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 98: Hospital Suspicions IV
Watching Chen Xiao split open the chest of a corpse as easily as splitting a cracked watermelon, the expression on the team leader's face stiffened.
He felt as if there was a tense string in his mind that snapped because it couldn't handle some bizarre thing with a "snap."
"Heh~~" he laughed for no reason, feeling inexplicably enlightened.
At that moment, Chen Xiao's voice came through...
"Hey, could you lend a hand here?"
The uncle looked up to see Chen Xiao still struggling with the corpse. Apparently, he wanted to free up a hand to do something, but as soon as he let go, the pried-open ribcage would close, so he was frantically busy and didn't succeed.
The uncle looked at this fellow, "If let loose in society, who knows what sensational incidents he might cause," and didn't scream like before, but seemed resigned instead.
"Oh..." he responded weakly and actually went over to help.