Chapter 988

She pressed the muzzle against the man's cheek:

"Dare to speak, and you're dead."

"Dare to move, and you'll also die."

After the threat, the man was not the kind of guy who could risk his life to carry out the mission; he lay on the ground quite cooperatively.

This Marion walked to the window, leaned out slightly to see the situation outside, and walked to the stairs, listening to the movement outside, leaving enough time.

But there was nothing.

No sound, no light.

At this time, Marion had the mood to look at this bold assassin.

But just this one look, she had many doubts in her heart.

The man was in his fifties, thin and tall.

He was wearing an expensive black suit, his features were angular, his thick graying hair and rimless glasses were accompanied by exquisite platinum jewelry: a watch, cufflinks, and a ring.

And the rimless glasses were already bent under his face because of Marion's sudden attack.

This appearance looked like some high-level official like her, not an assassin sent by some organization to kill her.

"Where are the others?" She didn't quite believe it.

"Only me, Marion." He replied.

"Who are you?"

The man was obviously stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, his expression underwent a slow, subtle change, quite gloomy.

"I, uh…… okay, okay, it really happened, right? I've always wanted to know."

"Who are you?"

"A monster followed you and ate your memory," the man didn't rush to prove himself, but talked about another thing.

"It is 'SCP-4987'."

"You feed it trivial things bit by bit so it won't touch important things: game shows you've watched, books you've just read……"

"As for evidence, it's on your bedside table. That's a trivial book, right?"

Marion didn't deny or affirm, but this was indeed true.

During feeding time, that thing would turn into a golden-white highlight and appear in the corner of her eye.

It was gone now.

The matter was obvious. She had forgotten something inadvertently, made malicious speculation the moment this gentleman entered the door, and carried out a personal attack.

Marion Wheeler tried her best to hide the astonishment on her face, and she asked:

"What is your name?"

"Adam," he said.

"Adam Wheeler."

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