[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

We walked out of the cargo hold of the Titanic, which means we are very close to the bow, and the cargo hold should be a third-class cabin. In fact, as long as we see the stairs going up, we can theoretically see people in the third-class cabin.But why should I choose the right path for them?With a constant smile, I chose a corridor and kept walking forward. To hell, let’s forget about getting lost together.

I walk fast, and the pain of grinding my shoes can keep me awake during this most tiring time.The ankle-length off-white dress rubbed against my legs like flying, and the naturally curly long hair was already messed up like a lunatic after all the fumbling and rolling just now.

As tomorrow gets closer, I get more and more anxious.Missing tomorrow's disembarkation, plus the identity of a thief, the result of me being tied up in a prison and waiting to be drowned is almost certain.Maybe I should think of something more optimistic, I can actually get rid of the old poodle's gun and run away.And Cal Hockley, forget it, he is not in the obstacle of my escape, can he still risk being spurned by the upper-class social circle, chasing down a poor woman with guns all over the ship?Even if that woman is a thief, he should not arrest her.It was already a very unbelievable thing that he would appear here.

Carl had a lot of trouble following my footsteps. Slowing down doesn't mean he didn't feel pain at all. He staggered a bit.The old poodle wanted to help him, but he pushed him away.

I roughly calculated the places I walked, and found that I took them farther and farther. If we were at the bow of the ship, the place we are walking now should be in the middle of the ship, and the place we stepped on is likely to be coal below the deck. silo or boiler room close to the engine room.

In short, we're still hanging around the bottom deck.The old poodle finally realized that something was wrong. Even though the corridors were similar, the environment and feeling of the upper deck and the lower deck were completely different.He drooped the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at me like an old super police dog, "It seems that the tip is not enough, miss."

I looked at him noncommittally, could it be a way for him to draw his gun and threaten me again?

A male flight attendant holding a pile of sheets came suddenly from the end of the aisle. He was about to go to another aisle. He turned around and saw us and asked very strangely: "What are you doing here?"

Lovejoy walked over immediately, and he asked with a serious face: "We are passengers on the ship, can you take us to the upper deck?"

"Are you passengers in the upper class cabin? How did you get here?" The flight attendant struggled to hold the sheet tightly in his hands, and he said politely, "Sorry, sir, I'm working now. Why don't you wait a minute, and I'll tell you Steward."

"The steward of the third class?" Lovejoy continued to ask, as if he would be troubled by the third class person leading the way.

Because he wanted to talk to the flight attendant, he moved away from me and even turned his back to me.We were standing at a T-junction, where three white corridors converged, and I saw a white iron ladder going up at the end of another corridor.If I could just run there and go straight up the stairs, it would be easy to get rid of these two guys in this maze.

Provided that what awaited me on the stairs wasn't a locked hatch.Otherwise, I risked the old poodle drawing the gun, and it would not be worthwhile to run up.

Life is an exercise in adventure. When the chances are only half and half, it becomes a kind of torture when you have to choose.

"Yes, sir, this is close to the third-class cabin." The flight attendant still had a smile on his face. The staff of the Titanic had received good pre-job training, and they must make all the upper-class passengers feel at home.

My feet hit the ground habitually, very lightly, almost without any sound.I don't need to think about my answer. If I don't take risks at this time, should I wait until the ship sinks before taking risks?

"Okay, you ask him to send a steward to lead the way." Lovejoy took out a dollar bill from his suit pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the flight attendant who was still holding the sheet.

This range of motion became a gap in my eyes, and I suddenly whispered to the person next to me: "Carl, thank you for your hospitality, and I hope you and your canine will love each other forever."

Carl's attention was taken away by the flight attendant, he said a little unresponsively: "What... what?"

I lifted the obstructing skirt with both hands almost within half a second, turned around quickly and ran towards the end of the corridor.Immediately behind him, Carl came back to his senses and replied, "Damn it, you damn thief, chase after him."

"Stop." This is the reaction of the old poodle who found out that the thief had disappeared after inserting the tip.

I would be an idiot if I stood still, knowing that the two guys behind me were catching up again without turning my head.The surprised voice of the flight attendant sets the appropriate music for this furious chase, "Sir? Wait, what are you doing?"

What?

I'm running for my life.

I ran to the stairs, without hesitation, without even thinking about whether the old poodle had drawn his gun, and jumped up the three steps in one step.The shoes that don't fit my feet are just a damn shackle at this time. I stepped on the air, grabbed the iron ladder handrail with both hands, turned around and saw that the old poodle had come down the stairs, almost without stopping, I stepped on the empty foot one by one The dance kick throws the shoe out and smashes it into his face.

Lovejoy shielded his face with his hand, and with the other he slapped the shoe away with great agility.Carl just ran up to him, startled by the shoe.

I saw Lovejoy move his hand away from his face, and immediately retracted his unshoeed foot. The next second, he shifted his weight and lifted the other foot up, making a kicking motion.The old poodle reflexively stretched out his hand to cover his face, and I was already running up quickly with one bare foot.

Turning two turns of the stairs is the upper deck. I almost didn’t stop. I jumped and took off the remaining shoes on my feet. I didn’t even look back and threw the shoes to the stairs behind me. Carl was frightened. angry voices.I ran barefoot down the long corridor, smiling as I ran, and said, "Return your shoes, Mr. Bill."

I've run onto the second-class Scotch Road, a corridor that runs through the ship and where most of the Titanic's crew rest.When I ran forward, the aisle was still wet, and several stewardesses were squatting and wiping the aisle, and they were surprised to see me running away quickly.When I turned a corner, I saw the stairs going down. I jumped down the stairs in three steps and half steps. When I saw an open single door, I slipped in and closed it gently.As soon as the door was closed, there were two messy sounds of going down the stairs outside.

"Where did she go?" Carl gasped, his voice sharpened by anger.

"Maybe run back to the third class, I will find her, as long as she is on board, I can't run." Lovejoy's voice didn't change at all, it seems that this high-intensity running didn't bring him anything burden.

"Go...find her first." Carl didn't sound so relaxed, he said fiercely while panting: "You must catch her back, I have never... never been insulted like this, I If you want her to pay the price, she must pay the price."

I crossed my arms and leaned bored against the wall by the door.He leaned his head against the wall and looked up without making a sound.I hope they get lost after chatting, otherwise I'm stuck here and can't leave.Even if there were stairs leading to the lower floor, he could hear the sound as soon as he moved around with the vigilance of the old poodle.Now they didn't pay attention because they thought I was going another way, so they didn't come to check this door.

"Mr. Hockley, do you want me to accompany you back to your room first?" Lovejoy seemed a little worried, afraid that he would not be able to take care of his employer if he walked away.

"Go find someone first." Carl said grumpily.

I continued to tilt my neck and look up at the bright light bulb above my head.After waiting for a while, there was a sound of footsteps going another way, it should be Lovejoy.Cal Hockley was still panting, and I continued to wait patiently for him to go away.After waiting for a minute or so, he finally slowed down and muttered a few words in a low voice before moving his steps to go back.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly spit out the carbon dioxide suffocated in my lungs. Just halfway through, the door beside me suddenly opened, and Carl bent over and stuck his face in.

I just looked down, and he just looked up, and we were looking directly at each other.Slowly, I swallowed that half of my breath back, and then I greeted him with a friendly smile, "Hi, sir."

This scene was actually not Hi at all. Carl's expressionless face suddenly twisted, and he was surprised to see me.After I lifted my feet and ran, he hurriedly said an order behind me, "Don't run, stop."

I will stand still, and when I see a chair or an ax that can be moved, I will stop immediately and let you lie down obediently.