[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" The waiter who just entered the door shouted in surprise, he put the wine plate in his hand on the table, and then hurriedly rushed to Karl and took out the towel from his mouth.

Karl didn't pay attention to other people's thoughts at all, he was angry, excited, and frantically twisted into a ball, making his voice a little hysterical, "Catch that woman for me, that damned woman."

Lovejoy just walked in, and the moment he saw Carl, coupled with his shout, this old man with amazing observation skills like a hound almost ran back.He looked around in the hallway, trying to see the woman who made Karl into this.It's a pity that he soon realized that he didn't have any more clues at hand, and he didn't see any criminals fleeing in panic outside, so he walked back without success.

When Carl was helped by the waiter to untie the sheets, he groaned in annoyance and could barely get up. With the help of the waiter, he hurried to the bathroom to spit out everything in his stomach .The wine he drank, the food from the dinner, and some fruit all crushed his esophagus, making him even more miserable.

He was lying on the washbasin, his face covered with sweat, and his face was livid.As soon as he took a breath, the place where his stomach was kicked throbbed, and the embarrassing pain below made him unable to walk steadily.

Lovejoy came in, and said, "The steward has been sent for the doctor, Mr. Hockley."

Carl suddenly asked anxiously, "Did you see her?"

"Her?" Lovejoy rarely showed a blank expression, and then responded, "Is it the 'woman' who attacked you?" In fact, he doubted that a woman could beat a big man like this?

"Wearing an off-white long dress, blond hair, Ruth's butterfly clip on it, and a fan in her hand." Carl shook off the waiter's hand angrily, and he pressed his stomach, because My tense emotional reaction, pulling the muscles made the pain more obvious.

Lovejoy turned his head abruptly, looked out, and narrowed his small, indifferent eyes, just passing the woman as he came.

"She must be in the upper class." Carl gritted his teeth and tried hard to suppress the pain caused by breathing. He suddenly sneered twice, and suddenly said loudly, "I asked people to buy all the clothes she wore. The best personal designer pieces, she would definitely steal clothes just to sneak into the upper class.”

"Is there anything else you're missing, sir." Lovejoy began to look around carefully. He knew how to find the traces left by the criminal in one place as quickly as possible.Soon he saw something unusual, he walked quickly to the bathtub, bent over and carefully lifted the man's dirty clothes with two fingers, a palm-sized sketch fell out of his pocket, Luo Joey continued to shake a few times, and ten dollar bills and boat tickets flew out.

"No." Carl denied it without hesitation. After speaking, he himself became suspicious and murmured uncertainly, "She didn't bring anything, just clothes. Ruth has several boxes of this thing."

"The name of the passenger on the ticket is Albert, male, a civilian in steerage on the G floor." Lovejoy was sure that he couldn't find anything useful from the dirty clothes, he picked up the ticket and returned it. There are sketches.

"She's a woman." Carl refuted his point of view swearingly. After he finished speaking forcefully, he retched on the washbasin a few times, and his internal organs were almost displaced by that kick.Then he remembered something, turned his head quickly, stared at the worn homeless clothes, and his brain automatically stitched the images together.The watch that was snatched from the pier, the sound of the harmonica heard at the stern, and the appearance of her sitting on a chair with her head bowed when identifying the thief.Soon, he finally remembered her clean and fair face... that thief, robber, dead mouse...

The same person, the same person.

A kind of cheated anger suddenly surged up, Carl grabbed a cup that was placed on the shelf above the washbasin, and slammed it into the bathtub.He's been tricked by a damn homeless woman who's a liar pretending to be a socialite.

She snatched his watch and still refused to admit it.Did she steal the clothes and plan to turn a sparrow into a phoenix and go to the upper class to seduce men?

"Catch her, go to the chief inspector, and lock her up." Carl felt that it was the fault of the woman in the lower class that he was so uncomfortable and irritable, and he would return to normal as long as she was locked up.

Lovejoy picked up the sketch and observed it carefully. Before he could take a few glances, someone snatched the paper from his hand.Carl snatched the sketch and looked at the man in the sketch with a puzzled expression, painted like a little boy.

"What is this?" Carl pinched the paper, crumpling the lines drawn on it.

"Probably someone very important to her." Lovejoy speculated calmly, "It may be family members, but it is more likely to be a lover. Only a woman in love would be so interested in carrying a lover's painting on her body."

"Lover?" Carl repeated ridiculously, "Her lover? Also in third class?" The paper was so hot that Carl wanted to crush it, but in the end he stuffed the sketch into his pocket by mistake, and With a wave, he tried to shake away the feeling that was driving him crazy.Then leaning against the washbasin with his hands on his hips, he said to Lovejoy, "Let's find it quickly, she won't be far."

Lovejoy took one look at him, then walked briskly up to Carl, and put his hand on his stomach.Unprepared, Carl gasped in pain.

"It should be a bruise. It's on the abdomen. You must lie down and rest after a doctor's examination. The stomach is kicked and it's not suitable for strenuous exercise."

Carl grabbed Lovejoy's hand impatiently, and said to him fiercely in a low voice, "I said, find that woman, I want to find that woman."

"I know what she looks like, sir." Lovejoy said coolly, with no expression on his face.

"I know too." Carl finally couldn't bear it anymore, he looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was so messed up that he almost fell off the horse.Then he took out a watch from his pocket, opened it, and said, "There are still many people outside at this time, she is not a passenger here, and there is no way to go back to the upper class room. So she must go to a public place, promenade deck, reading room, ladies' lounge or dining room."

"Or she'll take advantage of being a woman and hook up with some poor upper-class man, and from what I've seen, she's not bad looking." Lovejoy continued, he just said all the possibilities, After finishing speaking, he found that Karl was staring at him with a very terrifying look, and his bloodless face was as fierce as a ghost.

Finally, Karl nodded and admitted through gritted teeth: "It's not bad to grow."

"I'll call the Chief Prosecutor." Lovejoy touched the gun in his clothes, turned and walked out with a cold face.

"Come back." Carl suddenly drank weakly.

Lovejoy turned his head, puzzled.

"Come here and help me, I'll go with you." Carl covered his stomach with his hands, the pain throbbing on it, as long as he breathed, it would affect the place where he was kicked.

Lovejoy showed disapproval. Just as he was about to say something, Carl turned back to look in the mirror, and ordered the waiter with a look of self-disgust, "Help me fix it, tidy it up."

Lovejoy,...