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 290: The Murderer (Part 2)
"Hey!!"
The fatty paled in shock, hurried forward to stop him, but before he could actually do anything, Chen Xiao had already retrieved the key. And the clothing... was naturally intact.
"Huh, I didn't expect you to have a conscience," Chen Xiao said, still with his dead fish eyes, tossing the key to the other person.
"Heh... that was just the reaction of a mentally sound person, nothing special towards you, don't get delusional, okay... but what's with the clothing?"
"The clothing? It's just bulletproof, nothing to make a fuss about," Chen Xiao responded nonchalantly, putting the clothing back on.
"What?! Bulletproof? Just like that? You guys really are the black super special police, aren't you! Come on, what else do you have, any black tech like teleportation? Show me! I can handle it!"
The owner Xiao Yu appeared relieved to have the keys in hand, and his pent-up tension began to fade, so he started spouting nonsense as if by reflex.