Memory retrospective program, the foundation was exposed

At this time, Dr. M can no longer be regarded as Dr. M.

His arms and eyes had been transformed into bronze prosthetics, fleshy tentacles extending from the ground into the parts, and his facial features were heavily distorted by several large green tumors. The humanoid looks unconscious, but still breathes and blinks rapidly!

Seeing this scene, Huo Mo's heart sank to the bottom.

"M, Dr. M, is that you?"

The other party did not respond, and still walked towards him stiffly.

He stretched his right arm as far as he could, as if trying to touch Homer.

Huo Mo's eyes trembled, revealing an indescribable despair.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qidong in the recording room subconsciously shouted: "Don't"

Obviously, everyone knows that once you are touched by the other party, something very bad will definitely happen!

But now, it seems, Hommer doesn't want to struggle.

He covered his face in despair and said in pain: "What the hell is going on?"

Seeing that the other party's hand touched Huo Mo, everyone in the recording room even clenched their fists.

But at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed Huo Mo's shoulders and dragged them away!

Huo Mo was directly thrown out by this force for more than ten meters.

At the same time, there was also a familiar but unbelievable voice.

"Idiot, do you want to die?"

In the next second, a figure that no one expected appeared on the screen.

The moment he saw this figure, Huo Mo froze, the audience in the live broadcast room froze, and everyone in the recording room froze.

"Hollis!"

That's right, it's Hollis, who has already died with those three horrible guys in SCP-1730, and Hollis has never existed in the SCP Foundation's records!

Then, the live broadcast room boiled.

"!"

"Is this special? Is it me hallucinating? Or is Homer dreaming? Is this his dream 03?"

"No, isn't Hollis supposed to die?"

"No, I should say, Hollis never existed! Remember, he's the one who worked at Site-13, and Site-13 itself doesn't exist!"

"I'm stupid, so what's going on now? Can you explain it personally?"

"Reality bender!" In the recording room, Zhao Qidong suddenly said these words.

The others subconsciously looked at him, and Lu Guotao was even more shocked: "You mean, Hollis is Hommer's ability?"

"Being able to make people who don't exist exist and being able to reverse facts" said, Zhao Qidong let out a wry smile: "Isn't this the ability of reality benders?"

As he spoke, he looked at the people:

"Do you remember the introduction to Level 4 reality benders?"

Everyone was stunned, and Lu Wan immediately brought up the previous picture.

"SCP-239 is a 4 reality bender, and despite their small range of influence, objects within their area of effect can be shaped almost entirely at will. It is possible to create humans or anomalous objects at will without being harmed, to make humans disappear and reappear, and to turn the entire Site-117 into a puppet."

Seeing this, Lu Wan's eyes were shocked: "You mean, Hollis is an abnormal human created by Huo Mo?"

Call~

Zhao Qidong exhaled and said uncertainly: "In my opinion, Hollis is more like a projection of Huo Mo's inner reflection"

As he spoke, he looked at the screen and said in a vague voice:

"He needed Hollis, so Hollis showed up. "

This explanation is tantamount to dropping a bombshell in the hearts of everyone.

I think, therefore I am

Is this what reality benders are capable of?

On the screen, Huo Mo's eyes widened, trembling and pointing at Hollis, and the whole person was a little crazy.

"You're not Hollis?" he said, as if comforting himself, "yes, Hollis is dead, dead." "

Pap~Papa!

Hollis walked slowly towards Holm, squatted directly in front of Holm, and looked at him calmly: "I am Hollis, a person who only exists in your imagination. "

Whew~

Huo Mo gasped.

Hollis's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Holmer finally cried out in pain: "Why? My brain is so messy, I can't tell, I can't tell!"

"Homeo!"

Hollis's voice was like a flood of bells, instantly shocking Huo Mo.

Holmer stared blankly at Hollis.

"You're a reality bender, have you forgotten?"

"I, you?" Huo Mo was stunned and shocked, "You mean, you are my ability?"

Hollis nodded, "SCP-1730 shouldn't have appeared, and I, Hollis, shouldn't have been. "

Huo Mo's breath froze: "Could it be that I also caused SCP-1730?"

"No, you don't have that ability yet. Hollis smiled wryly, "SCP-1730 infected you, to be exact. "

"But what the hell is going on with SCP-1730, and what's going on with all this happening now?"

Homer was about to ask, but Hollis interrupted him:

"You forgot? I'm just a fantasy of you, I can only do what you think I can do in theory, my knowledge, comes from you. "

They were shocked by what was happening before them, their sanity jumping back and forth between doubt and trust, but reality kept reminding them that what Hollis said was probably true.

Hollis is really Homo's ability as a reality bender.

Everyone's hearts are churning with monstrous waves.

At this time, in the screen, Huo Mo, under the leadership of Hollis, took the initiative to approach the other party.

When the two of them came together within a three-meter range, Dr. M, who had been completely distorted, actually spoke?

"She's going to die. It's not my fault. Yes, I was forced. I'm sorry. Namu brought you here because she was going to kill you, because she wanted you to live. "

The first sentence made everyone confused.

In the recording room, everyone suppressed the waves in their hearts and shifted their attention to this sentence.

Lu Guotao scratched his hair and said anxiously: "What do you mean by bringing him here to kill him, but hoping that he will survive? Isn't this a contradiction?"

Zhao Qidong was also confused.

The continuous explosive messages had completely messed up his heart.

Soon, the other party said the second sentence.

"I wasn't always like me. I was Jusudra. It's over, and now the blood is sick. No, I'm the one who is sick. No, she was the one who was sick. Yes, we are all sick. I'm confused. Who are you? Namu is now barking and striking, and her actions are evil. Our minds can feel it even when it's hollowed out"

Huo Mo frowned: "Wait, who do you say? Who is sick?"

It's a pity that the other party didn't answer him at all, just like a robot that only recorded this paragraph and said the third sentence according to the program.

"My people, and the priests of this house, are gone. They fled or joined when the red tide came. The gods are either dead or insane. Eriskerg struggled in the shadows. Nyingkahi lives in seclusion. Enki is in tatters. La Masu has no master. Jusudra could not think, could not live, and could not rest. "

God is crazy?

Hearing this, everyone in the recording room was stunned?

Why is God mad?

The message contained in this sentence is explosive.

On the screen, Huo Mo was also taken aback by the other party's deliberate words, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Wait, can you make it clearer." "

Unfortunately, it is still useless.

"You can slow down the flooding. Yes. The Warlock Tulva sees you. The Fish-Man is his eyes. I am his eyes. He would sacrifice the city above to awaken Namu. You have to hurry and get ready for the mixing of the waters. I'm sorry. "Dr. M, both in voice and in tone, is completely out of his own.

With that, his strange eyes glanced at Huo Mo before saying the last word.

"He sees you now. The ones above are too. Let's go. "

Speaking of which, Huo Mo just wanted to speak!

But suddenly I heard a strange scream!

The voice grew louder and louder, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Then, the picture began to distort again, began to tremble, and began to flicker!(Read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"Homo!

Three seconds later, a rapid call woke Huo Mo.

When the picture stabilized again, Homer had already appeared in the previous cylindrical room.

Huo Mo was stunned: "You, how could it be you?"

After saying that, he seemed to realize something, and immediately began to search in a panic: "Where is Dr. M? Where are you, Mr. A!"

"Calm down!"

Huo Mo looked at his teammates in shock: "What about them?"

The teammate frowned and said, "Don't you know? What happened a day ago? You don't know?"

"One, a day ago?" Huo Mo was stunned, "You mean, I've been here for a day?"

"25 hours, to be exact!" another teammate sighed, "Before 24 o'clock, we lost your signal, and your radio and camera functions stopped."

Huo Mo immediately interrupted, "What about Dr. A?"

"Them"

One of the team members hesitated, pointing to the shocking SCP-2688-B on the wall, the scarlet flesh appearing to become more vivid and vibrant.

However, one of Homeo's hearts sank to the bottom.

"So, Sergeant A, Dr. M, and Dr. Singer have all been absorbed by SCP-2688-B, right?"

Huo Mo looked sadly at his teammates.

It turned out to be a different expression: "Sergeant A is an anthropologist and Assyria expert on the SCP Foundation, Dr. M is an archaeologist for the GOC Special Observer, but who is Dr. Singh?"

As soon as these words came out, Huo Mo's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at his teammates who said these words tremblingly: "What did you say? No Dr. Singh! He is a biologist at Area58, one of the members of the four-person exploration team this time!

"No!" "There are only three people involved in this mission, and there are biological experts, but they are not in a group with you, and the research objects of others are those SCP-2668-A outside." "

"As for Dr. Singh, the Foundation doesn't have that person. "

“"

Hearing this, for some reason, Huo Mo, who originally seemed to be very flustered, seemed to see something, and his expression calmed down suddenly.

He staggered to the wall, looking at the clothes of Dr. A and Dr. M contained in the shocking flesh and blood, and a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"I see, go back. "

At this point, the picture begins to blur.

In the past, the members who ended their memories were intermittent at the last moment, both in terms of pictures and sounds.

However, at the end of Homer's story, the audience clearly heard two sentences of conversation.

"Hello, my name is Hollis. "

"Dr. Singh. "。