Ultraman in the world of grams

132 - Unreal beauty

Prohibition is a product of a special era in the United States, and it is also related to the historical background of this country.In 1920, that is, three years ago, the relevant Act was enacted.

After all, when this country was first founded, most of them were "Puritans" who advocated prohibition of alcohol for religious reasons.

The reason for the legislation in Congress is that alcohol is the root of crime.Alcohol is also religiously associated with sin and is opposed by religious organizations.

This may seem ridiculous from the perspective of a hundred years later, but it is true.

This also led to the flood of bootleg alcohol. Many people filled their pockets by selling bootleg alcohol, and many people made a fortune by selling alcohol secretly.After all, the most profitable methods are written in the law books.

Of course, taxes still have to be paid.

Drinks are of course indispensable on a luxury cruise ship, and at sea, no one can control so much at all.

But the alcohol content here is well over the limit.

After hearing Zhuo Mu's answer, Wilson frowned deeply.

Where the hell is this excess booze coming from?

When he looked at the empty wine bottles on the ground again, he began to look carefully. There seemed to be some shiny scale-like things stuck to some of the bottles.

Carefully blocking out the hazy aroma and alcohol smell that lingers around, Wilson caught a hint of sea water.

"Zom, something unpredictable happened on the boat!" Wilson couldn't care about these drunks now, and he couldn't even go below to join Zhuom. "It's the ordinary people on board who are in danger now!"

The injury on his body was just right, and he couldn't use the power of Ultra to speed up his speed.

Back to the restaurant again.

The waiters were all asleep on the table, even the waiters who were on duty in turn fell into a sweet sleep.Each of them looked peaceful, sleeping like a baby.

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As Wilson had guessed, it wasn't just the cabin below that was strange.

I don’t know when it started, but there was a strange smell of incense on the boat, which seems to be a combination of cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, sage and many other unknown spices, mixed into a fascinating taste .

It is peaceful, making people feel as if they are in an ancient Egyptian temple and receiving blessings from God.

On such a quiet and cold night, a warm bed is the best shelter.But there are still some energetic passengers who haven't slept yet, and there are quite a few people gathered in the smoking room of the first-class cabin next to the chess and card room.

Unlike those young and energetic second generations, most of them here are people with certain status and status.At one table sat Hasa Wayman, advisor to the Queen of Romania, Wilbur Ponton, a Boston stock market tycoon, a middle-aged diplomat at the British embassy . . .

Even Mr. James, the captain, sat at this table with a big smile on his face.

They were still smoking cigars, playing cards, talking and laughing when the accident happened.At first, they didn't take the hustle and bustle outside seriously.

Until, a British sculptor sitting by the window suddenly cried out in surprise.

"What's that out there, land?"

The waiter in the smoking room and others put down the cards in their hands, squinted and looked outside.

The house is brightly lit, and only a little light outside illuminates the sea next to it.

It was so dark that there was no clue at all.About a few dozen yards from the stern, there was a dark outline, just a little above the water.It was so inconspicuous on a night with no moon or stars.

Nobody cares at all.

People picked up the cards in their hands again, and the game continued.Under the wonderful incense, they are immersed in their own world.

It's just that the sculptor was still a little uneasy, looking out the window from time to time.

His expression was extremely disturbed.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the engine on the ship seemed to stop.

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In the No. [-] boiler room of the ship, the fireman and the second engineer were immersed in the mist for some reason, only caring about talking and not caring about their duties at all.

The red lights above the watertight door to the stern flickered, but no one paid attention.

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Even on the watchtower where the shift was changed not long ago, the watchman just looked at the sea outside.Even if the ship can provide some light, compared to the vast night sky and the vast ocean, this light is not enough to see.

He stared at the dark outline twice, then quickly looked away without interest, his eyes were distracted, his brain was empty, and he lost his mind.

As the seniors from the class before him said, maybe it's just fish.

Well, slightly bigger fish.

Anyway, for a ship of their size, these fish were nothing at all.

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The staff on board are basically still at their jobs, but everyone looks relaxed and happy, without any trouble.

In the soothing aroma, how relaxing all this is, dispelling the tiredness of the day.The staff and guests on board were all in harmony, each of them focused on their own business, immersed in this wonderful moment, enjoying such a heavenly night.

Enjoy this moment of false bliss.

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until--

A loud bang came.

It was a deafening crash—the whole starboard sidewall seemed to come crashing down.Sea water rushed in, washing the pipes and valves.

Only then did the two people come to their senses, trying to run away in horror, but they were knocked to the ground by the influx of sea water.

Boiler Room No. [-] next door was equally bad, with a breach in the ship's gunwale extending to the side of the watertight door, about two or three feet long.A thick jet of water is gushing out of the hole.Not far away, the coal in the coal bunker dumped to the ground just after the collision, burying a coal worker under it.

That worker is now crawling twistedly like a creature with a collapsed spine.

In some other boiler rooms that were not flooded, the situation was not much better. Many people fell to the ground, squirmed, and struggled to get up.

They were sitting on the drum and chatting, waiting for the next shift.

Then—there was a loud bang...the sound of tearing and friction—the watertight door fell suddenly, and people couldn't imagine what happened!
Until a boatman stumbled off the deck and shouted while running: "My God! We hit the mainland!"

The cruise ship "Hydra" crashed into a continent full of mud at some point.

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The description and details of some shipwrecks in this article refer to the Titanic novel——"This Night Never Forgets: The Sinking of the Titanic"

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