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

Nolr fell silent for a small while, merely staring coldly at Chen Xiao without so much as glancing at anyone else, as if he didn't take those people seriously at all.


"So you're saying... you've regained your memories?" he said.


"So, after two years, you continue to go your own way?"


Chen Xiao didn't speak but simply shrugged his shoulders, the meaning couldn't have been clearer.


"Although I haven't really dealt with you much, I've heard from Angela, according to her understanding of you, you should be the type of person who wouldn't even spare yourself. So, do you really believe those memories?"


"Angela?" Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, you're talking about that woman, huh? She now goes by Shan Nai."


Chapter 409: The Game