Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Paul's performance this time is a very classic water tank escape magic, which was done centuries ago. Because of the high degree of difficulty and the inherent danger, not many people performed it.

Of course, magic is magic, and all magic is fake. For example, in Paul's magic trick, only the large transparent water tank and the water in it are real, and the rest are fake.

In other words, from the six-story iron box that trapped Paul to the chains and handcuffs that bound him, everything has been tampered with.

As long as you use your strength skillfully, have high psychological quality, and are calm enough, you can quickly break free of handcuffs and chains. As for the big lock on the outside of the iron box, it is a camouflage trick. The hinge of the iron box padlock is actually a thin layer of plastic. The top cracked.

So, after hearing the abnormal disturbance outside and the audience's screams, Paul couldn't calm down anymore. He didn't know what happened outside, and his son Pete was still outside, just in case...

Therefore, he can no longer perform gimmicks step by step and perform slowly, he has to hurry out!

So, in less than two minutes, he broke free from the shackles and chains on his body and broke his previous performance record.

Next, you only need to open the door of the iron box.

Water had already gushed in from the hole on the wall of the iron box, and the water level had reached Paul’s waist. He took a deep breath, and pushed upward with his elbows. Very well, the lock on the first layer of the iron box had fallen off. down.

Then there is the second layer, the third layer...

When they reached the fifth floor, the noisy crying outside gradually became fainter, and above Paul's head, only the door of the last iron box was left.

His intuition told him that it must be very dangerous outside at this moment, and it was possible that as long as he lifted the last layer of the box cover, he would face the crisis head-on.

And if you hide inside and wait a little longer, you might be in danger and leave yourself.

Paul gritted his teeth, shook off the cowardly thoughts in his mind, and pushed the last layer of the cover off forcefully.

The strong sunlight and fresh air made Paul close his eyes instinctively the moment he opened the lid.

After a few seconds, he adapted to the light. He looked up and saw that half of the audience and crowd had dispersed. Most of them were still there, but they all looked up at the sky blankly, motionless. Everyone's face was filled with confusion. Wearing clown face paint.

"Pete!" Paul yelled, jumping out of the box, his son nowhere to be seen, which made him extremely anxious.

In just a few minutes, what happened here?

Anxious Paul couldn't care less, he ran to the front row of the auditorium, where his son was sitting just now, grabbed a person looking up at the sky and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen my son, a 7-year-old son?" little boy in an orange jacket and blue jeans?"

The person being pulled by him was stiff all over, no matter how Paul pushed and pushed, he didn't respond at all.

If it wasn't for the rising and falling of the chest and the breathing of the nose and mouth, Paul almost thought that this man was dead.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"

A burst of melodious flute sound came from far away. Paul turned around and saw a clown less than 1 meters tall, taking exaggerated and funny steps, slowly playing the flute while walking along the road towards the Statue of Liberty. Like coming this way.

And behind him, followed by a team like a long dragon.

There are no adults in this team, all of them are children or young teenagers.

Unlike the surrounding adults who stared blankly at the sky, the faces of these children were not "infected" with clown faces.

On the contrary, each of them had vivid expressions, no different from what normal children should look like in daily life, and they didn't look like they had been controlled by their minds. I just didn't know why they followed the clown.

The clown playing the flute got closer and closer, and then keenly discovered the only adult on the scene who was not infected with the clown face——Paul.

Regardless of his fear, Paul rushed to the line of children like crazy, carefully identifying them one by one, hoping to find his own child in this line.

"In my circus, there used to be a magician." The clown stopped playing the flute, walked up to Paul with great interest, and said lightly, "However, that guy is old, his old eyes are dim, and he can no longer perform magic tricks." , so, can you please help me to perform a large-scale magic trick under the Statue of Liberty?"

Paul ignored him. His mind was on finding his son now, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"After the performance, your son will naturally appear in front of you, how about it?" The clown said.

Paul gritted his teeth, stared at the clown viciously, and said loudly, "Where did you get my son? Tell me! Where is my son?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry!" The clown completely ignored Paul's dangling hands on his neck, and the iconic clown smile on his face looked a little sinister: "Magic is very simple, you should have performed it before... a big change How about the living? Are you familiar with it?"

Paul was breathing heavily, and he began to feel a little timid, because the clown's throat was obviously pinched tightly by him, but it did not affect his breathing and speech at all. This was so contrary to common sense.

As soon as the word "common sense" comes to mind, all the abnormal scenes around - thousands of sluggish adults wearing clown masks, a scary clown playing the flute, a large group of children following him... In an instant, what he saw and heard, together It hit Paul's nerves violently.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Magician." The clown actually comforted Paul in turn: "You must be a father who loves children very much, right? For the sake of children, you must be able to overcome your fear, right?"

The panic in Paul's heart did not diminish at all, but thinking of his son Peter, he still bit the bullet and nodded, not wanting to show his cowardice in front of this scary clown again.

"Well, that's right!" The clown's voice was sharp, as if he had exchanged vocal cords with a dying cat: "Do as I say, and you can not only reunite with your son, but also become the most famous person in the history of this country. Magician, trust me!"

"What do you want me to do?" Paul didn't dare to think carefully about why he didn't have a clown face like the people around him. He only hoped that this was a nightmare and that this nightmare would pass quickly.

"Did you see? Behind me, there are many, many children." The clown laughed jokingly: "The magic of 'Big Transformation' that I want you to perform is to make all these children disappear and replace them with , how about your son standing in front of you? Isn't that a great idea?"

"It's gone... What do you mean?" Paul's voice trembled a little: "I didn't prepare such a large group magic prop today..."

"That's what it means literally, Mr. Magician." The clown jumped up a step and slapped the forehead of a dull man standing next to the step. The man immediately regained his ability to move. He was holding a Professional camera.

Yes, this person is the media person that Paul paid to come over and film the whole process of his escape magic.

"Live broadcast on the Internet, more than children, like a bonfire, smoke and dust are everywhere, and the ashes are destroyed." The clown screamed: "Use their disappearance in exchange for your son! How about it? Is it a good deal?"