[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

"Can I ask, is the other one in this photo really Sean?"

Is it really the Sean I know?

Jack touched that face back and forth with his fingers, but all he could touch was the cold touch of the glass photo frame.

He looked again—it was Sean, it was.But he always felt that there was a very strange place. He looked around and felt that this was not his Sean.

This smile, this look, was not something the Sean he knew could show at all.

Because the one he knew was humble and kind, but in this photo, no matter the eyes or the expression, they all revealed a cold and lazy, although they were smiling, smiling very sincerely and happily at Ryan, but the eyes Inside, the expression brought by the face seems to be always on the mind, and it can't be removed. It is actually brought out involuntarily when it comes from the heart.

Looking at him, Jack felt that although these two looked exactly the same, as long as he had been in contact with any of them, he would know how different they were.

——Even when they first met, there was never any coldness in Sean's eyes.

"Of course." Ryan asked very strangely, and his tone was a little displeased. He didn't like hearing Jack ask such a question at all. Brother forgot? "Just a few days before he went to Ireland, the photo was taken at the golf course near us."

"...Really?" Jack asked still unwillingly: "Then, you don't have another brother—"

"——Mr. Dawson!" Ryan said suddenly and severely: "Think, you should know the answer clearly?"

Jack was taken aback, but he did know that it would be impolite for Ryan, who had just lost his own brother, or for Sean, who had just passed away, to ask such a question.

"I'm sorry." Jack put down the frame, and he looked at it for a while thoughtfully, but found Sean's shadow on the face in the photo in a trance.

That worried man who would lie beside his bed with a bowl of soup...

"Sorry..." Jack murmured, then covered his forehead with his palm, and repeated in frustration: "Sorry, it's just...maybe my eyes are blurred, I don't know, just how......"

He shed tears unexpectedly, and it was very embarrassing in front of Ryan, so he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand, gritted his teeth, and held back the tears again, but he was very sad in his heart.

Nearly a month has passed, and Jack has never vented once, just thinking about it secretly.

Now he suddenly thought of those strange things about Sean, and he felt confused from left to right, and felt that all these things were like fantasy, inexplicable, groundless, and weird everywhere.

But Sean really didn't give him any answers, and Jack was always afraid that all of this was just his own guesswork.

But he can't forget that Sean locked himself in the singing classroom, which was similar to suicidal behavior, and he couldn't restrain himself. Regarding the words left by Sean, he found something with ulterior motives the more he thought about it. .

——What does it mean, 'Please take a look at this wonderful world'?

What is it called, 'The only thing that can be given is eternal love'?

In these words, there is a sweetness that moved Jack everywhere, but they sincerely made him believe that Sean must have known all that will happen in the future, so he will wear so many clothes for him in advance. Put on the luggage and return it to his picture album, leaving traces.

Sean, what exactly do you want him to find out?

Why didn't he say it clearly? !

The answer to all this, but I didn't want to, saw clues in the "New York Times" the next day.

——"Amazing!The real reason the Titanic sank! "

Such a big title suddenly broke into Jack's sight!It was the early morning of the next day. He was placed in the guest room in Pastor's villa last night, but he couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning. In the end, he spent the night in Sean's room.

He sat on Sean's bed all night, looking at many photos in his room, the more he looked, the less he felt like the Sean he knew.

Bradley didn't know when, in his pajamas, he pushed open the door, with a little chestnut-haired boy beside him, the one who told them the news of Sean's death that day.

"Are you okay?" The child ran in first, into Jack's arms, and asked while holding his hand, "It looks sad."

Jack smiled slightly, and then replied: "It's just that I suddenly missed him at night, so I wanted to come and take a look." He said, and turned his eyes back to the photo on the table, which was a picture of Sean wearing horse riding He pretended to be a photo, but it was the same as the photo he saw before, with a very strange smile on his face.

At this time, Bradley also walked in, and he closed the door smoothly, making the room immediately closed, and the three of them were mourning for Sean on the boat at the same time.

Bradley and Jack's feelings at this time are particularly consistent. In fact, he had already arrived at many strange places when Sean was still alive, but he was too lazy to think about it, and he felt that there was no reason to think about it.

It's just that now, seeing that Jack is also questioning like this, Bradley naturally has some contests in his heart.

So he said, "Actually, after the young master and we separated, something happened between us..." Bradley hesitated, and talked about the dispute that happened when they were next to the singing teacher.

His narration took a while, and he added some subjective assumptions. When he finished speaking, the little chestnut-haired boy in Jack's arms had half-closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

But I heard Bradley say: "At that time, something was wrong with the young master. He forgot his name and said...he was sent by God—"

"—Hey! How is it possible? Sean must be a human, could it be Jesus?" Jack said briskly, not believing it at all, "He was probably just joking with him."

"No!" Bradley said eagerly: "I can't tell what that feeling is, but the young master looks like he doesn't want to live at all!" He swallowed, recalling with difficulty, as if feeling Very sad and painful, "Especially that day, not only did he somehow know that those lifeboats could be fully loaded, but after that, he took them to the third class..."

"All these things happened without any pause. In the middle, the young master persuaded him to get on the lifeboat first. He kept holding a gun in his hand and ran all the way, as if he always knew where the destination was... ...."

For Chang, even if he guessed that the sailors would stop the third-class passengers, he would not rush straight over like Sean did at the time, without even spending a second thinking.

He seemed to have half the nobles already planning what to do when they were in the lifeboat.Bradley clearly remembered how many times Sean resisted to get on the lifeboat to escape, and how sad and desperate he seemed to be struggling and shouting for the dead end that he had to go up!

Bradley didn't know what it was for at the time, and he doesn't know now either.He just felt that there must be some reason for the young master to be like that.

"There must be some kind of thought that made the young master tell him to die!...He just saved those many people before he died. There must be a reason for the young master to make that decision." Bradley The more I talked about it, the more I felt it made sense, and even more so, I couldn't find many reasons to explain what happened that day.

He has been back for a month, and he can see the photos of the young master every day, and those past times seem to reappear one after another. He even feels that the young master on the boat is completely different from the young master he knew before.

Ryan didn't know this at all, and Bradley was afraid it was his own illusion, especially, even if he told Ryan the truth about what happened just now, Bradley also understood that this was not strong evidence.

Because everything is attached to their suspicions and some feelings about Sean's actions at that time.

Ryan has never seen Sean like that, so even if he said it, Ryan would not feel abnormal at all.

He was more likely to think that Bradley was frightened by the shipwreck and missed Sean very much. He would only let him rest for a while, but he would not take what he said to heart.

That's why Bradley kept silent.He was not good at talking in the first place, and he suppressed this thought at first, so he didn't want to mention it anymore.

But he didn't want to, but today Jack suddenly asked Ryan, "Is the other one in this photo really Sean?"

This sentence immediately made Bradley, who had been standing behind Ryan and clearly saw the confusion on Jack's face at that time, deeply agree.

Because of the same question, he has been suspicious for a month, "Is the one on the boat really the former Sean?"

So when Jack and Bradley both read the report the next day, they both wanted to do one thing.

That report reads like this, which can be summed up as follows: [Today, an anonymous lady who claimed to be a family member of a Titanic victim wrote a letter, exposing such an unbelievable thing.

About 14 years ago, there was a novel published on the market called "The Futility" written by the British writer Morgan Robertson.According to the letter, the events described in this book are roughly the same as what happened on the Titanic.

He even drew a comparison table, as shown in Figure-7. In this novel, the ship that died was called 'Titan', and the month of death was also April. The number of lifeboats and the number of lifeboats on the Titanic at that time were only 4 The difference, and even the cause of the death of the passengers in the final survey, is also inseparable from the lack of lifeboats... For details, please refer to the analogy table in Figure-4, which is simply amazing——! 】

Both Jack and Bradley read the report several times, and after that, their faces turned pale.

prophecy......? ! ! !

Could it be that Sean really knew in advance that such a thing would happen?

Like, the author of this novel?

"Ridiculous! It's ridiculous!" Ryan was also in the living room at the time, saw the newspaper, and saw the solemn applications on the two faces, and suddenly shouted angrily, "Prophecy?! But sometimes the media finds it's just a gimmick! How could such a thing really happen?!"

His gaze turned to the side of the wall again. There was a painting on it, which showed Jesus standing on the cloud, with his hands open, facing the holy light in the sky.Ryan snorted coldly, and muttered: "If God really existed, he wouldn't let so many die..." He closed his eyes again, frowned, and lit a cigarette, "Especially I will not let death find that stupid brother."