I’m In Charge of SCP

"Why didn't I grow old? The answer is simple, because I'm already dead." Yang Wensong looked at Zhang Jue, "The me you see now is just the result of combining my memory, part of AI, and holographic projection. "

If other people said such things to Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue would probably think that the other party was joking, and then really send him to see God.

But the person in front of him was Yang Wensong.

Zhang Jue didn't think he was a joker.

Zhang Jue looked around and saw the light from several cameras.

Zhang Jue's face gradually became serious: "Dr. Yang, can you tell me why you were conscripted here? What happened in this site?"

The question Zhang Jue asked was very sensitive. According to the confidentiality clause of the foundation, without authorization, Yang Wensong should not tell anyone about these matters.

But maybe it was because he was dead now, maybe it was because Zhang Jue knew Yang Wenbai and Yang Xue, or maybe it was because of other reasons.

After a while, Yang Wensong spoke slowly.

"It's been more than ten years." He said, "At that time, I had just been promoted to the test director of site14, and I was very high-spirited. I thought that no project could stump me, until I took over a project."

"It was a short knife. To be precise, it was more like a dagger. We found it among the relics of an antique collector."

"The knife was about 12 centimeters long and had a woven leather hilt. The surface was rusted and looked very old, but it had a strange property."

"People who hold that knife will frequently start dreaming. In the dream, they will use that knife to kill some people, and dig out their hearts and eat them."

"The scene in the dream is where they held the knife for the first time, and those who were stabbed to death cannot be found in reality."

"It wasn't a big deal at first, but what happened later made my hair stand on end."

"I have the habit of taking notes. Before each experiment, I will write down something."

"According to the notes, I found that I tried to send two D-class personnel into the experimental room nine times, but I have no memory of it at all. From the beginning to the end, I only remember that I sent a D-class personnel in."

"From there, strange things started happening one after another."

"First of all, there was the room of the experiment. It was full of rotting meat. It was very bad. It was like a bunch of dead rats in it, but we couldn't find anything."

"According to the regulations at the time, each SCP should be equipped with a lead researcher and a deputy lead researcher, but it seems that only one lead researcher is involved in the study of the knife."

"And the weirdest thing is that since the knife was transferred to site 14, there has been a severe shortage of D-class personnel at the site. This shortage cannot be explained. We are sure that no D-class personnel are missing or absent, just the expected number of D-class personnel. has a difference."

"At that time, several of our researchers pondered for a long time, and then came up with the most likely and least likely hypothesis."

"Those missing D-class personnel were all killed, killed by that knife."

"But after they were killed, they all disappeared."

"From their birth to their death, all traces of their existence have been erased, as if they did not appear in this world."

Hearing this, Zhang Jue already knew which item Yang Wensong was talking about—SCP-3041 (Red Knife).

As Yang Wensong said, the characteristic of this knife is that no one killed exists.

Both the perpetrator and the bystander will be affected by this knife.

Yang Wensong continued: "We sent our inference, together with the knife, to the headquarters."

"But the headquarters did not reply to us, and the matter was left alone."

"A week later, I received a strange email with only one word in English.

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"Antimeme." Zhang Jue said.

Yang Wensong glanced at Zhang Jue, as if he was puzzled that he knew the word.

But thinking of Zhang Jue's status as a special advisor, he felt relieved.

He nodded.

"Yeah, it's antimemes, when I first heard the term."

"Since then, I've been working on a project on antimemetics."

"But because of the antimeme's own interest, my research progress is very slow."

"Sometimes I even forget what I was doing before, and I can only retrieve my memory bit by bit through notes."

"I've been in touch with a certain researcher from the foundation, and she gave me some medicine, medicine for memory restoration."

"Then my research has made some major progress. In addition to memory recovery drugs, I have discovered several methods that can resist antimemes."

"Then, one day, that person invited me and wanted me to help their site."

Yang Wensong sighed.

There seems to be some unspeakable emotion about that memory.

Zhang Jue looked at him, but did not urge him.

A minute later, Yang Wensong continued: "After coming to this site, I realized that there are so many antimemetic items in the world, and some of them couldn't be remembered even after I took memory aids."

"That friend is the director of the experiment here. She told me that there is a project that is about to break through containment. If it is not contained, all human beings in the world will become extinct."

"But I checked the database, and I couldn't find the project she said."

"All I know is that the number of personnel in the site is really wrong, just like the D-class personnel in Site 14, although no one remembers them, but there are only so few staff members in such a large site, which is itself a problem. "

"Then one day, I discovered that the Foundation's website could no longer be accessed here, and even contact with the outside world was no longer possible, because even if they received our request for help, they would forget us in a few minutes."

"I realized that if it went on like this, this place was going to end, the whole world was going to end."

"So, I designed this underground storage room and transferred all the materials here. If one day, all the personnel in the site die, they will also be buried underground here."

"Although it still can't prevent it from breaching containment, but if the time can be delayed a bit, someone will always find this place."

"Consultant Zhang, you can come here, which means that you have a certain resistance to antimemes. Now "it" is in the last room. Whether you can contain it or not depends on you."

Zhang Jue looked at the door behind, and he noticed it from the moment he entered.

But I didn't expect that the culprit who turned this place into such a place is actually behind

"So what should I do?" Zhang Jue asked.

"I...don't remember." Yang Wensong shook his head, "But I'm sure I've written the specific method in it, as long as you enter that door, you can definitely see it."

"That's it..."

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin and walked towards the door while thinking.

However, just when his hand was about to touch the door, he suddenly stopped.

Looking back at Yang Wensong.

"Your story is wonderful." Zhang Jue chuckled, "If I wasn't handsome, I would have let you fool me."

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