Midnight Ship Says [Unlimited]

Chutu entered the dawn route for the first time when he was 24 years old.At that time, he was about to graduate with a master's degree, and followed his teacher on the cruise ship from Los Angeles to Port Arthur.

He couldn't remember what happened on that route, he only remembered that the teacher died on the second night.But he couldn't even remember the teacher's name and appearance, and under the power of the airline, these things were gradually being erased.

The teacher may have died in front of him, and such a deep impression made him know that there is such a person in the dark, and there are more, but he is stingy and does not allow him a single cent.

According to those friends who came to meet the wind, when the cruise ship arrived, he was the most normal and calm person on the whole ship.But he felt that he had set foot on the land again in a chaotic madness.

Afterwards, he became a banker, a kind of person who relies on the safety status of a customs passer to protect the powerful and the voyage.The legend of the dawn route makes these life-saving people panic all day long, so as long as the route passes through the high seas of the Pacific Ocean, there will always be such a group of "idlers" on board just in case.

At first, he felt that he was looking for something. This kind of thing was very much like his teacher. It existed deeply in his mind, but he had no shape or whereabouts at all.This kind of thing is not like his teacher, which does not exist in the past, but instead pushes him forward, choking his throat every minute of his life.

This feeling so consumed him that for the next year and a half, the supposedly movie star became almost a sailor, moving seamlessly from ship to ship.No one knew his real identity, but no one didn't know how terrifying this banker who looked more like a boss than a customer was.

However, this feeling became weaker and weaker, until one day, he set foot on the land again, and tears filled his eyes as he looked up at the sky every night.He still couldn't find that thing in the end, and finally couldn't sense it.

This may be relief.

However, in the small and closed production room, this feeling came back five years later, just as strong as when he first arrived in Hong Kong smoothly, almost suffocating him.

Five years later, Chu Tu is no longer the student of the film school, nor is he a banker who licks blood and drinks at the port. Therefore, even though his eyes are instantly bloodshot, he still stands there firmly, four The chest under the digital shirt suppressed the ups and downs.

The dark eyes of the wax figure glowed with a little light in the darkness.

For a moment, Chutu seemed to have found his goal in the vastness, but soon, he found that this feeling disappeared, and it was replaced by another pair of eyes.

"Who's over there?" He pulled out a hoarse voice from his tight throat.

An old man's voice came from the opposite side: "Mr. Chu, this is the production studio, there must be no wax figures that need to be investigated."

Chu Tu shuddered, his whole body relaxed, and he returned to his usual unhurried manner with his hands in his pockets: "Manager, I'm sorry, I went the wrong way."

"Ah, it's all right." The old man who disappeared just now came out from behind the wax figure of Shang Huannian, "But this wax figure is almost finished, please hurry up, Mr. Chu, otherwise I don't know what will happen."

You are the only co-author of this wax museum, and you even want to make wax figures?

Chu Tu complained in his heart, but still smiled on his face: "Okay, I'll go out now."

He looked around, trying to find the door, but suddenly found that the place where the whiteboard he had just turned over into was a rammed earth wall, and the surrounding walls were hung with semi-finished wax figures, where could he see the door?

The old man was still busy working on the wax figure of Shang Huannian, and he didn't seem to notice Chu Tu.

But in this case, would Chutu dare to directly remove the surrounding wax figures?

He dares.

When he was a banker, Chu Tu dared to do anything with his immortal golden body, but that didn't mean he didn't dare without his immortal golden body.

So, the 1.8-meter-tall man directly grabbed the two waste products one by one, and threw them to the ground with force.

The old man looked up in surprise, and before he could make a sound, he saw Chu Tu moving deftly as if pushing corn kernels off the cob, two two two two two...one wall was empty and there was no door.

The most important thing is that from the beginning to the end, Chu Tu's movements were crisp and neat, his expression was graceful and composed, and he didn't even cast a single disturbed look at him.

Old man: "..."

"Mr. Chutu, what are you doing!" The NPC was very involved, "You are sabotaging, and you will receive a complaint from the Fitz Wax Museum!"

"I'm sorry," Chu Tu turned his head slightly apologetically, but his movements didn't stop, "but I'm my own boss now." He kept his upper body straight and his tone was gentlemanly.

"You'll speed up the making of the wax figure!" the old man screamed, looking like a frightened duck.

The waste products with missing arms and legs on the ground trembled crazily following these words.

Chu Tu's lazily half-closed eyes didn't open half a bit because of this, he stopped his hands and raised them up: "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

The old man looked him up and down suspiciously. Although the latter raised his hands, he was as confident as the protagonist in an American individualistic hero movie.

"I stopped, you continue." Chu Tu pouted his lips and motioned for the old man.

The old man: "..." He had a bad feeling.However, Chu Tu had indeed stopped, so he could only go back to fix the wax figure.

The wax figure on the ground also stopped moving.The production room returned to silence.

Chu Tu circled around the old man, sizing him up from head to toe with naked eyes.

The old man seemed to be brushing paint on his hands, and looked up at Chu Tu strangely: "Mr. Chu, why don't you go out?"

"Aren't I waiting for you? It's not a gentleman's act to leave an old man here alone." Chu Tu politely returned him a smile.

The old man: "..." There is only one stroke of paint left to be painted, let's see who will cry and call Dad first.

He really didn't want to continue talking to this dog-like psycho, and angrily wanted to paint the last paint.At this moment, his hand was caught.

Old man: "..."

Chu Tu grinned: "I haven't gone out yet? Why don't you take me out?"

All the semi-finished products on the ground and walls started to move, and the whole production room made a crackling sound like popcorn was being baked.

Phlegm hissed from the old man's throat, as if he wanted to yell but he didn't know how to do so.

One after another defective products surrounded the wall and the ground, and Chu Tu stopped messing with the old man, grabbed his arm and swung him up!

At this moment, the old man's other arm twisted against ergonomics, caught the paintbrush, and added the last stroke!

Wax hands can be folded amazing ah?

Chu Tu violently picked up the old man, and threw it at the defective product that struck behind him.

bass--

With a crisp sound, the old man did not block the other wax figures as Chu Tu thought, but cracked like a porcelain plate, and the middle of his body was actually empty, filled with liquid wax!

Chu Tu was covered with wax all over his head and face.At this moment, the wax figure of Shang Huanian next to him moved.