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 285 Interlude
No one knew where the headquarters of the Splitters were, not even their members.
They all had their own places to live.
For example, the scantily clad woman lived in a small town on the edge of Mozambique.
And the drunkard, he lived near a town in Northern Ireland with a name that was hard to pronounce. In fact, if the Foundation wanted to catch him, they just had to stake out a nearby brewery for a couple of hours to nab him.
Like Lin Fan, he lived in a privately built dwelling on the coast of the Yellow Sea.
Like the nurse, she lived in a bustling area of Seattle.
Then there was the guy who never took off his baseball cap, he wandered around the world, staying wherever he liked.
Anyway, apart from Amin and the Locksmith, everyone lived in different places, and Amin and the Locksmith only stayed in this gathering place because their abnormal reactions were too obvious to hide among the crowd; otherwise, they wouldn't want to stay here either.