[Titanic] Harbor

At one o'clock, Erica dressed herself.The white shirt and long skirt look generous and simple.But the fabric of the clothes is not very good, worse than Erica's other clothes.

This was brought to her by a cousin of the original body from the United States.Since that cousin is only middle-class, she is not so decent in her daily attire.

Erica rubbed her blouse, leaving some noticeable creases in it, hoping to make it look cheaper.She undid the two buttons at the neckline.

She wanted to pass herself off as a second-class passenger, and that was enough.To the third-class passengers, the first-class passengers can only be little fat sheep who do not eat the fireworks of the world, but if they pretend to be third-class passengers, they will be easily distinguished.

She wore light makeup and no lipstick.

Erica walked down the long corridor and took the elevator down one floor.The junction of [-]st and [-]nd class is in front of you.

"My dear lady, further on is the third class cabin."

"It's okay, I have someone I know there." Erica presented a five-dollar bill calmly, making a begging look.

The security guard took the dollar bill without making a sound, nor did he stuff it into his pocket immediately.He also needs a reason, a reason for him to cross the rules.

He looked at Erica's pitiful expression, she was just like a noble lady who fell in love with the poor.Maybe this young lady has made an appointment with her lover, saying that she will elope when she arrives in the United States...

Erica looked at the security guard's eyes, and knew that he had thought "profoundly", and after he convinced himself, he would be willing to let Erica go.

That's what Erica meant, people always trust what they guess more than what someone else says.

Erica smiled gratefully at the security guard who opened the door for her.

Then, before the latter came back to his senses, he quickly walked through the two-level door.

There are obviously more people in the third class.It seems that the cramped bedroom is very depressing, so they are all in the corridor in twos and threes, some smoking, some chatting.

The men's clothes are very casual. It is common to open the neckline of the shirt and roll up the sleeves high, revealing the dark skin after long-term labor.

Some people's trousers have holes and look draggy, and the blue trousers are blackened, and they haven't been washed in time.

There was a mixed smell of sweat and smoke in the air, making the already stuffy cabin even more unbearable.

But the people here were not affected at all, they sat or stood calmly, enjoying their time on the Titanic.

Standing in the corridor, Erica feels that this place is like a passenger plane of later generations, with both first class and economy class, which are clearly separated.You pay different money and enjoy different treatment.

Titanic has gotten so much better.According to Erica's introduction from the crew, the third-class cabin also has marble washbasins and bedside heating equipment.

Not too bad.

Erica stood there for a while, then raised her legs and walked forward.

For the smell here, you should get used to it after smelling it.

When I walked around the corner, I heard someone complaining: "We are not allowed to use many public facilities here. It would be great if we could also go to high-end restaurants!"

"Hey, buddy! You're too far-fetched. But we do have a lucky guy here, who can go to the first class to enjoy the service there!"

"Who are you talking about..."

Erica walks past them, not fast enough to remember her surroundings.But she didn't walk slowly, so that others would think that her trip was purposeless.

Try to memorize the route as much as possible, even if these can only be explored by yourself!

She heard all the conversations around her.There are many people with vague accents, but under the condition of high mental tension, these messages seem to be collected together.

These people were talking about Jack.Erica walked over clearly. If you go straight along this road, you should be very close to the boiler room.

I don't know what the speed of this ship is now?

But at least the order to drive at full speed has not been given, there is still time!

When Erica came to a corner where no one was around, she stayed for a while and memorized the location.

This place should be very close to the deck.It can be seen from the material of the wall, but Erica hasn't worked on the ship for a long time, and she doesn't know much about these ancient crafts.

But one thing she knew - the Titanic ended up disconnected in the middle.There is a serious problem with the material of the steel plate.

Probably the hardness has reached, but it is too fragile, and there are also problems in the connection. After hitting an iceberg, it is like a biscuit, crunchy!

She reached out and touched the wall, it was just a cold and hard steel plate, without any decoration or wallpaper.

She imagined that the sea water would pour in from this place and quickly flood the cabin. Then, people woke up from their sleep, their dreams of conquering nature were shattered, and they ran to the deck in panic in their pajamas, blown by the sea wind. Trembling, they questioned the captain in horror, hoping to hear the guarantee that the ship would not sink.

"We're going to abandon ship!" the captain would answer them.

And then... it's all over!

A sarcastic smile curved Erica's lips.She herself didn't know where her life was, she died with nature, and her body sank into the sea?

That's just the behavior of the weak, and she will definitely try her best to protect herself.

But if it fails, it is nothing more than returning to death.

Already died once anyway.

Anyway, I tried my best.

This is enough.

The coldness of the steel plate seemed to suck away the heat from Erica's body. She withdrew her hand stiffly, but even so, she still felt numb for a moment, as if she was once again doomed.

It's in the past.she said to herself.It will be fine.

There was a sudden itch at the foot, and Erica looked down, but saw nothing.

But she was sure she was right, there was no one around, and the touch of her feet made her skin crawl.

Erica doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, even if she is reborn herself.This world has never cared for her, and everything has never been as she wished, but she has come to the two worlds step by step, and her life...is not bad!

She checked her surroundings again and again, and finally in a corner very close to her, she saw a small gray thing standing there motionless.

She went in and looked, and it seemed to be a dead mouse.

It was just rubbing against her feet, and died in a corner not far from her in a blink of an eye. No matter how you think about it, it feels a little unscientific.Erica stared at the mouse for a while, and finally saw the problem.

She never knew that the tail of the dead mouse could still move.

Do rats play dead?

Rats certainly do.When a mouse is caught by a cat, it will play dead in order to escape.

Of course, if the cat is smarter, it will never put down the food it gets.

Erica was the cat now, and she knew the mouse would play dead, but wasn't very interested.

At most, she just stood up and suddenly realized that there were rats on the Titanic too!

She decided to let the less intelligent mouse go.

The rat seemed to sense that the danger had passed.It poked its head uncertainly, and then squeaked happily on the spot.

Erika's goosebumps were all over again.

Rats have always been a symbol of disease and plague. They will spread the Black Death and plague. Imagine if a large-scale infectious disease broke out on a ship sailing on the sea.

On the endless sea, without supplies, and without adequate medical conditions, what kind of result will it be?

Although she knew that there was no such catastrophe on the Titanic, and if there were only a few mice, it would not have caused such a catastrophe.

But that didn't stop her from staying far away from the mouse.Even if she didn't do anything, the rat would have been killed by the third-class occupants.No one wants to be next to mice all the time.

An ownerless mouse. · · · Ownerless?

Erica looked back at the mouse again.Compared with ordinary mice, it seems to be extra fat, and it is not flexible enough to run quickly.The mouse has been going on like this, seeing that it played dead just now unreliably, it is clear that this mouse is not smart at all.

Could it be domesticated?

With such a guess, she looked back again.This time, she saw more doorways.

The mouse wasn't supposed to be gray, it was just so dirty that you couldn't see its color.

Erica stretched out her foot, and the flat shoe accurately stepped on the mouse's short tail. It struggled violently, but finally could not escape Erica's magic feet.

Sure enough, it was raised.

A chipmunk, domesticated.The place of origin appears to be the Andes Mountains in the United States.No wonder it looks so familiar!

Erica has a gifted aversion to this breed of rat.She was cheated by such a "naive little girl" who raised a "Chinchilla".So she was very impressed with this mouse.

Critters will bond with people who are kind to them.That's what it says in textbooks.

But she had never experienced such closeness.Generally speaking, cats and dogs run away when they encounter her.A little better is just walking around her.After experiencing this kind of thing a lot, Erica put away her thoughts about raising animals and could only watch from a distance.

She seldom gets the chance to get close to animals. Generally, animals will have agility bonus when they are around her. She can't even touch the hair if she moves too fast.

Few are as stupid as this mouse.

So even though the species was nasty and the mouse looked dirty, she didn't recognize the species at first sight.But even so, she still couldn't bear it... put the mouse in her hand, and touched it.

The poor chipmunk struggled twice in Erica's hand, and his fur exploded.

In the end, Erica let the mouse pretend to be dead one after another. She found out the route of the third-class cabin. Although she didn't go to the deck, it was a sure thing.

Next, some survival tools are needed.