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 227: The Man with the Baseball Cap (Part 1)
"Thank you," Bai Xiong said as he tucked the photo into his inner pocket.
The guy in the baseball cap sneered, "No need for that, I know you're not really thankful for anything."
Bai Xiong maintained a calm and steady face.
"Indeed,"
"What? You're actually admitting it!"
Bai Xiong didn't continue the conversation, instead, he pulled out a file folder from under his mattress, "These are his past medical records, of course, they're useless."
The guy with the baseball cap took the file, shrugged his shoulders, and thought, whatever, I'm just a messenger, these things can be dumped off to that kid A-Ming to deal with.
After that, as usual... with some inconsequential noise, the room was once again left with only Bai Xiong.
So, let's talk about this guy with the baseball cap.
With a fierce face and the image of a scum sitting on the streets smoking, even in broad daylight, a girl would not hesitate to avoid someone like him.
Pssh, he doesn't care about that anyway.