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!
"If I say there will be, there will definitely be."
Such a boast sounds as ridiculous as "Let there be light, and there was light." And coming from the mouth of such an ordinary cake-eating woman, it seemed even more ludicrous.
However, Chen Xiao didn't find it absurd, he just nodded his head. After all, the other party was a big shot of 'The Splitters' organization, so the credibility of such a statement was quite high.
"So... is this all that I need to do?" he asked, clearly feeling a bit unsatisfied.
"Not exactly, but right now I don't want to tell you."
"Huh? Why?" Chen Xiao was not pleased with this. Things had come to a crunch, everything was ready, and suddenly you're telling me you won't tell me? Who could stand that?