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!
At an altitude of 15,000 meters, above the clouds
a uniquely shaped aircraft swept past. Its height far exceeded that of regular aircraft, ensuring there was no possibility of it straying into other flight paths... Throughout its journey, the aircraft did not deviate and continued straight in one direction until it suddenly descended, the entire frame flipping 90 degrees vertically and piercing the clouds. Below, the ocean and sky at night merged indistinguishably.
After crossing an intercontinental distance, it was now evening, and since the three of them had boarded the aircraft, only about two hours had passed. Chen Xiao had just taken off his overcoat and after gulping down several large bottles of hot water, he was shivering a bit less.