After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 90 Chris's Bloody Journey

The narrator of the plot was still going on, and Zhong Jiuyin brought back the attention of the person behind him.

"The lights on the cruise ship that sailed on the sea for six hours were brightly lit, and they reflected each other with the neon lights on the sea from a distance, until they got farther and farther away, and there was no possibility of intersection. The cruise ship broke through those distorted lights and shadows, and sailed further In deeper darkness."

"There are still 10 minutes before the opening of the masked ball at twelve o'clock. The guests invited to this cruise are changing into gorgeous costumes, laughing and choosing their favorite masks."

"Chris, who was the first to change into a British suit, recalled the beautiful lady he had just talked to, straightened his bow tie, and planned to go to the restaurant at the last moment. He heard from the steward of the cruise ship that there were fresh red wines there. Roses are used to add atmosphere to the subsequent candlelight dinner."

"Chris thought to himself that before everyone else, giving the freshest roses to the lady he likes the most might make her smile sweeter. With this in mind, he hurried to the restaurant."

"He was in a turbulent mood, and he didn't notice the second person who came out behind him. The black figure was staring at him through the two black eye sockets on the weird mask. He just hesitated, and the person listened to the voice in the changing room behind him. , gave up the plan to catch up, but took out a big thing from the shadow of the corner."

The story began to enter an important point. Zhong Jiuyin touched the dining table next to him, sat on one buttocks, and looked around while listening with his arms folded.

Subconsciously, she disliked this dark and small environment, but because of the sense of security brought by familiar people around her, the uncomfortable feeling was offset, and she barely adapted well.

Especially when the person next to him is tall enough and the arm close by is reliable enough.

Yan Cheng has been photographed by the paparazzi a lot, and has a strong intuition for other people's focused eyes. When listening to the story, he suddenly turned his head and caught her gaze in the unclear light and shadow.

Then his expression moved slightly, and he asked her what's the matter with his eyes.

Zhong Jiuyin couldn't even see his face clearly, but she understood his question miraculously, shrugged, and went back to listening to the radio.

At the same time, he slowly thought about why there was still a little fragrance on his body.

Do men also take flower petal baths?
This is when the storytelling comes to a critical moment.

"After plugged in, the thing buzzed and was dragged towards the locker room. The laughter and talking inside, mixed with the slight noise along the city line that was getting farther and farther outside the cruise ship, was let out by the opened door, and then Covered again by the reopened door."

"Ten minutes later, the door opened again, and there was only the barely audible sound of wind and waves on the cruise ship. The person who came out panted heavily, raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, raised his head and exhaled towards the sky, and then put the red blanket The liquid-wet hair was brushed away, revealing that strange mottled mask."

"It just so happened that the direction of the cruise ship deviated, and the light of the beacon light flashed on the window of the corridor, but it was enough for Chris, who was holding a rose, to see the color of the liquid on the man's mask, and the light behind the locker room door. Miserable."

"Red, viscous blood, paired with two black holes staring straight at him behind the mask, Chris's heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and the light of the beacon that turned back again illuminated his pale face. Then Followed by the heartbeat that was about to break through the upper limit, the hair on his back stood up suddenly, his hands and feet were cold and trembling, before he had time to think, he turned around and ran, using the fastest speed in his life."

"The quiet atmosphere on the cruise ship is really scary. Chris is like a lamb escaping from the butcher's cellar. He can't see how far the person behind him is from him, but he seems to be able to feel the viscidity of the other person on the back of his neck all the time. breathe."

"The extreme panic made him eager to find an outlet, so when he was about to be chased, he turned pale in fright and yelled: 'Killed! Killed! Help!'"

The narrator turned into an experiencer, and his hoarse shouts startled the people present.

Liang Zhiyi shivered and stepped back, stepping on Yuan Yi's foot, the pain caused him to lift his foot and "hiss" to let out his breath.

Liang Zhi hurriedly turned his head and apologized in a hurry without seeing the person clearly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Zhong Jiuyin stretched out a finger to poke him away: "It's not me."

"..." Liang Zhi turned back thirty degrees, and this time he finally found the right person to apologize.

Ai Yuanyuan: "This must be the head dubbing artist of an audiobook platform, right? You are really devoted."

Yan Cheng's calm voice came from beside Zhong Jiuyin: "Could this Chris be one of us?"

Zhong Jiuyin said lightly, "Impossible."

Yan Cheng looked at her: "Why?"

"He was discovered by the murderer, and he is probably dead. Are there any ghosts among us?"

"What if we are about to catch up, or when we are seriously injured but not dead, we are discovered by others? We are all alive, which means that there are still fish on the cruise ship that the murderers haven't gathered to kill—"

Ai Yuanyuan touched the goosebumps on her arms, and then said: "Anyway, movies are played like this, as long as you are the protagonist, you will always have a breath."

Zhong Jiuyin disagreed with her: "I think, when the murderer has something big as a weapon in his hand, and he is red-eyed, he must come one by one, and one by one, and no one can escape. go out."

It fit her style very well, Yan Cheng glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

She looks like a murderer.

The narration of the story was not over yet, and a small episode passed, and they continued to listen.

"The game of cat and mouse seemed so terrible in the moment of life and death. Chris resisted the urge to look back and tried to escape. But soon the man caught up with him and slashed his back. The pain almost made him scalp It exploded, but it also triggered his survival instincts."

"He stumbled and fled the prom corridor, went to the restaurant he had been to before, grabbed the knife to protect himself, and then ran out again, hiding in a corner, holding his breath with pain. The beacon light turned again, a burst of rattling After the sound of footsteps, the metal murder weapon was lifted high, reflecting a dazzling cold light in the passing light."

The most critical point came, the narrator's words changed.

"On the other side, Chris' terrified cries for help woke up a few people who didn't make it to the prom on time. They looked like they were uninvited guests who had sneaked in to see the high society, and didn't stay in the designated room or move around the prom venue. "

"After hearing the sound, everyone went out and asked vigilantly, but they didn't get any answer. Someone turned on all the lights around them, and proceeded cautiously to inquire about the situation. Half an hour later, in the unusual silence, they bypassed the route differently. The promenade, they all gathered in the dining room—”

After these words fell, all the lights in the restaurant were turned on, and the candles on the dining table were also lit. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that there were mini bulbs, and the color was still dark red, illuminating the side like a vampire dinner party in the middle ages.

Surrounded by lights, the five people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ai Yuanyuan's eyes sparkled with joy: "I feel that there will be a very novel way of playing in this issue."

(End of this chapter)