Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 177 Story Five
Indeed... Chief Paine's character seems a bit different from what he's shown during his appearances. Given his violent temperament and his tendency for forceful law enforcement, how could he possibly tolerate an irresponsible, ambitionless third-rate detective meddling in his cases...
"Good, this is a point of doubt... And that bastard across doesn't have a clue~" Yuto thought to himself, keeping his face emotionless.
The story continues...
The camera was still focused on Chief Paine sitting beside the tavern table, having just swallowed a shot of strong liquor, the spiciness contorting his features involuntarily.
The view continues to pull back... It turns out that there's another person sitting beside Paine's table...