[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

We went back to the chase mode just now. I saw the stairs and jumped down. Carl followed me hard after me.We ran back from deck E to deck G, and I wondered if he wasn't tired?

I found that Cal Hockley's running speed was amazing. He followed me with a look of terror that he would not tear me apart. He almost caught my hair many times. If he caught my hair, I would hardly doubt it. He would snap just to stop me from escaping.

This is not a gentleman who treats women preferentially, but a violent man in a tuxedo.

When I was going down the stairs, I couldn't run anymore. I grabbed the handrail under the stairs, bent over and covered my stomach and gasped for breath. I had a high-intensity running game before I digested the food. It was simply abusing my stomach.Carl was standing on the stairs, clutching his stomach and grabbing the handrails, bending over to catch his breath.

We looked at each other half-heartedly, gasping for air, our eyes so fierce that they almost burst into sparks in the air.

"Do you think you can escape? Unless you jump into the sea, you will definitely be caught." Carl sneered and pulled the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and his eyelids drooped even more.

"You don't need to worry about this, sir." I smiled perfunctorily, I just felt that I was unlucky, but I just got on the boat to inform the hero that he could escape for his life, and I managed to fool Jack Dawson off the boat, and it was my turn to be exhausted Play hide-and-seek with people.

I should be glad that I threw that damn watch to a third-class passenger, otherwise the watch would be in my pocket, and it would be found out as soon as I got on the ship. I might not even have the chance to play hide-and-seek with people here.Will others believe that I didn't steal it, but accidentally hung it on me?

Stop kidding, kid.The civilians in this era are simply rats in the sewer. Those so-called superiors have reasons to detain you when you don’t have a watch in your pocket, and will listen to your ridiculous excuses?

We looked at each other fiercely, and slowly, the frequency of panting decreased, and finally turned into a quiet breathing.There seemed to be a string in the air, particularly taut in this silence.I silently said one, two... Carl suddenly moved from a still state, he rushed down the stairs, and I just turned around and ran forward when I counted to two.

Running to the bottom floor, I saw a hatch was open, and a worker in a bonnet and a dirty dark shirt just came out of that hatch.I ran over, passed the worker and jumped into the hatch, and the worker shouted in surprise, "Wait a minute, miss... No, sir, you can't go in."

Carl pushed the worker away neatly, and said in a low voice, "Go away."

I rushed through the hatch and realized I was in the wrong place. The vertical steam turbines roared and the huge three-story-high engines were running at full speed.The chief engineer in a sailor's cap stood in front of the clock, always paying attention to the orders from the pilot's control room above.On the iron ladder, there are iron runways in all directions. Some of the workers in charge of the engine room are watching the dials for readings, and some are standing by the railing at the bottom of the steam engine to watch the condition of the crankshaft.

There aren't any bright colors here, it's all bare|exposed ironwork cold gray.The coldness of the steel and the full steam engine of the steam engine combined into an unexpected harmony of contrasts.

I wanted to swear for a moment, and I was almost cornered. I couldn't find a way out of this ghost place except for the door I just entered.

Carl ran in and saw the engine room and almost laughed out loud, looking smug and sure of winning.

The work in the engine room was beyond the imagination of any guest on the upper deck. When I first ran in, no one even noticed my arrival, because everyone was so focused on their work that they had no time to look around.Even the chief engineer always pays attention to the air pressure needle on the dial, and puts his hand on the throttle valve to control the size of the steam.

I looked around, then looked up at the high bridge-like runway above my head, and almost instantly decided to run to a higher place, and then turned back again through the stairs on the runway.As long as I run fast enough, Carl can only watch me rush out of the engine room after following me.Holding the hem of the skirt with her hand, she raised her foot and rushed up the iron ladder.The chief engineer just raised his head amidst the loud mechanical noise and saw me running up.He yelled forcefully, "Stop, ma'am, you can't go up."

Carl also followed me up the iron ladder, and he still had time to admonish the chief engineer below, "Hurry up and catch her, what should I do?"

Why is there such an annoying kid from a rich family? No wonder he was cuckolded. You deserve the cuckold.

"Sir, come down immediately." The chief engineer yelled at him even more aggressively.

It's a pity that Karl couldn't listen to other people's orders. He looked more like he wanted to go down and strangle the chief engineer's neck, and said to him, "Do you know who I am? You worker."

It’s better to make a noise, I ran up the nearly ten-meter-high iron road, the heart of the Titanic’s engine was running under my feet, and the huge flywheel and connecting rod were spinning rapidly.Outside the railing beside me is a huge connecting rod rumbling rumbling, and being hit by this kind of thing will not kill or maim.

A worker with an oil pot in his hand ran in front of me. He said coldly as he ran, "This is not the place for you. Get down quickly, miss."

Carl had already chased after me, the runway was so narrow that there was only room for one person to walk, and I happened to be caught in the middle and turned into a roujiamo.Without stopping, I turned around and grabbed the iron railing on the aisle. I lifted my foot and stepped directly outside the railing. The connecting rod that can smash people into meatloaf almost brushed my flying hair. The worker stared at me dumbfounded. In my desperate and thrilling action, the oil pot in my hand fell to my feet.

Carl has already reached out and grabbed the corner of my gauze skirt. I was sideways with the workers outside the railing, and I returned to the aisle with both hands.Before he had time to stand still, he felt a strong sense of tension in his thigh, and then heard a ripping sound, and the skirt was pulled open a big hole.

And that's not the worst part. The pulled skirts will be caught between us, and the worker who stepped on the oil coming out of the oiler will trip over.

Then Carl couldn't hold back, and he fell back with the torn skirt in his hand. He seemed to be unable to understand what happened for a moment.There is a railing behind him, and this backward force makes him fall out of the railing, and under the railing is a huge steam return engine, which can start a nearly [-]-ton cruise ship if a person falls to the bone The machine was broken.

Without any time to think, I had already turned around and grabbed his arm with both hands. The momentum was too strong and the whole person was pulled down.Carl was hanging out all over, the rod swinging across his back, nearly shattering his spine.

He finally knew his situation, panic appeared on the man's face, he grabbed an iron railing with one hand, and I firmly held the other hand.Half of my whole body was suspended outside with him. In order not to be dragged down by him, one of my feet firmly pressed against the bottom of the railing. The pain caused me to break out in cold sweat.

"Don't let go." Carl said in a trembling voice, and the grasped arm grabbed my arm with a backhand.The sole of his feet was the terrifying engine machine, and even the funeral could be saved if he fell, because the body was too fragmented to be collected at all.

I grabbed his arm tightly, my nails dug into his flesh, and said to him helplessly: "Shut up." Save your strength and climb up, or the two of you will die together.I don't believe that when he fell, he would let go of my arm for the sake of saving him.

We were so close that our hair got tangled together, sweat dripped from my face onto his forehead, and Carl stared at me blankly, his amber eyes reflected clearly in my face.

We've never been this close, except for the moment we hit him at the pier.

"Pull them up quickly." The chief engineer shouted anxiously to the workers who were still on the iron ladder walkway, and he himself hurriedly ran down from the side of the car clock and rushed towards us desperately.

The worker who was slipped by the engine oil half sat up and stretched out his hands to hug my waist. He was afraid that we would both go in and feed the machine if it was too late.

Several workers in the aisle rushed over to grab Carl's hand, dragging and dragging him back from the outside. The scene was chaotic and thrilling.During this period, Karl grabbed my arm with such strength that he was about to crush my bones.I shouted at him angrily: "Let me go, you are safe."

"It's so messy, it's so messy, how did you get here. Sir! This lady, do you know it's dangerous." The chief engineer climbed up the iron ladder with a bang, and he looked angry His hair was about to burn, and the black beard under his nose was trembling.

Carl sat on the aisle, holding my hand trembling. He almost fell down and was crushed to death just now.

"Let go of me, Cal Hockley," I told him in agony, the fear of my near-death hadn't completely dissipated.

He barely managed to calm down. It seemed that this kind of thing happened in front of so many people, which made him feel very embarrassed. He suppressed the slight trembling of the corners of his mouth, and glared at the workers surrounding him with a ferocious look.

"Let go." I finally couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly to him angrily.

Karl was reflexively frightened by my voice and clamped my arm even harder, and I grinned in pain.He quickly let go of his hand again, and I seized the opportunity to snatch my hand back with all my strength.

"Is anyone injured?" The chief engineer finally squeezed over, and he asked worriedly.

I brewed it for half a second, coupled with the fact that I was mixed with the sincere fear just now, the expression on my face changed almost instantly.Covering his mouth with his hand, he let out a shuddering, terrified gasp, looking as if he was about to faint, then turned around and walked away, saying to the oncoming chief engineer: "My brother's foot was hit, I'll call the doctor, please Please help him."

The chief engineer's expression changed drastically, and he rushed to Karl in a few steps, knelt down and held down Karl who was about to get up, "Let me see your feet, sir."

"I'm fine, go away." Carl pulled his hand away, trying to stand up.

I had already run down the iron ladder with my torn skirt, and when I looked back, I saw Carl had just stood up, grasping the railing above with both hands and staring down at me.

I blow him a kiss and never see you again, Cal Hockley.Then he ran out of the engine room without looking back, and stepped on the stairs when he saw them.