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!
The other party was stunned; this kid was usually quiet and would absolutely never say what he'd just said.
Chen Xiao, with a look of displeasure on his face, snatched the travel bag abruptly.
"It's even new... and it's a backpack, with a zipper design... who do you think you are to rob?" he said as he unzipped it and pulled out a handgun and two spring knives from inside the bag.
There's no need to elaborate on the knives; these things are available everywhere if you are careful enough. Guns, however, need some connections.
"Tsk tsk, a homemade gun! It's not easy to come by something like this in such a small place," Chen Xiao said, holding the gun in his hand, but then he began to find faults with it again: "This craftsmanship, is it from some rural workshop? Built-in magazine, self-loaded shells... and with all this, you still rob a supermarket? You'd be better off using a fake gun to scare the clerks."
He wore a look of 'hating iron for not becoming steel'.