Fat melon

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!

Clown Game

"Ah?" Chen Xiao couldn't believe his ears. "Strike there? At a branch of the Order Foundation? And in the Pacific Division where defenses are most rigorous?"


"Yeah, just like that," said the drunkard casually, as if discussing something very mundane. "Oh, right, we also have an evacuation plan."


"Hmm..." Chen Xiao drew out the word, hesitating. "You say it's a plan, but now I feel like all your plans are tagged with 'unreliable.' Still, let's hear it."


"Ah? The detector..." The nurse said, seemingly suddenly remembering something as he rummaged through his clothes. "Oh, found it." He then pulled out something resembling a Rubik's cube from his pocket. "This is the device. As long as we have it, after a while, it will break the Foundation's architectural material shielding against 'ENIAC,' and then we'll be able to contact Amin."


"And then?" Chen Xiao nodded thoughtfully... After a while, when the other party didn't make a sound. "Ah? That's it??"


Chapter 345: Hit it