Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Mrs. Morley frowned slightly. Little Hawkley was an extremely conceited person. If he saw this painting, he didn't know what he would do. In extreme anger, the consequences are unpredictable. Although the girl showed her determination to separate the relationship between the two by doing this, she would definitely be retaliated by the macho Hawkley.

Mrs. Morley thought for a while and decided to hide the painting. At least, not for Hawke to see.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed, opened his eyes, and saw a woman standing in front of the table, blocking everything in front of her. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Mrs. Morley was startled, hid the piece of paper, turned around, and pretended that nothing happened, "You fainted at the door, I just helped you in."

Whether she was telling the truth or lying, Jiang Chen could tell at a glance.

After a pause, he recognized that this was indeed the room in Karl's memory. It was indeed the room he almost stepped into just now. Seeing Mrs. Morley's awkward look, he did not let her go, "But why are you standing at the safe?"

"...This..." Even though he was unconscious, he was still as domineering. She asked someone to help him in, but the little guy didn't even say thank you. He just asked questions, which was really annoying. But facing his gaze, Mrs. Morley could not bring herself not to answer. "...Your safe is open, I'm just here to close it."

"oh?"

She reached out from the cabinet and pretended to take out the Heart of the Ocean. In fact, when she just saw the painting, the gem was wrapped in the painting. She took out the painting, and the Heart of the Ocean was in her hand. "Look, there's nothing else, just your banknotes and the heart of the gemstone. Not a single thing is missing."

Jiang Chen sat up and asked, "Heart of the Ocean?" He remembered that the original owner seemed to have given this gem away. Heart of the Ocean…

To... Rose?

Jiang Chen immediately fell into silence.

The name of Titanic became particularly clear in my chaotic mind.

Speer, who couldn't find him anywhere, remembered this place at this moment, and the door was pushed open with a click. Seeing that he was safe and sound, Speer breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not easy to get a job that matches the salary of the Hockley family. Besides, this job is not difficult, it is just to ensure the personal safety of this young master.

"Carl, are you okay?" he asked.

Jiang Chen looked up and saw him. Seeing that he was an acquaintance, he shook his head in response.

Speer then remembered the two people he had just met and frowned, "Why is the young lady from the Bukater family staying with that third-class person?"

Jiang Chen:......

Rose and Jack have met. Moreover, according to the scene just now...if the prediction is correct, this dreamy ship that is said to be unsinkable will hit an iceberg and sink, right?

His eyes suddenly became bright, as if he had sobered up for a moment.

Jiang Chen found a handful of ejaculate from his pocket and frowned slightly. He sat up from the bed and put on his coat. He opened the door and looked out the window at the endless darkness, and said something unclear to Speer, "Have you ever felt... it's starting to get colder?"

He started speaking with a slight Irish accent, then paused and changed back to his original American accent.

For a moment, Speer didn't react, thinking that the young master was suddenly interested in the ancient English language because of his noble status.

But after all, he is the housekeeper who takes care of the Hockli family, and he has certain qualities in all aspects. Therefore, after thinking about it, I understand what he said, but I still don't understand the deep meaning.

Jiang Chen walked all the way to the forward control room with regular steps. No one could tell whether he was anxious or otherwise.

Seeing him leaving without saying a word, Mrs. Morley frowned slightly, handed the Heart of the Ocean to the attendant Speer who came in, and left the room herself.

A lady passing by said to her husband with a smile, "Sir, this cruise ship is really amazing and ingenious... Even today, I still think it is so beautiful... Sir, What do you think?"

The gentleman nodded and smiled gently, "Madam is absolutely right. I have also sighed for a long time. The Titanic is really amazing, and I am beginning to look forward to its sister voyages in the future..."

Sister voyage?

If everyone still lives and can reach land...

Jiang Chen frowned slightly. Drowned in the heart of this ocean?

He was really not interested in this way of dying.

Harold Breed, the messenger who was responsible for telegraph communication and reporting the Titanic's navigation status in real time, wore headphones and sat bored in the telegraph room.

The door suddenly clicked and opened.

The messenger looked at the young man standing at the door and vaguely remembered that he was the son of the tycoon on the ship. In short, he had a very good background. Why did he come here? The messenger thought about it and asked, "Sir, do you...?" This is the duty room, and others cannot come in at will.

Jiang Chen walked in, closed the door, and said, "Send a telegram. Find the nearest ship to rescue immediately. There is an iceberg in front of the Titanic."

His tone was calm, so calm that it sounded like a command.

When the messenger heard this, he laughed and said, "Sir, please don't make such a joke with me. Emergency rescue signals cannot be sent casually without receiving the captain's order... Besides..." How is it possible to hit an iceberg? ...This joke is too big...

He didn't finish his sentence.

Jiang Chen leaned against the door to block the glass window and took out a gun from his suit pocket.

The black wound was facing his head.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "I said, send a rescue telegram immediately."

The messenger froze.

"If things go wrong, Carl Hockley is willing to take any responsibility for this threat and will never involve you. So, hurry up..."

The tone of the young man who suddenly rushed in became calmer. The messenger looked at him blankly before he seemed to come to his senses and said, "I'll send it! I'll send it!"

Listening to the beeping sound of the telegram, Jiang Chen walked up to him with a gun and looked at him for a while, making sure that he pressed the CQ distress signal of White Star Line, then put away the gun and left.

"You can start praying to your God."

No matter what he posted. Regardless of whether the messenger is sending an emergency call for help from the iceberg ahead or a dangerous person on the ship is threatening him with a gun, as long as other ships come over, it is enough.

Jiang Chen determined the direction and turned towards the cockpit.

Standing among them, Vice-Captain Murkedo, holding the rudder, watched the captain's movements nervously.

The entire ship's crew, and nearly two thousand lives, depended on this.

When Jiang Chen rushed in, First Officer Murdoch was standing at the helm of the command module with a happy expression. It seemed that he was not aware of the crisis of this dream ship.

Seeing people from the Hawkley family coming in, he was obviously stunned for a moment, "Mr. Hawkley, do you need any help?"

"I would like to ask about the current speed of the Titanic."

"...?" When did the Hawkley family become interested in this? However, given that he was one of the main persons in charge of the Titanic, Murdoch answered this question quite seriously. "Currently, all four boilers on the ship are running at a speed of 18 knots. It is expected to arrive in the United States tomorrow afternoon."

"What was the standard speed of the Titanic?"

"15 verses."

"You are speeding. There are not enough lifeboats on board. So I suggest you slow down immediately."

"How is this possible! With all due respect, I only follow Captain Smith's orders."

"I'm not negotiating with you, this is an order!"

"In what capacity?"

"Titanic's Key Personnel and Investors."

"...Okay." His words were so serious that Murdoch hesitated and turned the speed dial to slow.

The action had only stopped for less than five minutes when a man rushed into the door in panic and shouted in panic, "Murdoch! There is an iceberg ahead on the right!"

Murdoch was stunned and subconsciously looked at Jiang Chen. "..."

Jiang Chen's eyes darkened and his tone was cold, as if Dou Tou had poured cold water on Murdoch, "What are you doing in a daze?"

Murdoch immediately put the helm back and turned the ship around. Rush up to the outer lookout to check out the situation.

In the endless darkness, the looming giant is like a man-hungry beast, waiting to devour everything. Sweat dripped from Murdoch's forehead, and a wave of heat rushed from his head to his feet, and another wave of cold air rose from his feet to the top of his head. It was so numb that I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Gradually, the outline of the iceberg became clearer.

Murdoch couldn't help but turn his head and look at Carl Hockley who was following him.

In the dark night, the lights from the cabin behind him shone, but they couldn't illuminate his eyes. His calm eyes looked quietly at the vast sea ahead, looking at the iceberg that was about to end everything.

This kind of look made Murdoch feel that the reason why he came to the command module and said those incomprehensible words was because of this iceberg that blocked the Titanic.

The bow of the ship began to turn.

Jiang Chen held on to the railing and watched the iceberg pass by the cabin. It was calm at first, but it was almost passing, when a loud noise came from the stern of the ship.

Still not, completely avoided?

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, hiding the gloomy look in his eyes.

Murdoch: "Mr. Hockley..."

"Shouldn't the rest be something that a leader like you should be concerned about?" He asked in a calm tone, as if he didn't know what the loud noise meant.

"..."

Murdock watched him walk away. He wanted to call out to this person, but for some reason, he didn't dare to call him out at this time.

What's more, what can we do if we call him? Hockley may be a good businessman or a good steel smelter, but he doesn't know much about ship water conservancy.

Jiang Chen would never do anything he was not sure about. Under normal circumstances, he will not do anything beyond his capabilities. He never liked watching himself fail.

In several lifetimes, he had specialized in self-rescue at sea and troubleshooting and repair of cruise ships. But for a giant ship like the Titanic, what he learned could not fill the gap.

Just let them worry. Jiang Chen, he has already done what he can do. This is not the world of martial arts, the world of fairy tales, or the world of magic.

Can he guarantee his survival in this freezing ocean? Maybe. But for the others, he had no choice but to watch them die.

He was used to it after all.

Maybe he can comfort himself that one day in the future, people who die here will forget everything and come to live in a new world. Perhaps they belong to the arms of their Lord...

He heard Murdoch's voice behind him. "Where's Mr. Captain?"

"Control room."

"Tap-tap-tap" there was a sound of awkward footsteps.

Walking to the side of the ship, Rose led Jack and rushed out of the door on one side, and ran into Jiang Chen's arms.

Rose, who had been hiding from Carl, panicked. When she saw Carl's face, she was stunned for a moment. She turned around and was about to run away with Jack again, fearing that the extremely tyrannical Carl would catch Jack and harm him.

But Carl just stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkled suit on his chest, looked up at her, and walked away.

This was completely different from the Carl in Rose's impression.

If it was the Carl in her impression, he would probably want to kill him and Carl after seeing the painting.

Rose admitted that she did it on purpose about the painting! She just wanted to take revenge on Carl! He overturned the table and tore off the gentleman's disguise to reveal his hideous face. She would never forget it.

She was fed up with this hypocritical and boring life controlled by others!

The author has something to say: Jiang Chen (cold and ruthless): Soon you won't have to endure it anymore.

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