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 178 Story Six
A quick zoom in obscured the lens with an object blocking the light.
This was a film transition technique that had been overused in movies; when the image reappeared, it was surely a different scene.
Those few seconds were precisely the time given to the contestants to ask questions...
In the recent plot sequence, the chief had covertly given the third-rate detective some exclusive information with a witness present. A vagrant pointed out that the murderer wore a beige trench coat and seemed to be holding the murder weapon. Mr. Andrew showed a peculiar hesitation about this "absolutely exclusive" clue. From any angle, these scenes should be crucial moments in the story, yet the two contestants seemed indifferent to the conversation that had just taken place in the tavern, not even asking a single question.
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The story continued,