Memes - Thoughts or ideas spread in the cultural field will cause changes in different directions during the inheritance process of generations. It is the basic single text of culture, just like genes for organisms, so it is called "memes" by scholars vividly and vividly.

It contains a wide range of religions, rumors, news, knowledge, concepts, habits, customs, and even slogans, proverbs, words, words, and jokes that can all become memes.

It’s like before the exam, you saw someone forwarding the koi picture. Out of superstition, you believe that the above forwarding test score will be 50 points higher than the original. Click the forward button, and those who see the koi picture in your space will also choose to believe and forward it, so they complete the contagion of the meme "Koi picture brings good luck".

In the SCP Foundation's worldview, memes are often associated with "cognitive harm".

Those dangerous information obtained through the five senses that will cause direct harm to the body and consciousness of the creature are carried by memes, constantly copied, inherited, mutated, and spread rapidly, and are difficult to eliminate and cannot be recycled.

Just like a virus.

The more famous meme infection item, the fifth meme, the item number is scp--,00122. The item is an abnormal meme, which cannot be described normally. If you want to describe it, you must write it as five words as one sentence. The infection content can be carried out, and the infected content has the same effect. The human being seen becomes an infected person, describes the situation, and becomes infected information; describes other things, speaking and sign language, without any effect. Letters and numbers are also counted as one word, but symbols are not counted. Experiments have confirmed that other languages ​​are also not feasible.

Infected content, as normal content, will be infected when the carrier is the same as that of the same vector. Including, electronic and printing, and handwriting can be done.

The project was discovered on 15/9/10. The weird phrase was circulated on the Internet. It attracted the attention of the agent and reported it to the superior. When the report was reported, it found that the term was abnormal. The agent was later removed by the memory of the C and returned to normal. The mobile task force, the "fifth collector", is undergoing the removal of information, the infected person is searching for and the source is traced, without useful information.

Memes and cognition, the feeling of harm, Dong Zheng first learned from, scp, but he didn't expect to really encounter it in the pure white world.

Dong Zheng took a deep breath, focused on his spirit, and forcibly cleared away the content in his mind.

At the beginning, Dong Zheng only believed that for the so-called meme-related content, people only subconsciously imitate the so-called contagious phenomenon out of curiosity or other psychology.

But he really didn't expect that there would be memes.

If Murphy exists as a meme that causes cognitive harm, what is her contagion?

Since he met He Xiufang, he has never written any words or painted any images. That is to say, Murphy's infection does not rely on actual carriers?

Is it his voice, movement, vision, or something that even he himself doesn't realize?

After all, he, who carries Murphy's main body, must have become one of the infected people.

So, were the two prisoners who met him in the corridor not long ago and looked at him and were infected?

Dong Zheng didn't know.

He carefully controlled these thoughts to arise in the central area and took the initiative to destroy them before they diverged to avoid being noticed by Murphy. Now Dong Zheng felt that he had listened to Murphy's call to find her and agreed to help her leave was tantamount to opening Pandora's box. A disaster that no one could predict would come quietly.

But the clown must have known Murphy's existence.

Since the prison ground is the box he owns, he will definitely not know how dangerous the things in it are. Since the clown has not appeared and made a make-up move until now, it means that the matter may not be as serious as he imagined?

Dong Zheng could only comfort himself like this.

The early spring wind is still chilly and cold, pouring in from the collar, taking away sweat drips. The early morning air is cold and fresh, and it makes people feel pain in the nasal cavity when sucked in.

Cui Zuojing struggled to move his legs, filled with lead-like legs, panting so much that his speech was not clear, "I really... I can't walk anymore."

"If you stick to it for a while, it will be over soon." Luo Yan, who was not far ahead of him, stopped and turned around to wait for him. Seeing that the weight on Cui Zuojing's back was about to slide down, he pressed heavily on his arm, and helped him take the back to Cui Zuojing.

Nana Chili, who was lightly equipped, walked in front, followed by Victor who was twice as much as Cui Zuojing's weight, but these weights were nothing to him, a fighting nation that was just a fake one.

Only Cui Zuojing was about to lose his life. The high-intensity training was still a bit unbearable for his sixteen-year-old body, so he secretly said to Luo: "Let's rest for a while, and then take a rest for a while, and you won't be discovered by Fu Zhe."

Luo Feng was also very tired. She estimated the second half of the journey and hit it off with Cui Zuojing. The two of them sat down on the bench at the corner. Cui Zuojing took off his backpack with lead, moved his sore shoulders, and muttered unclearly.

After recruiting Nana, the team had just taken shape and when it was time to get started, Fu Zhe arranged a series of training activities tailored for them very cruelly, and called it the name of everyone to support and understand each other while enduring hardships together.

Luo Feng's hair is not that long at this time. It will be inconvenient to move if it is too long and affects the performance of the box. Between love beauty and life, everyone chose the latter one at the same time.

Cui Zuojing saw several deep and narrow scars on her left wrist, layer by layer, directly penetrated through the inner side of her wrist - this was the traces left by repeated wrist cutting.

Seeing Cui Zuojing's gaze, Luo smiled, lowered her hand, and hid the scars in her sleeve.

"Does it hurt?" Cui Zuojing asked.

Luo Feng shook his head: "I almost forgot what that feels."

After graduating from high school, Luo Feng was sent directly to study abroad.

Living alone in a foreign country, no one knows when this girl, who was born in a wealthy family, was bitten by the black dog named Depression, including herself.

By the time Luo Feng realized that she might be sick, she was on the verge of collapse.

The first time she committed suicide by cutting her wrist, she was rescued by her classmate who came to play with her.

Later, she was sent to see a psychologist, but day by day, the situation did not improve, but instead became worse.

Her parents quickly took her home, but Luo Feng cut her wrist in the bathtub for the last time on the third day after returning home.

This time she cut it very deeply. Luo Ying knew that the mortality rate of wrist cutting was actually very low. It is difficult for non-professional people to actually cut arteries. The so-called large amount of bleeding is just because it touches veins and capillaries. Because the veins have very good coagulation function, the bleeding will soon stop gradually.

But the pain caused by the rupture of sensitive nerves makes her feel that she is truly there while she is trembling.

But something happened that day.

Her parents, who should have been back home on time, failed to come back in time to find her, and the blood on her wrist could not be stopped, but instead became more and more intense.

When Luo Feng realized something was wrong, she had lost too much blood and had no strength to stand up. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, changed to a comfortable position and lay in the bathtub, quietly greeting death.

But God gave her a chance to live again.

"I was not very interested in living at that time, I'd be happier here." Seeing Cui Zuojing stopping, Luo Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm no longer like that anymore. Everyone wants to live so much. What reason do I have not cherish the second life I finally got?"

"It would be best if I could think like this." Cui Zuojing used his feet to tamper with the green grass that was desperately sent out from the cracks of the bricks and rocks, and said, "Everyone is going to leave here together."

"No matter what kind of situation you encounter in the future, no matter how difficult or hard it is, I will never give up the hope of living."

Rakyu looked at the backs of Victor and Nana Ikeri, who had already walked away. Thinking of the tenacious and fierce temperament of the lone wolf when she first met Nana Ikeri, she whispered, "I can feel that among all of us, the strongest idea of ​​living should be Nana. I don't know what she had encountered before."

As if he noticed something, Nana Chili turned her head and looked at them from afar. Victor stopped and exhaled white mist from his mouth. The violet eyes contained the gentleness of the elders, and shouted: "Okay, kids, let's hold on for a while, don't be lazy anymore."

Cui Zuojing responded high, put on his heavy backpack again, and walked towards the two of them with Luo Feng.

——Where are you now?

Cui Zuojing opened his eyes, and the machine below was still rumbled and rumbled, sending many parts to unknown places. His ultimate goal was a young man in gray sportswear, who was walking around from behind the transport belt, looking left and right, he hid in the container group in the corner.

This is the third day after entering the venue and the last day of the knockout round. On this day, all the pilgrims with insufficient amount of secret functions began to desperately snatch them from others, while those with many resources tried every means to hide and ensure that they would not be targeted.

Cui Zuojing didn't take it seriously the past two days, and until now he only had five identity cards and seven secret letters. There were at least a hundred people entering the factory. If he chose the top three to get tickets, he would have to get at least twenty secret letters to be insured.

Based on the principle that it is better to have less than more things, Cui Zuojing directly found the fattest sheep and planned to directly kill him.

After the other party's figure disappeared into the container, Cui Zuojing lowered his body and walked a few steps on the steel frame. He jumped to the nearest windowsill at the right position, then went down to the ground little by little, and quietly approached the young man's hiding place.

A day and a half ago, Cui Zuojing had seen this man. At that time, he was being chased by a man and a woman. After he used his ability to reduce his sense of existence to kill the women, he arrived on the first night. Maintenance workers flocked in and chased them and fled to another place.

To facilitate the title, Cui Zuojing directly called him "Ketsuko Takaya", abbreviated as Kuroko. Anyway, he has similar abilities to the protagonist of that basketball comic, and he is so vivid and vivid.

Afterwards, after Cui Zuojing's observation, the young man, Heizi, also obtained a considerable number of secret letters based on his ability.

As the party involved, Heizi never noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching the words secretly on the steel frame on the top of the factory.

It's time to get it.

Cui Zuojing climbed up to the container, took out the steel sheet from his pocket, and jumped to Heizi without warning in the rumbling sound of the machine, and punched him without warning, amid the sound of the rumbling machine.

“surprise!”

The author has something to say: Give this example, let’s have a vivid image. Why do I feel something is wrong and I can’t control myself. Enter five words. I think I need to do memory clearance. Dear babies, welcome to leave a message and send red envelopes as usual.
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