Chapter 97: Mysterious Clown (3)
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Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly Chapter 97: Mysterious Clown (3)

The barrage of comments suddenly fell silent.

The scene in front of them completely overturned everyone's worldview. They had never witnessed such a bizarre and malevolent sight.

"What is this place? Hell?"

"Why is there something like this under our city?"

"Can someone tell me this is just an illusion?"

"I see my daughter there!"

The barrage of comments resurfaced, covering up the terrifying scene, leaving only the lonely silhouette of Gu Yi.

Gu Yi turned to the camera, bowing slightly. Then he took out a balloon from his pocket and skillfully crafted it into a Thompson submachine gun.

"Beep beep beep—"

With a whistle in his mouth, Gu Yi blew it rapidly, mimicking the sound of machine-gun fire.

The balloon gun's muzzle spewed like flames, and in no time, it pierced through the entangled bony branches overhead.

The branches flailed wildly in the air, spraying a mixture of red and white fluid.

Gu Yi blew his whistle again, and the fluids turned into fireworks in mid-air. The cameraman immediately aimed the lens at the beds, where the children all wore happy smiles as if they had just experienced a beautiful dream.

"That clown is helping these children pass on."

"The pain on the children's faces has disappeared."

"He's a superhero fighting against the devil!"

Beep—

The whistle sounded again.

The cameraman, supporting the reporter, approached Gu Yi. "Hero, do you have any instructions?"

Gu Yi patted both of their shoulders and then pointed to his own.

"Uh? What are you trying to say?"

Gu Yi rolled his eyes.

The reporter, turning pale, tentatively asked, "You want us to grab onto your shoulders, right?"

Gu Yi nodded frantically.

The cameraman looked at the reporter in amazement. "How did you understand that?"

"Talent?"

The two, one on each side, leaned on Gu Yi's shoulders.

Gu Yi took off the strap from his shoulder and, with a whoosh, threw it onto the ceiling.

The strap stuck to the ceiling, taut like a rubber band. Gu Yi held the reporter and the cameraman on each side and blew his whistl

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