Midnight Ship Says [Unlimited]

Shang Huannian and Chu Tu stood at two opposite corners of the room, both of them looked a bit embarrassed.

Now they really understand their situation.

There are a large group of wax figures piled up in the small production room, some without arms, some without calves, Wu Yaya looks like there are fifty or sixty of them.They don't have very strong combat effectiveness, but they are superior in numbers. More importantly, they can still stand up even if they are damaged, and they can perform head rolling even if their heads fall on the ground.

Most of the solutions in horror movies are to set a fire, but it's a pity that the two of them have no fire, not to mention that they may be the first to suffocate before the wax figure is melted.

"One o'clock in the morning, one o'clock in the morning."

Suddenly, the radio sounded in the studio.This voice seemed to suddenly pour oil on the hearts of the two of them.

They are still fighting endlessly here, but the game thinks that the process has been pushed forward.That means, in other parallel spaces, someone triggered something.

Shang Huannian didn't appear very at a loss among a large group of wax figures, on the contrary, his fighting movements were very neat.

However, when Chu Tu forced his conscience to find out among the disgusting broken hands and feet, and paid a little attention to this white lotus that has been fucking the image of a gentle male god, he seemed to be only interested in fighting, Have no idea what to do next.

Although handsome and violent, he should be just a young man who has learned martial arts. No wonder he is so strong...

Chu Tu weakened his doubts about Shang Huannian in his heart, his actions really didn't look like an experienced customs passer.

Chu Tu's eyes were fixed, and he looked back at the wax figures in all directions, calming down for a while.

This is only the first night, there will be no fatal game, the answer must be in the room.

He shuttled neatly among a bunch of moving human torsos, and began to observe the movement lines of these human torsos. An idea slowly climbed into his mind: "Hey! Bring them here!"

"Hello" Mr. looked confused: "Huh?"

"Come in my direction!"

Shang Huannian stumbled towards Chu Tu with a bewildered expression. Chu Tu grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the only thing that didn't move in the room—the crafting table: "They're gathering !"

"Oh..." Shang Huannian tilted his head, "So?"

"So," Chu Tu put on a usual smile on his face, but under such circumstances, there was no trace of elegance left, only arrogance, "So, are you moving fast enough?"

"what?"

The panic that hit his head just now crept into his heart, and cold sweat broke out on Shang Huannian's back, as if he felt something terrible.

"Grab me!"

The disgusting and broken wax figures all around followed them one after another to squeeze onto the table that looked precarious, like ghosts in the lava of hell stretching out their hands hungrily to the lonely soul who stumbled and fell.

Chu Tu didn't make any moves to repel them, but just pulled Shang Huannian to avoid their attacks, which looked a little funny.

"Listen to my password and follow me to dance."

"one--"

"two--"

"Jump!"

Two figures jumped out from the very center of the encirclement and landed outside the table.

At this time, almost all the wax figures and their stumps were empty, and they were piled up on the table in a comical manner.

Chu Tu fell to the side steadily and calmly. Under his feet was a head that could not climb up and could only keep shaking, like a constantly vibrating basketball.

Chu Tu picked up his head, and smiled at the face that looked like a ghostly talisman: "Help me, you don't need to thank me." He threw it away, and a parabola flew across, and the head landed perfectly on the pile of "corpses." On top of the mountain corpse sea".

At this point, all the crippled wax figures are on the table.

The semi-finished product should have gone to the crafting table.

The moment the head landed, the wooden table collapsed with a bang.However, it didn't collapse directly to the ground, but collapsed to the ground with a lot of things on it!

Shang Huannian was dumbfounded.

Chu Tu tidied up his completely ruined hairstyle, patted his clothes—it was still sticky—and the smile on his face became a little more proud: "Let's go."

Where the wooden table collapsed, all the wax figures disappeared, and the hole was bottomless. At the same time, a staircase made of rotten wood led to an unknown darkness, and the turbid smell of decay slowly filled the room.

No matter what, Shang Huannian hastily followed Chu Tu after he was able to leave this small and absurd room.

Suddenly, Chu Tu stopped and turned his face slightly.

"What's wrong?" Shang Huannian showed a puzzled look.

Chutu asked in a relaxed tone: "Five years ago, you took a boat from Los Angeles to Arthur... No, it's okay."

Chu Tu's light brown eyes were originally fixed on Shang Huannian's eyes, as if he wanted to see through every fluctuation in his eyes, but he seemed to choose to avoid it at the last moment.

Shang Huannian looked innocent and looked very puzzled, his voice was always refreshing and gentle: "If you have something to ask, you may wish to ask directly, I will not lie to you."

"It's nothing." Chu Tu turned his head and walked forward. "It was a very unpleasant experience. I just remembered it suddenly. After all, among so many people, you are the only one who appears here as a wax figure. We are destined." The ending of the song is always elegant and mean.

Shang Huannian remained silent.

Chu Tu was walking in front, Shang Huannian couldn't see his suddenly stern face, his pupils suddenly shrank like a poisonous snake thirsty for blood.

In Chu Tu's heart, the vague familiarity in the shadow of the production room half an hour ago was like the darkness in the stairs, which became deeper and deeper as they walked deeper.

This sense of familiarity is the oil poured on his burnt charcoal, reawakening the once young man in this body.

This route that is not right everywhere is still going on.

And he also couldn't see the pair of eyes hidden in the darkness behind him. They were not like the crescent moon in the usual days, and there was scarlet in the eye sockets.

"Two o'clock in the morning, two o'clock in the morning." Behind them, the radio rang again.

At the other end of the stairs is another showroom, but nothing like the previous one.

This is an empty hall, no longer divided aisles, at least the size of five or six football fields.

The dark and noble elegance of classical Gothic, with black hollow patterns, yellowed lace curtains, and star-studded candles.

They seem to be in an era without electricity 1000 years ago.

On the countless exquisite candlesticks made of black iron, the white candles were covered with tears, spewing out flickering tongues of flame, illuminating the entire hall dimly, and leaving more shadows at the same time.

Some wax figures leaned against the wall, others stood in twos and threes in the middle of the hall, and were placed in various poses.Again, they all changed into medieval clothes, but with the same exaggerated smiles as the wax figures in the modern hall.

There are countless numbers.

Shang Huannian followed Chu Tu out of the stairs, and was also taken aback when he saw the scene in front of him.

"This..." He looked at Chu Tu in surprise.

The latter took a deep breath: "I found out."

The wax figures here are exactly the same as those in the modern hall.

This is the hall of mirrors across the ages.