Chapter 544

"Get out!"

Bates covered his head with the quilt, burying himself in the dreamland.

"Can't, Neil's call."

"Neil? What the fuck does he want?"

Bates looked irritable, stretched out his arm, and folded the quilt covering his face in front of him.

"Don't know, I don't care either." Adrien stuffed the phone into Bates' hand, "I'm going to the bathroom, if there's anything important, tell me."

Bates hummed low twice, then took the phone to his ear.

"Neil?"

"I don't want to answer why my phone is in Andrews' hands at one in the morning, this has nothing to do with you..."

· ·Seeking flowers··· 0

Adrien yawned while climbing out of bed, walked into the bathroom in a daze.

He stood in front of the toilet, looking at himself in the 3/4-foot-long mirror behind the toilet with a sad face.

No matter who installed this mirror, he didn't expect the impact it would have on a man standing to urinate...

This is not something to be shy about, but it is still a little bit awkward.

He looked at himself in the mirror:

The face of a psychology nerd in his thirties;

The eyes of someone who witnessed fear with his own eyes and survived;

A body that was originally weak but was forcibly transformed into a soldier.

As the pressure in the lower abdomen was relieved, Adrien washed his hands, and by the way, shook his hands at the mirror, thereby distorting his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't do that next time, it's still a bit troublesome to clean up."

Bates stood in front of the bathroom, looking confused.

"Sorry, what did he say?"

"He wants to talk to both of us."

Adrian frowned.

He pointed to his right forehead with his left finger.

"Enemy?" he asked.

She shook her head and waved at him.

"Don't understand." she answered silently.

"Wait," Bates said loudly to the phone, "I'll put it on speaker."

She pressed the button on the phone and put it on the bathroom cabinet.

Neil's voice came out, "Can you hear me now?"

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"Yes, can hear," Adrien said, "What's wrong?"

"We have trouble..." Neil's sigh came from the other side of the phone.

Seeing this, the audience was left with only confusion.

Of course, the most questions were—

"Who is this?"

"Unknown person, is it a Foundation staff member?"

"What about 'Abel'? Shouldn't the whole 'Zero Hour Event' focus on this humanoid SCP?"

"No, blonde hair and blue eyes, always feel this girl looks a bit familiar... must have seen it somewhere before."

Amidst the confusion of the audience, the picture changed.

Immediately after, appearing in the picture.

Was a blonde, blue-eyed girl.

She was smiling, sitting in the airport waiting hall, her eyes full of expectation.

This is the smallest airport in the city—basically commuter planes and private planes.

If everything goes well, it doesn't matter, but once something goes wrong, maybe it can buy a few precious minutes.

In her jacket pocket, her boarding pass was placed, and beside the seat, stood a suitcase.

There were twenty minutes left, and she could board the plane.

She had an urgent desire to stand up and walk around, moving her attention away from herself.

Although her heart was beating wildly and her palms were full of sweat.

The blonde little girl was still sitting on the chair, hanging her head, trying her best to look like a tired traveler who had been traveling abroad for a long time and wanted to go home.

——Tired of the world, tired of adventure, looking for a chance to go home, sleep in her own bed and...

——Footsteps.

The footsteps were unique and iconic, and you knew they came from some kind of heavy boot as soon as you heard them.

The blonde little girl secretly raised her eyes, glanced at the corridor, and felt cold in her heart.

A man and a woman were walking towards her.

This marked that all her escape plans had failed.

She failed, even though she had tried her best, exhausting all possibilities.

Just as the footsteps got closer, she hugged herself tightly.

They stopped in front of her: two pairs of black heavy combat boots, the man's size 46, the woman's size 40.

The blonde little girl raised her head and saw Adrien's haggard cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

"Hi." she said softly.

"Hi, Iris," Adrien smiled weakly, "You know why we are here, right?"

The girl called Iris curled into a ball and started to tremble.

"Yeah," her throat was dry and astringent. "You are here to take me back."

When the audience was eager to know her identity, the subsequent Foundation file answered everyone's confusion.

【SCP: Iris】

【Item Number: SCP-105】

【Danger Level: Safe】

She is "SCP-105" who served in Omega-7 and Alpha-9 teams successively.