Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 173 170. The Woman on Hoinz Street
On May 5, six hours had passed since Giustina's operation. In front of the French embassy in Austria, Edward saw off several distinguished guests at the banquet tonight, and went back to his room to change his clothes.

He removed many unnecessary accessories, such as bow ties, walking sticks, high-end silk handkerchiefs, and high-end top hats. His clothes were replaced with a combination of coats and shirts similar to ordinary people, and the pants were not as eye-catching as before. I chose an old-style breeches and a pair of second-hand boots from a street stall.

Anyway, there is only one principle, keep everything simple, so as to deceive people.

The clerk also made some changes, allowing the two to change from a superior-subordinate relationship to an ordinary friend on the street.They sneaked out of the embassy by the back door, and instead of calling for a cab, they walked another block and a half to the south before getting into a carriage and heading southeast.

The goal is the most famous Hoinz Street.

Hoinz Street is dark at night, and the occasional lights are also serving all kinds of violence and sensory stimulation.If fighting is the main means of communication after being filled with alcohol, then women are an important catalyst for this communication. Coupled with various exciting condiments, this street is full of a different kind of attraction.

But in the daytime, the gloom dissipated, and those businessmen who shut their doors at night took to the streets again, and the screams of screaming began to echo in everyone's ears.

There is no elegance of the Ring Road here, let alone being protected by the so-called law and the police, but only the scheming and courage to spare no effort to survive.

To be honest, based on the belongings that the two may carry, Werther has reason to believe that Edward and his close clerk are likely to have been killed.As for the corpses, not far to the north is the Danube River, and when the ice and snow melt in spring, once the two enter the water, they will be washed downstream without anyone noticing.

This is a very common way of dealing with the aftermath on Hoynz Street, and there is no way to control it and no one cares about it.

It's just that now because the victim has changed, the attitude of the police station has to change accordingly.

Witter was woken up early in the morning by two informants from the embassy. He said that he could not find Ambassador Edward and Clerk Plamond, and directly promoted him to the political and diplomatic level.When I asked where the two went that night, they only said that they invited someone to have a sumptuous dinner together, and then there was nothing else to do, and all the questions that followed were just one question and three unknowns.

It wasn't until Werther said that they would take someone to check the embassy thoroughly, and they vaguely revealed a clue: the woman on Hoynz Street.

Diplomatic ambassadors are also men and have needs, and it is not illegal to go to Hoynz Street.But since I went, I had to bear the risk of going. The place is full of dragons and snakes, and there are everyone. The local hooligans don't know what ambassadors and clerks are. They only have money in their eyes.

Werther didn't wake up, but his thoughts were still clear.

People go missing, and what the police are looking for is the last person who saw them, the dinner party in terms of time.Unfortunately, because of their identities, the two reporters only knew who came, but neither of them participated.

After getting the list, Werther couldn't find Alphonse and had to lock on Carvey first. He sent someone to Hoinz Street to inquire about the news, and he went to the Municipal General Hospital to inquire about the situation first.

Who told the Municipal General Hospital to be the closest to the police station, except Roshshuart Restaurant?

However, in fact, everyone at the dinner party got on the car and left the embassy together. At the time, Carvey had everyone in the hospital to testify, Alphonse also had his own restaurant staff, and Edinson and Carl on the other side were even less likely to turn back. gone back.

Werther was walking on Hoynz Street, not understanding Carvey's meaning: "Why? Are you so sure?"

"There are only two reasons for running back secretly, to have fun together, or to get revenge. In fact, Mr. Edinson and Ambassador Edward are just a small conflict. It is impossible to continue playing or reach the level of revenge, not to mention there is a What about Minister Karl?"

Carvey looked around as he explained, "It's such a mess here in the morning."

"After all, the surrounding area is full of people, and the hawkers have to crowd here."

"It's not just about squeezing."

Suddenly, Kavi and Werther tensed their waist and leg muscles almost at the same time, and stopped urgently. With the sound of liquid pouring in mid-air, everyone on the street strode back.Immediately there were screams, and curses and insults were directed at the resident upstairs.

The scolding was pushed to the peak with the dust and stench that was raised, and a few unlucky people who were drenched in feces and urine couldn't get angry, so they picked up the guys around them and broke into the door.

Soon, a full martial arts was staged in front of Werther.

Fist and kick are obviously not enough, knuckles, sticks and daggers are the main force.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see." Witla led Carvey to the back street, "Don't be surprised, as long as there is no gun here, we will pretend that we didn't see it. Sometimes we even encourage them to do so, for us A lot of work has been taken away.”

"Forehead"

In fact, this farce was settled in the blink of an eye, and the waves aroused were not even comparable to the swearing of the peddlers and the drivers of the carriages.In such a beautiful and elegant Vienna, it is estimated that only the Hoinz neighborhood can have such a medieval style of painting.

The two patrolmen who came to explore the wind were very punctual. Werther and Carvey waited for news from the two after staying at the meeting place for more than ten minutes.

"The carriage left from Hoinz Street from south to north?"

"Well, it should be."

Werther was a little angry: "What should it be?"

"The lights are too dim at night, so I can't see clearly." The policeman couldn't help it, finding someone was always a problem for them. Long curly hair, decent clothes, big hands."

"Which one did they go to?" Werther looked at the dark alley in the corner and asked.

"Go in and turn right at No. 8."

Witt nodded, and then ordered: "This matter must be reported as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll go back and see the director."

"I really have to go to the chief, or at least let him know about it. But it's not enough, time is urgent, you two act separately." Witte said, "One of you returns to the police station, and after you find the chief, go to Rosh Shuat Restaurant Talk to Chef Alphonse. The other goes directly to Minister Karl, or to the Military and Political Department to explain the situation."

Werther's handling was very appropriate, at least in terms of attitude, the Vienna Police Department took the right position.As for whether the two have been killed, or are just tired of playing and sleeping, then leave it to the leaders above to make a decision.

After the patrolman left, Werther wanted to take Carvey into the alley.

"I'm not a policeman, why would I go there?" Carvey shook his head.

Werther was puzzled: "Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to Niujiao Street ahead." Carvey pointed to the intersection not far away, "My patient's store is open there."

Werther didn't say any more, just sighed, turned around and plunged into the dark alley.

Meat processing in the 19th century was still in the transition period between primitive and modern. Large-scale breeding farms outside the city had begun to take shape, while the city was still a retail empire of slaughterhouses.The two are not only a cooperative relationship, but also competing for each other's territory.

Fernan is a very famous butcher on Niujiao Street. He runs his own slaughterhouse and provides many merchants with the freshest meat.

Every weekend is the time when the slaughterhouse purchases a large amount of goods, and the Kawi people have not arrived yet, but the ears have already heard the excited cries of the livestock.However, when he really stepped on the streets of Niujiao Street, he could truly appreciate how dirty it is.

The soft muddy ground under his feet had turned dark red because of the blood clots that had been scattered all over the years, and there was a strange smell of fat, rotting meat and blood everywhere.

If you accidentally encounter some horse-drawn carriages while walking, the mud splashed can spoil all the good mood of the day.

Carvey walked and asked like this, and found Fernand's butcher shop.

"Boss? The boss isn't here." A young man in a black leather skirt skillfully lifted a leg of lamb and chopped it into several pieces with a machete. Then go home."

"What time does he usually come?" Carvey kept shaking the buzzing flies around, "I want to see him."

"I don't know." The young man only sells meat, "Since he had a stone crushing operation, the boss doesn't come to the store very often. I don't know when he will come, but he will check the accounts from time to time. Not sure."

"Do you have his address?" The surrounding environment is in Kawei's eyes. Under such conditions, it is not easy to make the incision well. "I am his surgeon."

The young man was stunned, and looked up and down at Kawei, as if he had never seen a doctor who came to such a ghostly place to see a doctor: "Since the proprietress left, he sold the original house and moved it back to the store. Live. It’s just that I haven’t seen anyone recently, and I don’t know where I went.”

Carvey was a little disappointed, this trip was in vain.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The young man worked hard to cut the meat, "If there is no more, don't delay my business."

"No more." Carvey looked at the things on the butcher's stand and said suddenly, "But I want to buy something before I leave."

Just as the young man was about to issue an order to evict customers, he raised the machete in mid-air and suddenly stopped the car: "Shopping? Do you want to buy meat? Here is the best beef and mutton in Vienna. Although the pork is rare, it is also high-quality. Responsible for processing chicken and duck meat, whether it is sliced, diced or chopped."

"I want to buy some kidneys." Carvey was not interested in meat, "fresh kidneys just cut."

"kidney???"

Werther on the other side arrived at his destination not long after he turned into the alley, and knocked lightly on the door.

Based on his work experience, most of the dark restaurants in this area have to give him some face.However, perhaps because of the newcomer, as soon as the door was opened, two arms stretched out cursingly, pushing Werther several meters away.

"Early in the morning, no customers!"

"I'm Werther, I'm looking for your lady boss." Seeing his fierce face, Werther thought of the tricky case he was going to handle, and still thought that it would be better to do less than to do more, "Forget it, let Claire come out, I'll wait for her here. "

"It's from Vitkat, I don't know it, and I still want the proprietress to come out."

The janitor poked his head out and looked around, and just about to close the door, he received a fist on the face, hit his neck against the edge of the door, and fell on Werther in pain: "Where did you come from? Qing, how come I still don’t understand the situation.”

Witt threw his fat body into the door, and he didn't forget to look at the number plate at the door, and after confirming that it was number eight, he walked into the room and closed the door.

The janitor was ignorant, so Clare, the boss, had to apologize and explain.After a busy night, she was still wearing loose pajamas, her hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and she was quite tired: "Inspector Witt, calm down, you're just a newcomer."

"This is a big deal, and our two subordinates just came to ask, can you restrain yourself?"

"Ah, my lord inspector, it's not the first time you've come to this shitty place, how can you restrain yourself? Besides, the two of them are wearing police uniforms, and you haven't." Claire lit a cigarette for herself and leaned against the counter He shook out half a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, "Do you want some, Inspector?"

"No need." Werther asked, "Those two were the young lady who called you last night, right?"

"Yes, it's Ambassador Edward and his accompanying clerk." Claire told the truth directly, "I specially said hello in advance and called us here. Hiss. What's the name of those two girls? Why can't I think of it all at once? Woke up."

"Aransha and Renee." The man next to him who was keeping accounts interrupted.

"Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory." Claire was a little happy, but also a little disappointed, "Alansha and Renee, they are gentle and considerate, and they have a good figure. They are two beautiful girls. I made a whole 300 crowns, but alas... But as soon as the sun came out, people just disappeared."

The names and identities matched, even the names of girls who were not very important.

According to the route of the carriage obtained from the inquiry, after Edward picked up the girl on Hoinz Street, he would go north along the Danube to an unknown small hotel for fun.If what the proprietress said is correct, the next stop is to go to this hotel to ask the ins and outs of the matter.

"Hotel? Is it the hotel they were planning to go to?" Claire yawned, smiled wryly, and said, "There's no need to go, I also opened that place, and the store manager found me before dawn. "

"Looking for you?"

"Yeah, the promised big French client didn't show up, so they have to come and find me." Claire breathed out the smoke, "otherwise, how would the French embassy know that their ambassador is missing?"

(End of this chapter)