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 69: The Killers This Time Are of Poor Quality - Part 2
"You . . . what are you talking about?" the man asked, shocked as he stared at Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao, his eyes vacant, answered with a weak voice, "You'd better calm down now, go turn on the lights and the exhaust fan, find some salt or cooking oil, and if there is none, use toothpaste or crush cigarettes and put them in the washing machine to dry with the clothes. Bring me something high in sugar, the more sugar the better, then turn on the TV to the news channel, open all the windows, boil a pot of water, then find a knife or scissors, a plastic bag, some strong rope! Hurry and do it, because I . . . am helping you!"
After hearing all this, the man took a few steps back, somewhat at a loss as he looked at the man in front of him. He didn't know what Chen Xiao was planning, but the calm tone of the other man was definitely not that of someone who had been tied up; inexplicably, he even felt that this person might indeed be helping him.