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!
But in the end, he gave up on the idea of opening the elevator.
Because even the cutting capability of the vibrating dagger could only leave a few scratches on it, indicating that the material density of this elevator was extremely high. It was estimated that not even a direct laser could penetrate it, so forcefully opening it was absolutely impossible.
At this moment, 30 seconds had already passed.
Chen Xiao quickly turned around, facing the mirror behind him.
Since the idea of "getting out" was temporarily ruled out, the most suspicious thing remaining... was this mirror.
Chen Xiao hurried towards the mirror... Since the elevator's door was "long" distance from the mirror, it took nearly two more seconds for Chen Xiao to reach it, and he carelessly flashed a smile at his reflection.
Then, as if disgusted by himself, he quickly stifled his smile.