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 339 Interrogation
Jimmy was slowly explaining the construction of the Pacific Division to Bai Xiong, while also intermittently addressing the various minor questions Bai Xiong posed. Just like that... after a lengthy journey, the group of four finally arrived at their destination, following a corridor of considerable length.
However, to Chen Xiao's surprise... upon opening the door at the end of the corridor, what he saw wasn't an office or archive room or anything of the sort...
Instead, it was a comparatively narrow passageway with several doors embedded in the wall in a row.
"Sir, please hand over all your weapons and equipment..." a guard dressed in a security uniform approached and thumped his chest with a fist.