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

"It's that symbol again, that must be why you were able to escape from the K City Anomaly Research Center," Nolr said, facing this group of desperadoes without a trace of fear.


"Should we kill this guy?" Song Xuan asked, a rare occasion where she sought Chen Xiao's opinion.


"Stop wasting time, this guy's defensive force field is no weaker than that Iron Man," Chen Xiao said, and then glanced at the drunkard, implying 'even the drunkard couldn't break through, and it definitely won't be a quick job for us either.' Then, he turned to Nolr, "So, why are you still standing here?"


Nolr shook his head: "I told you, you can't win this game, why keep struggling?"


"I also said...who said that?" Chen Xiao retorted like in a quarrel and casually waved his hand with a rogue's flair: "Step aside!" He then pocketed his hands and walked past him, heading in the direction Amin had pointed out.


Chapter 417: The Game (Part Eight)