My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 7 The first murder

Although he didn't know what specific unknown changes might occur, Yule had already experienced a relatively obvious change -

Ruth's relationship with him heated up unusually quickly.

Thanks to this situation, he was able to get in touch with the circle of aristocrats more quickly.

The evening breeze is cool.

The hawthorn-colored sunset was split into two halves by the shadow, one half belonged to the sky, and the other half sank into the sea.

Jules and Ruth leaned against the railing side by side, chatting about various topics.

Maybe his personal charm is not as strong as Jack in the original work, but his knowledge is far broader than his counterpart.

Moreover, when it comes to the free temperament of the lower class, he was no less than Jack.

"Look, Ruth, do as I did."

Jules pressed his throat and spat out the phlegm in his throat with force, and Ruth followed suit.

"Haven't you ever learned to spit before?"

Ruth heard Jules' question and sighed helplessly:

"In the past, all sorts of rules almost suffocated me. They considered spitting to be something only low-class people could do."

"Then spit out a few more mouthfuls, and spit out everything from the past ten years!"

After a while, both sides were tired.

The two of them said nothing, just looked at each other.

Then, they all laughed at the same time.

However, a greeting that was calm but concealed a murderous intent broke the tranquility of the moment:

"Ruth, it's time to go back. Staying with people in the lower cabin for too long will affect your breathing."

Ruth's mother?
Jules turned his head slightly and did not see Ruth's mother, but saw Ruth's fiancé standing in front of him.

Although he was not tall, he gave him an indescribable sense of oppression.

In his impression, the other person's name should be Karl.

Karl stared at him silently for a while, then said calmly:
"I don't know your name?"

"Jack Dawson." He was not afraid, but raised his head high and looked at the other person straight in the eye.

Carl nodded slightly and retreated behind the crowd, his expression showing no emotion.

On the side, Ruth had finished talking with her mother and looked at Jules with concern.

The mother was obviously reluctant to be with him.

The atmosphere was tense, and several gazes intertwined, forming a web that made Ruth feel suffocated.

At this moment, a strange rhythmic horn sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere on the scene.

A noble lady who came with Ruth's mother smiled and spoke to the rescue:
"It's just dinner, why are you making it like a damn cavalry charge?"

Ruth's mother snorted coldly, said nothing, pulled Ruth up and walked back.

Ruth said reluctantly: "See you at dinner, Jack."

Jules remained calm and composed, and at ease.

The noble lady who spoke up to help did not leave with them, but just stood there, feeling a little surprised.

This poor boy actually never got stage fright from beginning to end?

A smile appeared on her lips:
"Boy, you need to change your clothes when you go deep into the snake's den."

Jules gazed at the lady and smiled:
"Please give me some advice."

In my memory, although this lady was a noble, she always looked down on those outdated rules.

The lady laughed heartily: "You may call me Mrs. Molly. Come with me."

……

In front of the floor-length mirror, Madame Molly carefully took care of Jules's dress.

After a while, she looked at the radiant Jules in the floor-length mirror and exclaimed:
"Even those rich young men are probably inferior to you!"

After saying this, a hint of tenderness unconsciously appeared in the corners of her eyes:
"And my son, so much like him."

Jules smiled and replied: "This is all thanks to you."

Hearing this, Mrs. Molly laughed heartily:

"It's time to surprise those country bumpkins who dress extravagantly."

Jules felt at ease as he stroked the soft, silky dress on his body.

Now, he has successfully established contact with Mrs. Molly. All he needs to do next is find opportunities to approach the captain and other high-ranking people who can influence decision-making.

The words of a poor boy in the lower class cabin are bound to be less weighty than those of the glamorous "nouveau riche aristocrat".

If the soft approach doesn't work, he will then try the hard approach.

After all, he was just an ordinary person, and he knew nothing about the methods of the esotericists.

……

Dinner time soon arrived. With the help of Madame Molly, Jules, in full splendor, attended the banquet held by the nobles in the upper cabin.

During this process, he never let his guard down, and his eyes would glance at Carl and Ruth's mother from time to time.

The other party was obviously very dissatisfied, but to Jules' surprise, unlike the original work in his memory, he was only slightly difficult and did not make too many sarcastic remarks.

However, this is what really threatens him.

As the saying goes, "A dog that bites doesn't bark"!
"They're probably already planning to kill me..."

Although he had thousands of thoughts in his mind, Jules did not show any abnormality on the surface.

He unobtrusively toasted the Titanic designer next to him with a glass of wine and said with a smile:

"I heard that this world-renowned miracle ship was built by you?"

He thought that the other party would at least give some polite thanks after hearing the compliment.

However, the other party's response was unusually cold:

"I just took on some of the design, but that's not your concern."

Your tone is quite rude...

Yule frowned, pretending to be worried, and sighed:
"I've always had a question: if a ship this size were to travel at our current speed and encounter an obstacle, wouldn't it be difficult to turn?"

Before the designer could finish his words, Karl spoke coldly:

"Don't worry, the bridge will monitor any possible dangers, and there won't be any risks."

His words were very firm and revealed his contempt for Le.

"Since you are all relieved, I won't say much."

Jules smiled slightly and said nothing more tactfully.

……

The dinner ended quickly and most people left with laughter and continued their nightlife.

Jules left the restaurant and went to the deck to think alone.

"It seems that being soft won't work..."

Just now, he had used all his skills to indirectly insinuate himself to various staff members and nobles who could influence the decision-making of the Titanic's voyage.

Unfortunately, the results were not satisfactory.

Even the captain said arrogantly:

"I've been sailing for decades, and I've spent more time at sea than you've spent on land! Don't worry about it!"

Although the other party's words were very impolite, from the captain's words, Jules judged that the other party was most likely not in cahoots with the cultists.

"call……"

Jules let out a long breath, staring at the sea shimmering under the ship's lights, his eyes gradually becoming colder.

In fact, he hasn't killed anyone yet.

But it seems that this rule will soon be broken.

……

Two days later.

Jules said goodbye to Ruth at sunset, firmly rejected Ruth's offer to stay, left the deck and returned to the lower cabin.

He changed into the gentleman's clothes he had prepared in advance and disguised himself - just from his clothes, no one could associate him with the previous Jack.

"It's almost time...it's time to act."

He remembered that tonight the Titanic would hit the iceberg and sink.

If he wanted to prevent the Titanic from sinking, he had to act in advance.

Soon, Jules walked towards the bridge.

His head was slightly lowered, and his top hat perfectly concealed his features.

Along the way, he dealt with all the questioning and obstructions he encountered in various ways. As a modern man, he could easily play the role of an aristocrat who had a superior attitude towards those around him.

Many people had never seen his appearance, so they were unsure and had to let him go.

However, he soon encountered a real obstacle.

"Hey, this is just a peasant from the lower cabin. Just because he's wearing human skin, he thinks what he says is human language?"

The guard in front of him looked at Jules and said contemptuously:

"If you ask me, it's you..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Jules suddenly jump up and stab him in the lower abdomen with a knife!

The guard's eyes widened. He never expected that Jules would dare to do this!
"You..." He tried desperately to draw his gun, but he felt his body was weak and he couldn't muster any strength.

He wanted to scream, but Jules didn't give him the chance. He cut his throat with a knife, leaving him completely unable to resist.

His vision gradually became dark, and he heard Jules's mocking voice:
"Although you don't have an afterlife, I still want to remind you to keep your mouth clean from now on."

(End of this chapter)