[Titanic] Harbor

Erica walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor in the dark.The overall repair of this villa is good, the wood is polished brightly, and there is no dust on the handrails, but the lack of funds can be reflected from the worn-out carpet. The carpet lacks elasticity when stepped on, and it is not considered Very smooth.

In the Daltons, Mrs. Dalton never managed money matters.Therefore, this villa was prepared by Mr. Dalton.Judging from his lease of such a villa, Erica can roughly imagine the economic situation of the Dalton family.

Erica opened the first room on the right, which had no windows and looked more like a servant's lounge.In New York, you can always see some construction methods that do not conform to traditional specifications.

Erica closed the door and went into the second guest room on the right, a little further from Mrs. Dalton's master bedroom.She went in and put the oil lamp on the table. Erica fumbled to light the lamp that was already in the room, and then sat down at the desk by the window.

She opened the first piece of paper, which was a note, which she was very familiar with, and the content was quite simple:

Miss Dalton:

I'm sorry for what happened at the party, but I stand by my opinion, you don't need to be in court.

Green.

Erica put the paper away, she didn't want to see Green write like this, and they just met, what's the matter, can't they talk face to face?

She opened another one.If nothing else, it should have been written by Tom.After all, she was in New York, so she knew these two men, and probably only these two men were interested in playing this kind of small game of passing notes.

But after opening the letter, the result was somewhat beyond Erica's expectations.

——I hope you give up as soon as possible, otherwise bad luck will haunt you.

If it was a letter with complete letterhead and signature, then Erica would probably understand it as a threatening letter, but now, this is a vague note.

In view of Yuanzheng's weak emotional experience, it was either written by Elizabeth or Karl.On the left and right were the Hockleys.

— Greetings from the Hockley family?

Erica put away the two notes.

What is written on these two notes is nonsense.Maybe their authors didn't think so, but Erica wouldn't have done what was on any of them anyway.

She took off her coat and lay down on the bed.

The cold moonlight shone through the curtains on her bed and on her writing desk.

On the desk, there were only two refolded papers and a shriveled jewelry bag.

In the morning, Erica got her costume ready early and then walked around the room.She realized she had made a big mistake.

Tom's role in New York may not be as overwhelming as she imagined.He is just a businessman. Although he planted commercial spies, his hands are still clean and without black.

This is an extremely stupid mistake.

If she had been hiding, perhaps she would have been able to avoid Mrs. Dalton smoothly without having to face the embarrassing situation now.But now, she's screwed up, messed with Tom, and can't fix the Dalton mess.

Erica had a nightmare one night, in which she was locked in a windowless office, a group of people rushed in, and in the end, everything stopped.

It is very difficult for you to identify the true colors of businessmen with your naked eyes. The only thing you can do is to be patient with them and observe their true colors unintentionally.

Erica couldn't say that the information Cynthia sent her was wrong, it was her fault that she had a natural shadow on this aspect, so she misinterpreted what Cynthia meant.

Maybe you think that after death, you won't remember the fatal shadow at that moment, but now Erica gradually realizes that she can still clearly recall her appearance since she died.

Those things affected her, and it was also about love, about betrayal.

However, she is dead now, so it can only be Erica.Erica Dalton.

"Erica, you got up really early today. Maybe you finally figured it out and knew what a right decision it was to go back to New York with your mother." Mrs. Dalton opened the door of the guest room from the outside.

She saw Erica standing at the window, staring at the mundane greenery outside the window.

Erica turned her head, her thoughts gradually returned to reality, she smiled, "You are always right."

Mrs. Dalton got up very early today, because she was very worried that the child Erica would sneak away while no one was paying attention to her at night.

She dared to work in a strange place, so it might not be impossible to run away from home again.

As for why Mrs. Dalton didn't take care of Erica at night.Well, she'll probably tell you that she was too tired at that point to think about it.

In layman's terms, Mrs. Dalton's IQ went offline relatively early last night. From this point of view, she and Mrs. Bucket have many subtle similarities.

"Then come down and have breakfast."

Mrs. Dalton yawned gracefully, and then thoughtfully closed the door for Erica.

Ten minutes later, Erica and Mrs. Dalton were sitting at the dinner table.Their breakfast is milk and bread.This has nothing to do with the Daltons' financial losses, but simply to meet the needs of women who want to fit themselves into smaller corsets.

As long as Erica sits there, Yuanshen's skillful dining memory can be reflected on her body.

The Doton family has the habit of sharing breakfast. Generally, if the family members are not present, the breakfast will not start.

So there is a part of Erica's body memory that will only be reflected when facing her mother for a meal.

In order to prevent Mrs. Dalton from criticizing herself too much during the meal, the original body will be standard in the use of knives and forks, even if it is going to meet the queen, there will be no problem.

Mrs. Dalton was very satisfied with her performance, so the breakfast finally ended in an orderly manner.

Erica breathed a sigh of relief as she went back to her room.

She walked down the short corridor to her room.

No matter how anxious Mrs. Dalton was to go back, she couldn't buy the boat ticket within three days.

Social etiquette must have a beginning and an end.When you leave, it's common practice to say goodbye to your new New York friends, both as a prelude to another farewell party and as a grounding for your next visit.

Erica and the Baron are about to make a happy event, or so Mrs. Dalton thinks.So not only would she not leave in a hurry, she might even take Erica around the social circle in New York, and by the way, promote her daughter's marriage with a baron.

When they got to the door, Erica heard some strange noises in her room, which sounded like knocking on the door.

She quietly stood at the door of her room, leaning against the door and listening carefully.

It is useless to ask for help at this time.

There are no neighbors around this villa.Mrs. Dalton only hired two maids and a driver for this trip.

The driver will arrive at eight in the morning.And the other problem is, she's not sure who's in her room yet?

At this moment, the whole villa fell silent.Erica heard regular sounds in the room, like woodpeckers knocking on a wall.

This is really strange enough.But maybe she could hope that a small animal entered her room instead of a thug?

Erica put her hand on the doorknob, and paused for a while, until the doorknob was already sticky from the sweat of her palms, then she made up her mind, and twisted the doorknob forcefully, and entered the room .

At first glance, the furnishings in the room are clear at a glance, and there is no one.

Erica breathed a sigh of relief.

She began to search for the source of the sound.After searching the ground and the wall, she couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable, what kind of situation is this, maybe...

Erica looked up at the ceiling.She saw a dark shadow above the curtain, and for a moment she wasn't sure what it was.

owl?Does New York have owls?She thought it was only in Harry Potter.Perhaps there is another question to be asked, she is about to receive the admission letter from Hogwarts.

Erica stood there for a moment, not sure how the owl got in.She remembered that she hadn't opened the window at all last night.

However, before considering this question, the first thing she had to think about was how to drive this ominous creature out of her room.If Mrs. Bucket knew about this matter, it would be very lively.

In addition, no one would raise owls in this era, and wild animals are always rebellious, and even easily bring danger to people.

Erica got closer and finally got a full view of the shadow.

A gray owl, unassuming as it sounds, but it fits the bill perfectly.It looked down at Erica, and then she turned her head ninety degrees.

Now, it's an owl with a crooked neck.

Erica opened the window, hoping to let the owl out.She has never been related to animals, so she took it for granted that this little animal would leave quickly.

After that, a very interesting phenomenon happened. The owl flew to Erica's shoulder, and then stopped there without moving.

Erica was not wearing thick clothes, and at this moment she could even feel the touch of the owl's cold claws on her shoulders. Its sharp claws pressed her skin slightly, and just a little more force could make Ellie Ka's shoulder was bleeding.

Wild owls can hunt mice and even rabbits for food, Erica is not at all risky, come and try this animal's grasping power.

She stood there stiffly until Mrs. Bucket yelled at the maid from downstairs.

It seemed that Madame's anger would soon spread to her room.

Erica felt a little cold sweat, and she reached out with difficulty to touch the owl on her shoulder.This owl was very different. At least half of the animals would have blown their feathers and flew away when they encountered her doing this.

But this owl actually makes a cozy hoot, as if it had been in Erica's house all along.

What Erica touched was a soft feather. She knew that the feather must not be clean, and the color was not pure white or pure black.But at this moment, her heart was surprisingly soft.

"Miss Erica," the maid called Erica at the door, "Madame said she wanted to talk to you." It was the same maid yesterday, and Erica was a little worried that she would suddenly open the door and come in.

If they saw that she was happily getting along with an owl, would they think that she was chosen by the devil?

Erica didn't think much about it, and quickly agreed to the maid's words: "Wait a minute, don't come in. I'm in..."

For a moment she couldn't think what she was doing.In fact, whether she is dressing or boarding and lodging, the maid can watch and serve her.

Fortunately, the maid was still a little guilty about what happened last night, and this maid was not a senior servant either.After she heard Erica's refusal, footsteps sounded, and she gradually walked away.