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Chapter 189

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"Why haven't I aged? The answer is simple, because I'm already dead. " Yang Wensong looked at Zhang Jue. "The me you see now is a combination of my memory, a part of my AI, and a holographic projection."

If someone else said this to Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue would probably think that the other person was joking and would really send him to his death.

But the person in front of him was Yang Wensong.

Zhang Jue did not think that he was someone who would joke around.

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 recruited here? What's going on in this station? "

Zhang Jue's question was very sensitive. According to the foundation's confidentiality clause, Yang Wensong should not talk to anyone about these things without authorization.

But maybe it was because he was dead, or 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 slowly spoke.

"It's been more than ten years." He said, "At that time, I had just been promoted to the experimental supervisor of site14. I was in high spirits and I thought that no project would be difficult for 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 leather woven handle. The surface was rusty and looked very old, but it had a strange characteristic.

"The person who held the knife would frequently start to dream. In the dream, they would use the knife to kill some people and dig out their hearts to eat.

"The scene in the dream was the first time they held the knife. The people who were stabbed to death could not be found in reality.

"Originally, this wasn't a big deal, but what happened later made my hair stand on end."

I have a habit of taking notes. Before every experiment, I would write down something.

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

"From then on, strange things started to happen one after another.

First, the experiment room was filled with the smell of rotting flesh. It was very unpleasant, like there was a pile of dead rats in there, but we could not find anything.

"According to the regulations at the time, every SCP should have a lead researcher and a deputy lead researcher, but it seems that only one lead researcher participated in the research of the knife.

"The strangest thing was that after the knife was transferred to site14, there was a serious shortage of D-grade personnel..... We were sure that no D-grade personnel were missing, but there was a difference in the expected number of D-grade personnel....

"At that time, a few of us researchers pondered for a long time, and then came up with the most likely and the most impossible hypothesis."

The missing D-grade personnel were all killed by the knife's knife.....

"However, after they were killed, they all ceased to exist."

From birth to death, all traces of their existence were erased. They did not appear in this world. "

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

Just as Yang Wensong said, the knife's characteristic was that the people it killed did not exist.

Whether it was the perpetrator or bystander, they would all be affected by the knife.

Yang Wensong continued, "We sent our hypothesis and the knife to the headquarters.

But the headquarters did not reply to us, so the matter was left unsettled.

One week later, I received a strange email. There was only one English word on the email.

“antimemetic。”

"Antimemetic," Zhang Jue said.

Yang Wensong looked at Zhang Jue as if he was confused that he knew this word.

But when he thought about Zhang Jue's identity as a special consultant, he understood.

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