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 86 Cake and New Task
Shell Street, the coffee shop owned by Boss Xiao Yu. Chen Xiao pushed open the door, and a sweet scent wafted towards him.
He was still recalling the situation in Mrs. Liu's office.
"If even her authority can't access this team's information... it means that four-eyed dwarf is at least an A-level field operative. But what's he doing in the D-level area?... Is it because he's never participated in the D-level elite competition and now wants to make up for this regret? Cut it out, that kid doesn't seem like the type to do such meaningless things."
Chen Xiao took off his mask and sat at the bar.
"Save a spot?"
These words popped into Chen Xiao's mind.
"An invitation? A piece of the puzzle? A chess piece?" Chen Xiao pondered, but of course, he couldn't have the answers, just as the four-eyes had said— he still knew too little.
"Hehehe, you still owe me a game," Chen Xiao laughed unconsciously.
Then he slapped the table.
...
"Hello? Anyone there?" he shouted.