The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

1900 looked at Hockley defensively, and he very much doubted whether he was responsible for Doris' disappearance.Hawkley couldn't get what he asked for, so he might lose his mind and do something he shouldn't do.

As soon as Hockley saw his expression, he understood what 1900 meant. He wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't defend himself and was speechless.

But the most important thing at this time is the whereabouts of Doris!

Little William and Jack squeezed through the crowd and hurried over.

Jack briefly introduced himself, and 1900 realized that this was the young man who painted Doris the day they came to England.They didn't have time to exchange pleasantries, and 1900 immediately told him about Doris' disappearance.

Hockley couldn't get in the conversation, and was so anxious that he was at a loss. He was about to look back for his subordinate, Joeylov, when he heard a serious female voice behind him.

"Carl, have you met your friends? I didn't mean to embarrass you, we really should go, Ruth is waiting in the restaurant." She said, pulling the fur on her body.

It was Mrs. Bucket who came. She was wearing a gorgeous silk dress and gem accessories, just like a dress for an upper-class party.Her attire was completely different from the hurried passers-by at the port, and even looked a little funny.

Hearing Ruth's name, 1900 understood that the lady in front of him was Mrs. Bookett.Mrs. Bucket lifted her chin so that only her pointed chin and stern lips showed from her wide-brimmed hat.

"Hmph, Mr. Hockley, you are a busy person, and we have urgent matters, so we won't waste each other's time." 1900 snorted coldly, and walked towards Jack, and the two continued to discuss countermeasures in a low voice.

"Carl?" Seeing that Hockley was still moving, Mrs. Bucket stepped forward suspiciously, took his arm, and with a slight force, beckoned him to leave quickly.

Hockley was indifferently ignored and rejected by 1900, and his heart was extremely tormented.Knowing that Doris had been kidnapped, it was very likely that she would be... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and suddenly that scene appeared in his mind, which made him unbearable and almost collapsed.

Mrs. Bucket was ignored, snorted coldly, threw Hockley's arm off, glanced at Joey Love, and nodded slightly at him.Then she lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards the car on her own.

"Sir, sir? Mrs. Bucket..."

Chouilov reminded in a low voice, but was interrupted by Hockley: "Go and accompany Mrs. Bucket, I will go later."

"But--"

"Let's go! Do you want me to say it a second time?" Hockley growled ferociously, and Joey Love choked, his lips trembled and became pale, as if he was suppressing his anger, and he seemed to feel chilling.

After Hockley yelled, he regretted it.Although Qiaoyilov is his father's minion, after all, he has been by his side for several years, not to mention flattery in everything, but he is also wholeheartedly for Hockley's interests.

Intellectually, he respected Joeylov's occasional "ideas", but emotionally, he was being watched without omission, and felt that he had lost his dignity and assertiveness.

He desperately wants to break free from the cage brought by the name "Hockley", but all the status and wealth he has gained seem to be compensation for losing his freedom.

"Aren't you—"

"Sir, I will follow your orders now." Joeylov bowed slightly and left with his head down.

Looking at his slightly gray hair, Hockley couldn't bear it, and whispered: "Go, take someone with me to find Doris—no matter what you think, find Doris first!"

"……Yes."

Hockley didn't see it, Joeylov lowered his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Mrs. Bucket is persuaded away by Hawke's promise of a set of jewellery.

Hockley looked at her back and lowered his hands weakly. He felt that he was being pulled mercilessly by both hands, almost torn apart.It is difficult for him to resist the arranged fate, and it is also difficult for him to resist his own heart.

After listening to the narration of 1900, Jack pondered for a while, and came up with an idea: "Time is very urgent, and I have no time to draw a portrait of Doris and distribute it. But there are many little beggars in the port. I have known them for a long time. She is very familiar, Doris is so beautiful, anyone who has seen her must have an impression. Even if her face is covered, her injured leg is also an important clue."

1900 agreed with him: "Money is not an issue, I'd give them thirty dollars each—"

"Let's find it." Jack interrupted him, "If you give them money now, they may not be serious about looking for it, and they will run away after taking the money."

1900 dumbfounded.

"I'm willing to give a thousand dollars to the person I find." Hockley said, "Please...Jack." He took a tentative look at 1900 and was relieved to see that he didn't object.

"Did you hear that? Joeylov, you also take someone to look for it." He ordered, and Joeylov took the order and brought a dozen entourages with him.

Jack reminded: "Look for those big ships first! My friends can't get on, but there are at least a dozen ships leaving here every day. If the gangsters take Doris to one of them, it will be even more difficult for us to find! "

These words immediately woke up Hockley, and he hurriedly gave the order.

Joeylov quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​people with his entourage.

"I'll go to the control center of the port and ask them to give an order. No ship can leave the port easily unless we check it!" After Hockley dropped this sentence, he left the other two men and headed towards The registry office at the port ran.

Jack was dumbfounded: "Will they listen to him?" This man actually has such power?

1900 shrugged: "All the steel for the Titanic was provided by his steel factory. Maybe he also has connections with the shipyard and the port. Leave him alone, let's go."

Jack stopped talking, bent over and whispered to Little William.

Little William found his vagrant friends under the bridge hole, and they happily accepted this "commission". Soon, the vagrants divided into several teams and carried out a carpet search in the port.

Blood, overwhelming blood.

The thick blood and stench rushed into the nostrils in an instant, Hockley leaned on the door frame and vomited acid water.

He ignored the obstruction, pushed past the security guards, and rushed onto a boat that was about to leave the port.He had searched several passenger ships, but found nothing.And this cargo ship was bound for distant India. For some reason, he didn't intend to search a cargo ship, but when he was about to pass by and leave, he felt a little uneasy.

On the suspension bridge connecting the cargo ship and the port, the rats ran from the ship to the shore in a hurry. Such a scene is extremely bizarre.Stranger still, Hockley saw bloodstains on their tails.

He ran along the place where the animals escaped, and came to the hold of the cargo ship.

In the long and deep aisle, only two beams of sunlight penetrated through the skylights at both ends.There was a rustling sound in the aisle, and the sound circulated in the aisle, completely penetrating.

Hockley covered his mouth and nose, squinted his eyes and carefully explored the direction of the faint blood on the soles of his feet, and ran with all his strength.The crew and captain of the cargo ship shouted and followed up.

"Sir! Sir! Our ship is leaving soon, and whatever you are looking for, please—"

Hockley stopped their shouting with a wave of his hand, stopping at a dilapidated door.

The crew followed up panting, and were about to accuse him of being impolite, when the gentleman took a step back, raised his shiny leather shoes abruptly, and kicked open the rotten door.

"vomit--"

Everyone retched from the sour, bloody smell.

Hockley's eyes were red, he forced himself to stand up straight, and walked in slowly while supporting the door frame.

I saw fragmented organs on the ground scattered in every corner, red and white ones flowed all over the ground, and there was no clean ground at all.Hockley felt nauseous for a while, his soles went limp, and when he looked down, he stepped on an eyeball on the clean soles of his shoes.

He was almost suffocating, and trembling, he gently kicked the eyeballs open—these were a pair of black pupils.