[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

For a period of time, it seems that the house can only smell the smell of dust, see small particles floating in the air, or hear a loud noise coming from outside the house.

Probably the yelling just now attracted the policeman. He was asking who was responsible for the excessive decibel sound just now. The neighbor was downstairs explaining to him. After repeated confirmation by the policeman, he left after a while. .

During this period, Robertson did not make any sound, he lit a cigarette, as if in thought.

But Jack didn't dislike the smell of cigarettes. He missed the smell of cigarettes instead, because Jack hadn't touched this thing for a long time. In fact, he hoped that Robertson could meditate naturally, think for a while, and let them prepare more speeches , to tell the truth.

It's just—"Cough—cough, cough, cough!" Jack couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing heart-piercingly, which startled Robertson, took a look at his own cigarette, and immediately extinguished it ,",well enough?"

"Hmm..." Jack grudgingly hummed, coughed for a while before raising his head, and then Robertson noticed that the palms and lips of the blond young man were covered with bright red blood. It's a little sluggish, and it looks like it's about to fall here.

He leaned on the sofa, with his neck up, and didn't speak for a long time. The poker-faced man sitting next to him took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into his palm, "Wipe yourself, let's talk."

Jack just held the handkerchief, then stretched it out to his mouth and wiped it dawdly, without moving.Robertson guessed that he had probably run out of energy to speak.He didn't ask too much, in fact, he really wanted to throw these two out now!

He didn't want to receive such a sick ghost at all, especially when he looked like he was going to die here!But he didn't dare to say anything, he could tell that the man with the poker face was not easy to mess with, and the other thin one was really too thin, he had only seen similar ones from his aunt who died before. But at that time, she had only one breath left, so Robertson especially didn't dare to provoke Jack, he was afraid that if he messed around, he would kill the man and die in his room.

You know, it was hard for him to find such a cheap and secluded place, and he doesn't want to move out of here yet.

"It's like this. In fact, we are survivors of the Titanic disaster. We were on board when the incident happened." Bradley said calmly: "But we have a... Friend, he died in this disaster—"

"—Wait! We can't accuse! Just a book writer—"

"—After hearing that." Bradley interrupted the flustered Robertson, and quietly observed his obviously weird expression, "We are not here to accuse, in fact, there is just a need for doubts. You come to help us answer."

"...What doubts?" Robertson looked at the two of them fidgeting, pinched the flannel cushion of the sofa with his fingers, and looked at them with dodge eyes, "It can't solve anything."

"But I think, apart from you, there is no one else who can answer your question." Bradley's voice became lower and lower, until finally, he lowered his head slightly and stared into Robertson's eyes with sharp eyes, making him nowhere "We just want to know, before the incident, did you know that something like the Titanic would happen?" Bradley took the "In vain" from Jack's hand, held it up, and set it on the coffee table "Don't worry, whether you know it or not, whether this matter has something to do with you or not, we will not hurt you—"

"——we have no reason to hurt you!" Robertson stood up suddenly furiously, but immediately, he stood there in a daze, looking at the old papers that were put in the box.

The light penetrated through the curtain and acted as a gap, dividing Robertson's face into upper and lower parts. The upper part, with only one pair of eyes, was placed in the sunlight, while the lower part was placed in the shadow, blurred.

Jack looked at him like that, and then looked at "In vain" on the coffee table that was placed on the coffee table by Brandley. After a while, he let out a sigh of relief, "Actually, we are just suspicious, but you are not the one who doubts—"

"—Dawson!" Bradley interrupted Jack sharply. He didn't want the other party to reveal his cards before telling the facts they wanted. Of course, even after the incident happened, he didn't intend to tell Jack. Robertson had some things about Sean, but Jack, who didn't know what he was thinking, just gave Bradley a weak look, and replied as if talking to himself: "It doesn't matter anymore, for me."

Then he sighed again, "Actually, Mr. Robertson, we actually suspected the dead one, just like where you are now, he knew everything was about to happen."

"...What?" Robertson turned around blankly, looking at Jack's wry smile in surprise, "He also... who is he?"

"I think his name should have been seen in the newspaper." Jack said, picking up a ball of waste paper on the ground. It was originally a crumpled old newspaper. matter.

When Jack was resting just now, he found this familiar name easily.This is a name he cherishes very much, so no matter where he goes, as long as it appears, Jack will find it immediately.

So now, he flattened the old newspaper, held it in the air, leaned his head on the sofa, stared at the name of 'Sean Pastor' on it and said: "He is love..." He choked up and said, trembling in his moan, Robertson couldn't help squinting his eyes to cover his emotions, "However, he died in this way... like a mysterious hero, what? I didn’t tell you anything, only some weird phenomena were left behind, making people speculate about such unimaginable things like crazy, and even came here.”

Robertson looked at Jack's red eye circles, and heard him say: "I'm about to die. Before I die, I must know the truth. Otherwise, in case he is really special, really... no Make sure if you can find him in heaven..."

"I want to see him, really."

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Sitting on the return bus, watching the majestic mountains and mountains passing by one by one, my heart was shocked by these huge natural peaks.

These mountains are all made of strange-looking stones, so high that they are about to touch the clouds, but I have never heard of the names of these towering mountains.

Thinking, it is no longer possible to describe the magnificence of these mountains. Many boulders are suspended from an edge of the mountain in a wonderful posture, or stand like a stone tablet, or have a greenery A small canyon full of mystery and martial arts.

These places have no names.There has never been a beautiful and dreamy way in the pictures on the computer.

But in fact, the impact it brings cannot be described clearly in a few words.

On the bus, there is only one thought - no matter what the world we perceive, these mountains, these grasses, these mountains, these grasses, which lived in nature earlier than us, always grow silently. Since ancient times, there has never been Change.

Thousands of years of history have passed by like wheels, and generations of humans, animals, and even dust have been refurbished many times.

The horses that pull those wheels are living and dying, experiencing the glory and decay of each era, but these mountains, grasses, trees, and trees have always stood here, watching the changes of the world, and staying still.

It is always said that this world is dangerous, but in fact, they have always been like this, it's just that they were too superficial before, or now, too intense.

Just like just now, when we walked through a narrow road, we happened to find that there was a very serious car accident in front of us.There were bloodstains on the ground, and we saw a pair of leather shoes left at the scene of the accident, and a crooked motorcycle that had been hit, surrounded by a few pale-faced people, who seemed to be unable to recover from the incident just now .

The mood that was originally high and exalted by those mountains suddenly fell to the bottom. When I looked up again, I saw the mountain, and suddenly felt cruel.

But in fact, what have they changed?

How could he be innocent?

In nearly half a year, I have traveled to many places in China, seen many scenery, and then refreshed my shallow cognition over and over again, and was overwhelmed by the new cognition over and over again.

Only then did I realize that the original, painful, former, was actually so narrow-minded.Only then did I realize that what I didn't understand before, what I knew about the world, and what I originally understood, no matter from the Internet, newspapers or books, are all so ignorant.

Feel ridiculous for the past, proud of the past time, and proud of the current perspective.

I have never been so grateful for the original decision - I gave up a stable life, but experienced some different customs in a bumpy way, but what I got was far more meaningful than stability.

Then, when I came back, I got the passport that I had done a long time ago, and deposited it in the police station, and I ran around to apply for the visa.

The savings I found are running out, so the next days, I think, will be richer.

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"...Actually, I don't predict." After a while, Robertson took out a cigarette sadly and planned to light it, but when he lifted the lid of the lighter, he suddenly glanced at the expression on his face. The pale Jack then silently put the cigarette on the table, sighed and said: "Actually, before something happened, I didn't know it would happen, but after it happened, I suddenly realized that it was already expected happened."

"What do you mean?" Bradley asked urgently.

"It's just that I accidentally saw a piece of paper in the church." He said, and found a lot of lint-stained paper from his trouser pocket, and then pulled out a blood-stained paper from inside. He was holding a black, complicated piece of paper with an inverted cross, and threw it on the coffee table, "Graduated from an ordinary third-rate university, but more than ten years ago, when he was a pretentious young man, he thought it was only a problem in this society. Let there be no way to show the true ability! I think it is a great talent, all these are just tests given by the Lord, when you pass these tests, then, your life will be full of golden light and brilliance, shining brightly. "

"..."

"So 14 years ago, when I used all my imagination and all my patience to complete such a book, and finally a publishing house decided to help publish it, it was like being a teenager, all day long. I imagined that I would become famous in one fell swoop!...hehe" He shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then shrugged, "But obviously, it's just an ordinary...the sales volume of this book at that time , is simply pathetic."

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