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“Just me,” Hughes said.

"Only you," Li said, "are good enough for me."

"Damn it! Get down!" Wheeler shouted.

But she was never as fast as Li.

Li pulled out a pistol out of thin air.

Hughes Germ's large pupils shrank suddenly at the riot.

For a time,

The picture seems to be frozen here.

This was not part of any plan, and everyone present knew it.

boom!

boom!

Li aimed at Hughes and fired twice in the chest.

The first shot pierced his lung.

The second shot, fired as Hughes fell to the ground, grazed his computer screen, but it was bulletproof and ricocheted off the conference room wall.

The sudden change plunged the entire universe into deathly silence.

One second

Two seconds

three seconds

Until the third second,

The chat group suddenly exploded!

"HOLYF—KINGSH-T WHAT HAPPENED?"

"Why is this guy so difficult? Is he a spy for another organization? Damn, this is a heavily guarded O5 office!"

"I was wondering why he suddenly asked these questions. It turns out there's something wrong with him!"

"It's over. Once Hughes dies, won't the Foundation have any means to control SCP-3125?"

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"Damn?"

Watson was completely confused: "What is this? Internal strife?"

"It's SCP-3125!"

"what?"

"That guy has been controlled by the infection!" Holmes said in a trembling voice!

At this moment, even he was panicked for a moment.

What will happen to SCP-3125 once Hughes dies?

In the light curtain.

Li turned, this time aiming at O5-8.

Bang bang! ! !

He fired two more times, each one eliciting a sharp hiss of electricity and a burst of green light as O5-8's patronus absorbed the energy.

Who knew that at this moment,

Wheeler moves!

She was like a cheetah, bursting out with determination and speed that were totally unbefitting of her age!

She jumped at Li's gun-holding arm from behind.

Use one hand to pry it upwards, and with the other hand hold the fountain pen and stab it straight into your throat.

puff~

Wheeler pulled hard, slitting his throat all the way open, and blood gushed out immediately!

Li's fingers finally loosened and she moved the gun away.

Li grunted in pain and fell backwards, trying in vain to hold the wound in place.

His head—well, the germ he was wearing on his head—hit the glass conference room door, causing it to collapse in a pool of blood.

He is already harmless.

O5-8's eyes met Wheeler's. "What do you think?"

he asked anxiously.

"Li was infected, and I don't know how," Wheeler said.

She made sure the gun was safe, holstered it, and went to check on Hughes at the table.

The thing that the audience was most worried about finally happened.

He died, and so did Graves.

"The entire site is infected from top to bottom—"

Speaking of this, even Wheeler felt horrified.

"Li is infected," she said again.

She quickly ran to the back of the room where a medical kit was mounted on the wall.

"We need to get out of here real quick. Then we need to disinfect the site."

"When was it acquired?" O5-8 asked.

"By whom? From what I understand, SCP-3125 will make the victim completely physically subordinate to SCP-3125, physiologically becoming only able to promote its core concepts. But Li is still high-functioning."

This is also what puzzled the audience in the chat group.

It stands to reason,

Shouldn't the infected target be solely interested in spreading the existence of SCP-3125?

And what about Li?

Not only did he behave like a normal person, he even looked like a real brainwashed traitor until his death!

“We miscalculated something,” Wheeler said.

She tossed most of the kit aside, leaving behind only an oddly shaped capsule with a thin tube and pink liquid inside.

The audience immediately recognized it——

This is a fast-acting chemical amnesiac.

"Isn't it time for SCP-3125 to show up?" O5-8 pointed out.

"I can definitely feel...something. In my head. My germ, I guess."

"Same here. Roll up your sleeves. You also need to turn off the barrier for a second."

O5-8 complied, and Wheeler gave him the remaining doses.

Outside the door, the agent who had earlier examined Hughes began to mumble and speak incoherently.

Now he yelled again.

As Wheeler looked, something long and black, as sharp and forked as a javelin, descended from the roof of the warehouse.

It hooked the chair that was holding the agent and lifted him into the air.

A second slender perceptron appears.

With curiosity, it probed the agent's waist and abdomen covered with glue.

puff~

He was pierced through like a nail through a piece of paper

For a moment, blood splashed!

After seeing this spider-leg-like thing, the audience in the chat group

The dusty memories are awakened again!

A string of numbers emerged in their minds at the same time:

SCP-3125!

Then,

A wave of fear swept across the heavens and the world.

SCP-3125 has breached the site!

but,

The crisis in the picture has not been resolved.

More spider legs pierced O5-8's mobile bodyguard, pulling it away from the airlock.

It quickly disintegrated into sparking fragments.

The lasers flashed wildly as the machine died.

Totally useless.

In the distance, the entire station alarm sounded...

"This is a memetic threat," O5-8 said, almost to himself. "Where did that spider-thing come from?"

"Do you have a backup transfer vehicle?" Wheeler asked.

“S167-B02-101，有个逃生舱。”O5-8说。

As he spoke, Wheeler wrote on his hand with a bloody fountain pen.

"Underground? Are you sure? Is there a code for the door?"

O5-8 holds up five fingers.

He grabbed his head.

His germ was twisting unhappily, and the color and lines were changing, as if an infection was spreading across its pale blue skin.

"I can feel it. Like a—a hacksaw. It's… the most uncomfortable."

"We're going to the escape pods," Wheeler said. "Nothing else matters. We don't need to remember why. Got that?"

The spider legs touched the airlock and began to tear the room apart.

They move fast and furiously.

They know there's something important in there, but they just can't reach it.

The skull is too hard to open.

O5-8 doesn't have much field experience.

The amnesiac made his mind chaotic.

"I'm listening to you," he said sleepily, "escape pod. Lead the way."

Wheeler took his hand and with his other hand grabbed Li's pistol - which still had a lot of ammunition left.

"Follow me," she said.

She's done this before.

she does not know.

The roof of the warehouse began to collapse.

Until the picture starts to dim.

The audience was even more silent.