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 241: Simple, Yet Perfect Murder Case (Thirteen)
This part of the speech, Chen Xiao still spoke very quickly. He leaned casually against the chair, but his peripheral vision constantly targeted the woman beside him, and his hand never left the car door even for a second...
During this period, he noticed that this woman, radiating an intellectual beauty, though her expressions turned contemplative, saddened, surprised, puzzled as he spoke, all her emotions seemed incredibly natural, flowing logically, perhaps... she had never panicked, or rather, she had anticipated everything.
The car steadily stopped in front of a traffic light. After the night's wait, her sorrow had slightly faded, replaced more by fatigue. Rubbing her dry eyes, she said faintly, "Continue, I'm listening..."