Midnight Ship Says [Unlimited]

At the beginning of the evening, Chu Tu was very upset.Not only is there the person he hates the most on this boat, but he seems to be in big trouble.

The sky was brightly lit, the afterglow of the setting sun had just faded, and the cool sea night was illuminated by such fiery lights.

This is a very luxurious cruise ship with three floors in the cabin alone.Now those who ride on it are all famous people and their families.

The night has just fallen, and it is the beginning of the night life for this rich and rich group of people.The golden lights and beautiful music flowing on the third deck seem to be able to activate the entire lifeless sea.The only shortcoming is probably——

"Xiao Zhou, today's fog is so noisy."

"Yes, Director Chu, the fog is really too big." Xiao Zhou is the speaker's assistant, a frail young man wearing glasses. He looks helpless, but he still follows Chu Tu's words and says, "However, Chu Tu Director, did you hear what I just said?"

Chu Tu leaned on the extended handrail on the highest deck, half-folded, watching the excitement of the two decks below with a lack of interest.

He was wearing a gray striped suit, which was simple and serious, and his muscular lines made the suit look very sexy. It was not as thin as a young man, and it just had a taste of time.

Although the fog was thick just now, he should be wearing sunglasses and still wearing sunglasses, not changing his appearance at all because of the outside world.

Xiao Zhou looked at his boss expressionlessly.

On the surface, he seems to be playing the role of a [-]-year-old mature man with elegant taste who is tired of the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, but in fact he is admiring the concave shape.This point made the assistant Xiao Zhou, who was clear in his heart, try hard to restrain his desire to grab his neck and shake the two pounds of water in his mind, and repeated what he said just now in a gentle and gentle tone: "Shang Huannian is also on this boat. Do you want to take the initiative to say hello?"

"No, no." Chu Tu seemed to be more interested in the fog all over the sky, and said perfunctorily, "It's been so many years, can't you afford to provoke or hide? I am also his senior no matter what."

"Then there may be reports that you are putting on airs."

"Let them talk." Chu Tu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and straightened his suit.

Chu Tu, one of the outstanding directors of the new generation, was born in an acting family. He came back from the United States four years ago. He is already well-known at the age of less than 30, and won the best director award.

With such a background, he is often portrayed as a genius director and artistic genius, but Chu Tu is not.Part of his fame comes from himself—pompous, playboy, and cynical, and along with it, there are all kinds of pornographic news and gossip tabloids.

But even so, none of the facts are true. Every time Chu Tu appeared in front of the public, he always acted in a calm and polite manner like "I don't know that you are talking about me behind my back".

It is precisely because of his thick-skinned calmness and appearance that is not inferior to that of an actor, it is more interesting to think about it.

Chu Tu has already left the age of Xiaoxianrou, but before he was an uncle, he has a subtle temperament of a mature man. This contrasting charm of gentleness on the surface and beasts on the inside is great for the people who eat melons with more brains than the sky. It was so damn sweet that there was a weird balance between the others and Chu Tu——Chu Tu still played his role as a gentle and straightforward director, and everyone else admitted his seriousness on the surface, but in fact they always looked at him with a smile on his face. Peachy glasses.

"Forget it, I'll go to the media to take care of it first..." Xiao Zhou was helpless because of his boss's chicness and magnanimity, so he could only be an old lady.

But as soon as he turned around, he exclaimed!Before he knew it, the fog was already so thick that he didn't even notice anyone around him, and bumped into the waiter who was carrying the drink!

The waiter who bumped into him hurriedly wiped the red wine spilled on him with his sleeve: "Sir, I'm really sorry! I'm going to find some clean clothes..."

"No need, the time is coming." Chu Tu came over and interrupted their conversation, Xiao Zhou and the waiter both looked up at him blankly.

The fog was thicker on the two decks below, and the sound of shattering glasses and the sound of women's high heels hitting the floor mixed together, and the scene sounded a little out of control.

Xiao Zhou was about to open his mouth to ask his director, when he opened his mouth, the mist seemed to have a sense of wisdom, and got in from his mouth, and even the seven orifices were entangled by this strange thing!

The fog was so thick that he couldn't even see the tip of his nose clearly. If it wasn't fog but gravel, then this boat seemed to be completely buried in the desert!

"What is this...cough, cough..." Xiao Zhou felt in a daze that his back collar was being lifted by a hand in disgust, and then he lost consciousness again.

When they woke up again, they were no longer on the boat.

Chu Tu leaned against the emerald green wall with his arms folded, and Xiao Zhou, who had just woken up, lay at his feet.

Besides them, there were eight other people in the hall, and Xiao Zhou was the last to wake up.

The tones here were exaggerated and weird, especially when they came from a foggy place, their eyes would sting.

The hall was very empty, with only one huge floor-to-ceiling window and one door.

The walls are emerald green, but the curtains that cover the entire window are scarlet; except for the headlights above the head, there are extremely powerful lights along the wall, which brighten up the hot red and green eyes. On the next floor, the floor is dark and shiny marble, which reflects light to the maximum and stings their eyes.

This is a post-modernist exhibition hall, in front of which should be a gallery or sculpture hall full of abstract paintings.People in it don't consciously think so.

As the last person to wake up, Xiao Zhou looked around in a daze, and was finally picked up from the ground by Chu Tu.

"Director Chu, where is this?"

As soon as Xiao Zhou asked this question, the ears of the nervous or anxious people next to him pricked up.

Before Chutu could answer, a cold voice sounded from behind them, and all the people in the room were frightened half their lives to meet Hades.

"Oh, our dear investigator, welcome to Fitz Wax Museum, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

An old white man in a housekeeper's uniform appeared behind them at some point and said respectfully.

The lights here are bright, but it's like a ghost town in the daytime.

The old man didn't speak any more, and the others were also silent.

Suddenly, the bed curtain pulled up by itself, revealing the transparent window!

"what--"

With the scream of a female voice, there was the sound of clockwork turning in the hall.

Chu Tu answered Xiao Zhou calmly with a very soft voice.

"This is the midnight world of Dawn Route."