[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Tears fell on the carpet and merged with the water stains. I wiped my eyelids with the back of my hand, and the sting of excess moisture finally awakened the belated fear in my heart.Karl's distorted expression trembled a few times due to the pain, and then this expression stopped strangely. The light-colored pupils reflected mottled light, making his face even more obscure.

"What... what's wrong?" Carl asked in a low voice, as if frightened by my tears, his thinking seemed to be in a mess, as messy as his water-soaked hair.

I swallowed the choking pain forcefully, shook my head at him, and said softly, "Are you okay."

"Me?" Karl realized that he had been knocked on the head, and touched the wound hidden in his hair with his hands unbearably.Probably because of the pain, he frowned, had difficulty breathing, and retracted his fingers from the wound as if electrocuted.Then he finally burst out and yelled, "Buckett."

He didn't even have a name, so he just cursed at his last name.

Ruth had already rushed over, hugging her hysterical mother in her arms.Jack was standing by the fireplace, the blood still dripping from his arm, running down the back of his hand.The knife was not safe to place anywhere, so Jack had to hold it tightly with bloody hands.

It was like a murder scene, and the atmosphere was terribly depressing.

Rufu was frightened by Carl's voice, her face was pale, and the wrinkles on her face showed an expression of heartlessness.She leaned her face on Ruth's arm and sobbed softly.Ruth looked at her mother in a panic, not knowing what to do to stop the situation from getting worse.

Lovejoy and the doctor had already rushed in from the outside. Carl looked dazed and couldn't concentrate. He shook his head, and this action only made him more painful.I quickly held his hand. His skin was extremely clammy, but he didn't look like he was nauseous or the first symptoms of a concussion.

Unable to support his dazed head, Carl slid down my arm onto me, his breathing shallow and his skin an unnaturally pale color.I held his hand tightly, stared at his half-closed eyes, the cold restlessness in my heart quieted down, and I said to him: "You will be fine."

The doctor ran over, and Carl had a head injury, which didn't look serious.He didn't have any symptoms of vomiting and memory loss. The round appearance of the vase may have smashed the back of his head. Rufu's strength is too small to smash someone to death with a vase.On the contrary, Jack's wound looked much more frightening. There was blood all over his hands, and there were a few traces of blood on his cheeks, which made him look very scary.

Carl refused to go to the infirmary. He looked at Rufu viciously, and then returned to his bedroom with the help of the doctor and rested in bed.During this period, he kept holding on to my wrist, and his vigilant and indifferent expression had a distorted feeling like a beast being irritated.

When the doctor was treating his wound, he finally let go of my hand because of inappropriateness.I heard the doctor ask Carl how he was feeling many times. After all, head trauma may cause intracranial hemorrhage, and these symptoms are not obvious at first.

I stood by the bed for a long time, until Lovejoy came back again and finally realized that the matter was not over, because he brought the picket chief and two crew members.It is not an honorable thing for the Titanic that the VIPs in the upper class were attacked and injured.

"Sir, I heard you were attacked?" The fat chief inspector, wearing a black sailor's cap with the logo of the White Star Company, came to the doctor with a serious face and asked.

"I was attacked?" Carl pressed his forehead with a look of resentment. His nose was pumping excitedly. It seemed that this kind of accident hurt his self-esteem. Being hit on the head by a woman is not a pleasant experience. "Of course," he said aloud to the chief inspector. "What's the matter, and where is the murderer?"

"We've got that thug under control, please identify him. We'll lock him up and hand him over to the police as soon as he disembarks. The White Star Company will be responsible for your loss." The picket chief looked at Carl regretfully, "Anyway, you We deeply sympathize with what happened.”

"Give it to the police?" Carl seemed to think that it was a bit too much to hand over Rufu to the police as a thug. He glanced at me restlessly, as if he wanted to find something else from my expression Emotions, trying to know my opinion on the matter.Then he said perfunctorily to the chief inspector: "Let's talk, but next time it can't happen again. I'm having a bad experience with this voyage."

"We're sorry. We will definitely strengthen the separation between first-class cabins and third-class cabins in the future, so as not to allow criminals to take advantage of it." The chief inspector nodded with sincerity.

Karl didn't reflect the irrationality in his words, because the headache made him dizzy, and he was able to cheer up to deal with the chief inspector was the result of struggling.But I, who was standing aside, could hear clearly, isn't Rufu a first-class passenger?What does it have to do with third class?

Before I could ask, Ruth appeared eagerly at the door of the room. Carl glanced at her and turned away impatiently again.It seems that the scope of his anger this time is very wide, and everyone is not pleasing to the eye.

When I walked to the door, Ruth grabbed my arm and whispered to me, "They've got Jack." She tried her best to suppress the uncontrollable fear in her voice, but it still failed. Yes, I saw the trembling of pain and anxiety in her eyes.

Jack?

I immediately realized that they had caught the wrong person, because Jack was the only passenger in the third class.And Karl didn't have time to identify others, so the first reaction of the arresting crew was to control Jack from the third-class cabin.

Carl was still nagging to the doctor dissatisfiedly. He seemed to have recovered well, but his critical and bad personality had flared up again.I looked back at him and found that he half-closed his eyes and said to the doctor: "Be careful, there will be no sequelae."

The doctor replied calmly, "I have to observe for a few more days."

It seemed that he had nothing to do, so I followed Ruth out, and before I had gone a few steps, Carl's eager voice sounded behind me, "Emily?"

"I'll be right back." I knew he didn't feel safe right now, so I turned around and gave him a comforting smile.

Kalmu froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement with me, "Stay away from that woman." He didn't want me to get involved, after all, if Rufu attacked him, it might hurt me.

I immediately followed Ruth and walked out quickly, and I seemed to hear Carl asking Lovejoy behind me, "What happened just now..." The old poodle was ordered to watch over me, and then Carl asked me what I did as usual , This kind of problem can only be communicated with him at a certain time. I don't want someone to report to Carl even when he eats and takes a bath.

I came to the next room again. The color tone of this room made me uncomfortable, probably because the picture of Karl lying unconscious on the carpet just now cast a shadow on me.When he entered the door, he saw a crew member grabbing Jack's hands and handcuffing him behind his back.The blood on his arm had darkened, and some of it was slowly drying.

When Jack saw us coming in, his lips twitched and seemed to want to say something, the crew member pressed him to the ground and said bluntly: "Be honest, you have been arrested."

And Rufu sat on the sofa with a pale face, and a crew member stood by her side, and poured her a cup of hot tea to persuade her to leave here.

The blood-stained knife was put into a bag, presumably to be handed over to the police as evidence.

In fact, it is not to blame that the crew caught the wrong person. Before Carl's identification, even Lovejoy did not see the scene of the murderer committing the crime.How can ordinary people arrest Rufu as an attempted murderer? She seems powerless, and she is a first-class female guest. Of course, the chief picket who comes in to arrest her will do the best thing right away. judge.

Just like third-class passengers must pass the ship doctor's examination before they can board the ship, first-class passengers are regarded as ladies and gentlemen in the eyes of others, with their own aura of exemption from responsibility.And Jack, who has no money, is a man of gender, and holds a murder weapon in his hand. If I didn't know him and know the truth, even I would think he is the most suspicious.

Of course Ruth could be a witness against Ruth...that was her mother, and she was probably devastated by the scene.To catch Jack or to catch Ruth, this multiple-choice question is really digging Ruth's heart.

As for Jack's silence, it's easy to understand. His eyes have been on Ruth, so infatuated that I want him to restrain himself.

"Ma'am, it's not safe here, you'd better leave quickly." The crew was worried that I would faint from the scene, so they kindly reminded me not to come over.

"He's not the murderer." Ruth shook her head worriedly, a few strands of her coiled hair fell to her plump cheeks, and her rosy and healthy face had already been suppressed by this dilemma to the point of decadence.

"No, he is the murderer." Lu Fu suddenly raised her head, she was serious and mean, her thin lips were drawn into a sharp edge, and there was a desperate coldness in her eyes.She was holding tea and sitting extremely upright, as if this ruthless etiquette was her last dignity, and this rotten support was enough to make her straighten her back.She looked at Jack and said seriously: “I saw him attack Carl, my son-in-law.”

crazy.

Jack raised his head almost reflexively, his blond mess was all up, he looked at Rufu in disbelief, and blurted out, "I didn't."

Ruth touched her forehead excitedly, opened her mouth, and finally cried out sadly, "Mom? This can't be..." She showed her mother's sympathy for her mother who blamed Jack for this terrible attack. A flustered pain.

This is the first time I have seen a murderer so blatantly wrong others in the presence of witnesses.I didn't run up immediately to ask the crew to release them. I was waiting for Karl's identification. Only when he came forward could the chief inspector know who the murderer was.But Rufu's unrepentant death still made me very angry. This anger has extended from seeing Carl fall to the ground to the present.

Ruth had already walked in front of Jack. She pushed away the crew members who wanted to stop her, squatted down and looked at Jack at the same level, and wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.Jack shook his head furiously at her, telling her not to get so excited.

I turned around and looked at Rufu, her fear had penetrated into almost all organs of her body, including the skin, and I could clearly see the teacup she was holding trembling.Her guilty conscience was hidden under the shell of her forced calm, which made her sit horribly stiff.

I walked over and approached her slowly.Rufu watched me approaching helplessly, and even stopped breathing.I came to her side, bowed my head expressionlessly and whispered into her ear, "Your mistakes are your own responsibility, don't involve innocent people in it."

"You devil." Rufu suddenly cursed at me in a low voice, and the tears pooled in her eyes, making her look miserable. "You won't have a good result. Even if you take away everything from Ruth, no one will accept you, you lowly third-class woman of unknown origin."

"I took everything from you." I said to her indifferently, as if I was a cruel executioner who could put a knife on her head at any time. "Beautiful clothes, luxurious balls, the so-called comparison and showing off of the upper class. These are not what Ruth desires, but what you want."

Rufu's tears finally fell into the teacup.She actually knew that she was finished, and Karl would not forgive her.But in order to be able to die, she did not hesitate to drag Jack into the water.

I straightened up and heard footsteps behind me.Looking sideways, it was the Chief Inspector.What surprised me was that Carl also came running with the support of Lovejoy. I couldn't understand what Carl's expression meant.

His expressionless face was so dark that one could feel a cold shiver.

And this coldness pointed directly at me, I looked at him suspiciously, not understanding where the coldness in his eyes came from.His eyes fixed on me, turning into a temperatureless cage covering me.Then I heard his voice, I have never heard such a straightforward, but almost boiling testimony.

"It was him, that damned third-class rat, who attacked me."

Jack didn't come back to his senses for a while, he looked at Carl's finger in a daze, and it was him.

But Karl's gaze still stayed on me, as if he could no longer see anyone except me.