I, the Three-Body Wallfacer, create the Containment Foundation

Taylor is waiting.

Various plans are in progress, space electromagnetic launch rails are under construction, large-scale experiments on ball lightning and macroatom fusion are also warming up, the space elevator theory is also progressing, and the space elevator loaded with various experimental equipment The rockets are also preparing one by one...

And just when everything is booming.

Suddenly one day, a visitor came to Taylor's home.

This visitor was no different from the others, he seemed extraordinarily humble, humble and subterranean in his bones, wearing a crumpled suit and a crumpled tie on a hot day, his whole body was thin and crumpled.

What bothered Taylor the most was that he was still wearing a top hat that was rarely seen now. He obviously hadn't been to any large-scale formal occasions and wanted to make his visit more formal.

He is sallow, thin, and malnourished. Even compared to 0-0-096, he is not much better. At first glance, he is the lowest social status, the lowest category of people.

But his first sentence made Taylor freeze in place for an instant.

"Wallfacer Frederick Taylor, I am your Wallfacer." People.

Chapter 102 Everything You Do, The Lord . . . . Doesn't Care

The man walked into the living room cautiously, and stopped in front of the thick brown carpet. His shoes seemed to have been cleaned carefully when he came, but even so could not conceal the shabby look.

He didn't dare to go any further, apparently because he was afraid that the soles of his shoes would stain the carpet.

Through the thick glasses, you can see the humbleness in his eyes. This kind of humbleness Taylor has seen in the eyes of countless people, spiritually, materially, and socially..

Too many people spend their whole lives in uncreative and tedious things, so that their energy is exhausted, but even so, they are still cautious, for fear that everything will go wrong.

This kind of people used to be the kind of people that Taylor looked down on the most, especially when this humble poor man took off his tattered top hat and bowed to him again and again, Taylor was even less interested, and had already made up his mind to let someone speak to him here. When the first sentence is uttered, drive him away.

Maybe what he said is very important to him, but for Taylor today, listening to one more sentence is a waste of time and meaningless.

But now.

Taylor didn't think so.

He clutched at his armrest, feeling weak all over his body, almost fell to the ground from dizziness, just like he did when he just learned about the massacre of 0-0-096 'shy' people in the United States , and even more serious.

The 17 words washed down the room like ice rain, and the despair that was more terrifying than those who faced 0-0-096'shy' came to my heart, making "[-]" Taylor almost suffocate.

"So fast?"

Taylor felt as though all his strength had been stolen from him. He tried his best to keep his voice calm and calm, but he couldn't do it. The whole person was like a shriveled plant, holding on to his seat.

"Actually, it wouldn't be so fast. I still want to collect more and more sufficient evidence, but it seems that because of the appearance of the 17th strange containment or other things, the Lord has urged me a little. I'm sorry." The Wall Breaker He opened his mouth, a little embarrassed, rubbing his hands, like a child facing a teacher's lesson, or like an old slave facing his master. He spoke very respectfully and respectfully, and the last three words even carried an unimaginable humility.

But his words did make Taylor almost suffocate.

Because... the upcoming announcement of the weird containment of Scp?

The whole room was silent for an unknown amount of time. At this moment, Taylor felt like a flame was burning in his heart, and it seemed like ice water was spreading.

The two sensations gradually spread over his ankles, knees, neck... and finally it was suffocating.

"Sir...I, can I continue?"

After waiting until Taylor looked up, the broken wall mustered up the courage to ask respectfully.

"You...Go ahead" Taylor waved his hand, wanting to take a sip of coffee to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it, the small cup in the past was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Yes, sir." The Wallbreaker bowed in respect, holding his top hat carefully in his palm, his tone was that of a senior.

"I will first explain your strategy: to establish a space force independent of the main fleet of the earth, with ball lightning and macro-nuclear fusion as the main weapons and equipment."

"It's meaningless for you to say that." Taylor took a deep breath, hesitating whether to stop the conversation completely. In less than half a year, someone who broke the wall came to his door. Taylor couldn't believe it anyway. Is it really so fragile? He couldn't believe it.

But his intuition as the former head of the defense department of the United States told him that after this person showed his identity as a wallbreaker, he was already a winner.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but if you really don't want to listen, I can stop talking and you can then arrest me, but one thing must have occurred to you: anyway, your real strategy and the way you figured out this All evidence of the strategy will be in the world's news tomorrow and tonight."

"I came to meet you at the cost of the rest of my life. I hope you can cherish my sacrifice."

"Go on." Responding to this sentence again, Taylor's voice was a little weak, which was completely different from his usual voice.

"Thank you, sir. I'm really honored. It won't take too long." The wall-breaker bowed respectfully and said, his humility and respect seemed to have penetrated into his bones, and he showed it at any time.

But at this time, these former humility and respect are like an executioner's due respect for a death row prisoner before his death.

"So, sir, was my statement of your strategy correct?"

"Correct," Taylor said.

"No, that's not correct." The Wall Breaker, that is, the person whose game ID is Von Neumann, said, shaking his head slightly: "Incorrect, sir, please allow me to refute, this is not correct."

"What's the reason?"

"There are many reasons, the most important point is that you have spent a lot of energy and time traveling around the world, inspecting the armies and other armed forces of various countries, trying to find the remaining spirit of self-sacrifice in human society, and forming a team with this Spiritual Space Force." The wallbreaker spoke with the same respectful tone.

"But this focus on sacrifice seems to be so much that you don't even hear about 0-0-096 'shy' people making trouble in the United States."

"Is there anything wrong with this? The radiation of ball lightning and macro-atom weapons is extremely high, and the casualty rate is extremely high. This requires a spirit of self-sacrifice." Taylor tried his best to raise his head, so as not to tremble in his tone.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's reasonable, but...this reasonableness is just your excuse."

The Wall Breaker spoke respectfully, his voice was still so humble, and his smile was as reserved as ever, but in Taylor's eyes, he was like a devil.

"Your real strategy, the situation has changed slightly: if I guess correctly, the day when this space kamikaze or space al-Qaeda is established is the beginning of the countdown to their death."

Taylor fell silent.

He already knew what the wallbreaker was going to say later, and he didn't want to continue listening.

But the wallbreaker never stopped, obviously at the door a few meters away, but Taylor seemed to feel the cold wind when he spoke, without any heat, like a ghost, with the smell of a cemetery.

"The final target of your ball lightning fleet's attack is not the Trisolaran fleet at all. It's attack target is the Earth's main fleet."

Taylor continued to remain silent, his clenched fists were his last strength, and he looked directly at the knife that was about to fall on the guillotine.

"At the moment when the Doomsday War comes, a super space Pearl Harbor incident will occur among the Earth Fleet, and this devastating attack will come from a direction they never dreamed of, and a character they never dreamed of—the First Wallfacer. "

"At the moment when the war is about to start, you will launch this attack on the human fleet."

"The light of macro-atom fusion will light up in the space military port. Its fusion energy is so high that it looks like countless suns. In these blue suns, the main fleet of the earth will be wiped out, and in this huge energy , the Quantum Army was also born—that is, the Earth Fleet that died just now. You will use the Quantum Phantom to resist the Trisolaran Fleet. You think they are invincible, because the fleet that has been destroyed cannot be destroyed again, the dead Can't die anymore."

The knife fell.

Taylor was still silent, but he didn't have any strength to speak again, and he just sat there as if his bones had been removed.

"The spirit of self-sacrifice you are looking for is not a war with the Lord, but to let those space forces know that after being killed by their fellow human beings, their quantum ghosts can still endure humiliation and continue to complete Missions that should have been accomplished by them alive."

"This is an insane scheme, one in which you have so resolutely abandoned the moral bedrock of modern society and you have remained steadfast throughout your actions. It was not easy, and I admire that, but at the same time remind you: you are murdering . . . "

The narrative of the Wallbreaker is over.

He stood there quietly, waiting for Taylor to recruit someone to arrest him.

But Taylor didn't speak.

The last ray of light in the dusk has also disappeared. At the last moment when that ray of golden sunlight dissipated, it happened to be the moment when the Wall Breaker ended his narration. At this moment, Taylor felt that his soul seemed to be broken.

He slumped on the spot, silently looking at the desk in front of him.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Taylor didn't speak, and the Wall Breaker didn't speak either.

After a long, long time, Taylor asked in a stiff voice.

"What if... what if what you said is true?"

The Wall Breaker looked back, showing that humility again.

"It will be nothing, Mr. Taylor."

"It doesn't matter if the Earth fleet is in a collapsed state or in a quantum state, and it doesn't matter whether the human space fighters are living beings or quantum ghosts."

"The Lord...don't even care."

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The news that the first wall-facer, Frederick Taylor, had been broken, undoubtedly spread all over the world very quickly.

Wallbreaker No. [-] von Neumann's reasoning was published on the Internet by an automatic program almost immediately after the end with Taylor.

Looking at Frederick Taylor's real wall-facing plan, countless people around the world were in an uproar!

"Fengshen Ghost Special Forces? This, what is this?"

"Isn't Mr. Wallfacer Frederick Taylor's plan to create a fleet to protect human civilization? Why did he take the initiative to attack the human civilization fleet?"

"Attack the fleet with spherical lightning and weapons to turn them into real quantum ghosts? What's the plan!"

On the Internet, all countries in the world were surprised and horrified after seeing the news!

Although they had unimaginable admiration and respect for the Wallfacers, they never expected that Frederick Taylor would use such a cruel plan! !

However, there were also some people who deeply believed in the Wallfacers and Frederick Taylor, and immediately came out and tried their best to calm all these public opinions.

Even the various member states acted immediately, trying their best to calm everything down.

"No, this is impossible! This is absolutely fake, this is a deception and lie from the ETO organization!"

"Don't believe in 1.5 easily! This is part of the plan!"

"Isn't it a normal operation to deceive and conceal the ETO organization and the Trisolaran civilization fleet? This must be the plan of the Wallfacers!"

However, in today's society, people have yet to truly witness the horror of the Three-Body Civilization. Although they have beliefs in the Wallfacers, they have not established that kind of absolute belief.

After all, in the original world line, it took five years for the earth civilization to establish absolute belief in the Wallfacers.

Regarding the Wallfacer Project, which has only been launched for less than half a year, although the people have expressed their appreciation and belief, they have not yet reached the level of unconditional trust in everything.

This kind of remedial method is certainly effective, but after all, it still planted a seed of doubt in the hearts of everyone.

Especially in the face of all these disputes and entanglements, Frederick Taylor has never appeared to explain this, which has aggravated people's suspicion of the Wallfacer.

However, just when the Planetary Defense Council urgently convened a meeting of many member states and wanted to seriously ask Frederick Taylor whether everything related to it was correct...

Two more shocking news came.

The second waller, Manuel Reydíaz, was broken.

Almost two hours after Manuel Rey Diaz was broken.

The identity of the third Wallfacer, Bill Hines, a true defeatist, was also slowly revealed on the global network...