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 222 Fairy Tale Twenty-Five
"Old... Old man?" This time, it was Chen Xiao's turn to be stunned.
An extremely discordant image appeared in his mind.
"Ah— Is... Is that old man also leaning on a cane?" Chen Xiao asked faintly.
The little girl nodded.
Chen Xiao's expression became slightly... strained.
"Uh... So, is he wearing a very proper suit, looking like an old overseas Chinese from the last century?"
The little girl's eyes furrowed beautifully, clearly, she had a vague image of an "old overseas Chinese from the last century" in her mind, but from Chen Xiao's description between the lines, she seemed to also have an idea of what that image was.
"Hmm... I suppose so," she replied.
Chen Xiao's whole head drooped, a very frustrating feeling flowing from all over his body, but still, as if defiant, he asked one more time, "Okay, but in the end, I still want to confirm~ So, could you please recount, just a bit... um... your impression of that old man, anything at all."