreality amplifier?"

The thing turned around,

A huge amount of liquid was squeezed out of its dish, enough for its splashing waves to stick to the wall.

It swayed up the wall,

As it is exposed, its body structure becomes clearly visible:

Beyond what is already visible, there is not much left.

In addition to the stout flippers,

It's a massive, almost spherical mass of creatures.

It seemed to be eyeless, but it seemed to be staring at Adam.

also felt stared at, as well as the audience in the live broadcast room.

They only felt as if their souls were frozen.

At this moment,

Despair comes like a tidal wave,

Drowning everyone's sanity.