Memory retrospective program, the foundation was exposed

A human being

Took away the messenger of the gods?

This sentence alone directly made everyone confused.

Huo Mo couldn't help but let out a hideous laugh, "Do you want to hear what you're talking about? A human took away an anomaly suspected of being a high-level reality bender?"

The A chief on the side opened his mouth, and he also looked incredulous.

Unfortunately, SCP-1864-1 did not respond to Ms. B's questioning, and it seemed to be completely immersed in its own world, muttering unconsciously:

"Why can't you remember?"

"What does he look like?"

"How could I not remember?"

In the live broadcast room, the audience is all discussing it!

"Pull it down, this thing doesn't work for a long time. "

"That's it, old Riddler. "

"Damn, it's most annoying to these talking guys, yes or no, what are you doing with all these things?"

"Don't worry, in fact, if you analyze it carefully, you can also analyze a lot of useful information from its words, at least we know the culprit who caused this anomaly. "

"What I care about is who the last one it says is who the PanHun human is. "

"It's outrageous, an ordinary human can take away the anomaly?"

"And this thing even remembers the events of more than a hundred years ago, but it can't remember the physical characteristics of a human being?"

Not only the audience in the live broadcast room, but also the people in the recording room were also talking at this time.

"There's no need for SCP-1864-1 to lie, if it really doesn't want to answer, it's fine to refuse to communicate in the first place, so I think there's a good chance it's true!" Zhao Qidong gave his opinion.

Lu Guotao immediately asked, "But the question is, how is it possible that it finally said that a human took away the anomaly body?"

This is also a point that Zhao Qidong feels incomprehensible.

However, for some reason, SCP-1864023-1's image of not being able to recall a person was somewhat familiar to Zhao Qidong's mind, as if he had seen a similar image before.

Where the hell is it?

On the screen, seeing that she could no longer get any more information, Ms. B ended the conversation.

Immediately afterward, Command told them to continue exploring.

The area where SCP-1864-1 is located is the center of the labyrinth, which is a large pool of water, more than sixty meters in diameter.

Surprisingly, they were in little danger for the rest of the day, and apart from the familiar and strange words that were everywhere, it was like a normal garden.

No more derivatives, no more anomalous properties, and no PanHun as SCP-1864-1 claims

If it weren't for the strange body of SCP-1864-1 standing in the pool all the time, Homo wouldn't even feel like an anomalous area at all!

In the end, this terrifying mission ended in a hurry.

However, the mystery of PanHun and the mysterious human has become a lingering mystery in the minds of all viewers in the live broadcast room. Ongoing.

At this moment, in a laboratory at the Faculty of Engineering of the Federal University, a boy about twenty-six years old was lying on his desk, writing something quickly.

Faintly, it seems that you can see a few neat handwriting in the title - an application from an SCP Foundation researcher

He was not the only one in the laboratory, there were several men and women on the side, and at this time, everyone looked at the man who was writing the application and persuaded one after another:

"Lao Chen, are you really going to participate in the Foundation's restart plan? Don't you know that after entering, you will face the abnormality of life, which can easily kill people!"

"Yes, you said you, the big guy in the department (ADFA) has long given you the opportunity to protect your Ph.D. all the way, and maybe even enter the Federal Research Institute to become a professor-level figure in the future, which is not much more promising than you going to the Foundation. "

"Moreover, since it is a state-led plan, the country will definitely select talents by itself, and there must be enough people, so we don't need to take this risk. "

"Yes, the released document said that at present, there are only 100 engineering researchers, which must be enough. "

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The boy who was called Lao Chen stopped his pen and solemnly put the application into the file bag, and then chuckled: "I understand what you said." "

"But, what if, what if, there is such a lack of me?"

For some reason, a phrase from the live broadcast that he had overheard earlier suddenly came to his mind.

May the dead no longer pass away in vain, and may the living no longer be silent.

Now the SCP Foundation has burned itself and set fire to firewood.

If we don't get new firewood before the fire runs out, then the world will be completely darkened.

At that time, fame, fortune, future, everything will lose its meaning.

He didn't think he had such great ambitions, but this was the only one thing he thought he should do.

Walking out of the crowd with complicated expressions, Lao Chen had never felt that his pace was so brisk.

He walked out of the laboratory in a hurry, and just opened the door, but happened to run into his mentor.

And in the other party's hand, he also held the same file list as him.

"Teacher, you too"

The two were stunned for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

The two went all the way to the registration office, which is the school's gymnasium, but before they could enter, they saw the crowded gate.

Lao Chen looked confused, and casually stopped a teacher and asked, "Hello, shouldn't this be the registration office for the foundation today?"

The other party nodded and said, "Yes, there are too many people, I can't even squeeze in." "

As soon as the words fell, he saw the file sheet in the hands of the two of them, and slapped his thigh: "You two are also here to sign up?

Lao Chen subconsciously replied: "Engineering, engineering?"

When the other party heard this, he exclaimed, "It's engineering again!"

More than 3,000 people?

Lao Chen was stunned for a moment, his expression was suddenly a little moved, and he chuckled:

At this moment, they are not alone.

On the other side, located in the Eastern Military District of the Federation, a group of soldiers from various companies was gathered in one place.

The snow was falling, the cold wind was howling, and the man standing on the high platform had not moved for ten minutes, he was like a monument solidified on the city wall, standing proudly between the wind and snow.

Although the soldiers in the audience were not afraid of the wind and cold, everyone was a little apprehensive in their hearts.

Yang Lei was one of them, and he also had doubts in his heart.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Finally, at this moment, the man on the high platform spoke.

The moment that majestic and resolute voice sounded, everyone's attention couldn't help but focus on him.

"We need 10,000!"

The moment this sentence spread, the audience fell into a brief commotion.

Yang Lei heard the whispers of people around him. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"10,000 people, are you going to be selected to join the Foundation, to be an agent or a member of the task force?"

"Wow, if that's the case, it doesn't seem bad. "

"But can we?"

"Maybe it's a guard or a security guard?"

Hearing the faint sound of discussion, for some reason, Yang Lei suddenly felt a little panicked.

His intuition told him that it wasn't like that.

Sure enough, the second sentence of the chief shattered everyone's illusions.

"Not a Mobile Task Force. "

Everyone was slightly stunned.

"Not an agent. "

The expressions of the crowd changed slightly.

"Not the guards. "

Someone secretly took a step back.

"Not even security!"

Every time he denied a possibility, the hearts of those below trembled.

By the time he said the end, everyone's hearts had sunk to the bottom.

As he spoke, the other party's deep-set eyes suddenly burst out with a chilling look.

"Of course, it's not a D-class. "

Hearing this, the people below secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the other party's next sentence directly made everyone's blood freeze.

"We need 10,000 people to carry out the anomalous containment mission!"

The words fell, and the crowd below was in an uproar.

"This, you're actually asking us to contain the anomaly?"

"The difficulty of this containment mission should not be much lower than that of D-class personnel, right?"

"You're going to die, aren't you?"

As if in response to the voice, the man on the stage spoke:

"That's right, they will die, and the vast majority of them will!"

The chief didn't even want to lie to everyone, and this straightforward way sent chills down everyone's spine.

As soldiers of the Federation, although they all have the desire to serve their family and country, no one can accept this bloody burden when it falls on their shoulders.

They can die in the service of their country, they can die because of the containment anomaly, so they don't see any meaning.

A soldier trembled and took a step back:

"So, in the absence of any knowledge of the containment anomaly, we're going to die, right?"

"Yes. "

The figure on the stage still spoke calmly, as if it was not a major matter of life and death, but a trivial matter.

"In that case, wouldn't our death be meaningless?"

"Yes. The chief looked at everyone coldly: "No matter what dreams and hopes you have, no matter what kind of life you have lived, when facing the abnormality, everyone will get the same result - death." "

At this point, his voice seemed to be a little higher: "So, is your death meaningless?"

"Those members of the SCP Foundation who died to contain the anomaly, and those soldiers who died in the anomaly resuscitation accident last night, are all the sacrifices meaningless?"

"No!"

When everyone's hearts had sunk to the bottom, his voice suddenly increased.

"No, only we can give meaning to the sacrifices of those soldiers!"

"Those brave victims, those unfortunate victims, only the living can continue to remember them!"

"But now, it's our turn! it's the next group of living to decide the meaning of our death!"

"This is us, this is the only way for humanity to fight against this cruel world now!"

"To death!"

The words fell, and only the sound of the cold wind howled remained in the whole world.

Knock knock~

Yang Lei seemed to hear his own heartbeat.

The subtle sensation of a pump-like heart, which pumped hot blood to every corner, made him know that he was alive and that his blood had not yet cooled.

He looked around, took a breath, and moved his stiff right leg as he was about to stand up.

"Zhao Zhiyi, Class 43 of the 7th Company, accept the task!"

A resolute voice sounded before him.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Zhao Zhiyi in shock.

But it doesn't take two seconds.

"6 companies and 4 squads accept the mission!"

Then the sound was like a signal, and it drove countless sounds.

"6 consecutive 5 beats"

"Nine Companies"

"3 companies and 42 squads, Yang Lei, accept the task!"

In the wind and snow, they regard death as home!