Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 174. 171. Give them meat

The criminal investigation ability in the 19th century was completely incomparable with that of modern times. Wittkon was aggressive but could not start with Edward's disappearance.

Claire handed Alansha and Renee into Edward's hands in the store, and they got into the car and left, but they didn't see anyone at the small hotel as the end point.

If it was changed to another place, Werther would first question whether the other party had the possibility of lying to him.But having known Claire for so long, Werther knew what she was like, and this woman would not get into trouble with money for some illusory things.

The other party is the French ambassador, spending money like water, as long as he hugs his thighs obediently, he can lie down and make money, there is no need to mess things up.This also applies to the two girls, because they need money more than Clare.

Now after all the inquiries, nothing was found to be inconsistent. Werther realized that the nature of the problem had changed, and Edward seemed to have lost contact before he started prostitution.

The place to search for people has shifted from restaurants and hotels in dark alleys to roads and vehicles, and the person to be searched has also changed from the proprietress Claire to an unknown driver with a horsewhip.

"The coachman."

Werther stood on the street of Hoynz, looking at the muddy carriage in front of him, lost in thought.

Except for the difference in the driver, there was almost no difference between the carriages walking on the street. How could they find the carriage that brought Edward and the clerk here last night?

He lit a cigarette for himself, looked up at the smoke slowly drifting away, and organized his thoughts.

He does know a few carriage drivers, but some are dedicated to the police station, and the other part are wandering around the police station doing regular business.

The charging mode of privately rented carriages determines that short distances are definitely more profitable than long distances, so most coachmen will stop in areas where short-distance business is hot and do their own short-distance routes.For example, there are doctors and patients around the hospital, suspects and policemen around the police station, diners and chefs around the restaurant.

But Hoinz Street is not like other places, it's too messy here, and God knows what kind of guy will get on the bus.
and many more.

Thinking of this, Werther narrowed his eyes.

Since there is no regular coachman on Hoynz Street, the carriage that brought Edward here should usually wander around the embassy.
It doesn't seem right either.

It was impossible not to recognize Edward if he had been wandering around the embassy.Even if Edward always took the official car, the clerk beside him had to take a privately rented carriage.

If it were me, I wouldn't get in the car around the embassy.

Werther began to change his identity, thinking of himself as a big man like Edward who wanted to be sneaky.

Take the personal representatives of the three emperors, regardless of whether they are good or bad, at least they should not be too stupid.What I can think of, he must be able to think, it should not be a high-ranking nobleman near the embassy, ​​it is unrealistic to go too far, the range should be only two or three blocks around the embassy.

Thinking of this, Werther threw away the small half of the cigarette butt in his mouth and stomped it out.

Although he has a rough range, his mind is still a bit messed up.After all, this is just a guess, and the range of two or three blocks around is already very large, so it is definitely impossible for him to check it alone.

After thinking about it, Werther finally called a carriage, and walked the road last night first to determine the location of the crime.

"Go to 14 Cecil Street."

"Okay, you sit tight."

Cross Hoynzstrasse, turn left into Stephansplatz and then onto the thriving Graben shopping street.After seeing the row upon row of small commodity markets, you can enter Handel Lakeside Road, which runs along the river.

Going north along the Danube, Cecil Street is just beside the bridge.

"Sir, your destination has arrived, 70 hil, thank you."

The coachman stopped the carriage and was about to bend over to collect the money. He never thought that Werther didn't mean to give the money: "I won't get out of the car, so I will turn around and go back first."

"Ok?"

Werther stared out the window, and slowly raised his voice: "I said turn around and go back to the Hoinz Street where I got on the bus just now. This time, walk slowly and don't worry."

It was the first time for the coachman to meet this kind of person, and he didn't pick up people or get out of the car to do errands. Even if he really wanted to go out to relax, he didn't need to choose this road. It's just a river, so there's so much to see.While he was puzzled, he also became more vigilant: "Sir, if you sit like this, you will be charged by the hour."

"Ok, I know."

Witte took out a 5-kroner bill from his pocket and handed it out: "Is that enough?"

"Enough is enough, you are so generous!" Seeing the money, the coachman immediately cheered up, "This is enough for you to visit half of Vienna."

"I'll get out of the car after running two more laps at most, so I don't have to go shopping for so long." Werther presented the banknotes and asked, "But the money is not for nothing, you have to answer a few questions for me."

"Please ask."

"Where were you at 9 o'clock last night?" Werther asked.

"at home."

"Home?"

"That's right. Solicit customers during the day, so naturally you have to rest at home at night." The coachman said.

"So that's how it is." Werther was thoughtful, "Let's turn around and go back first."

"Yes, sir."

Since the expansion of Vienna, there have been many coachmen on the street. It is obviously impossible to meet the coachman last night when you want to get on the bus.After inquiring, he also found that there was not much connection between the coachman and the coachman. The carriage belonged to a rental company, and what they had was a competitive relationship.

The case involved the embassy, ​​which was difficult for Witte, and even more so for the chief of police.

Just as Werther was "hanging out" back and forth by the Danube, the Vienna Police Department directly blew up the pot.All work on weekdays was suspended, and everyone, including the patrol police, the sheriff, the deputy chief, and even Muzier, who was drinking tea leisurely in the autopsy room, had to go to the streets to find someone.

The relationship between Fa and Austria was already delicate, and Nahuang sent an ambassador of the highest standard [1].

Now the ambassador is lost
This is not only a shame to the French, but also to the Austrians.The oldest and most civilized super empire in Europe, whose military strength and capital security forces rank among the top five in the world, can't even protect an ambassador.

"It's outrageous!!!" The director slapped the table angrily, "This Frenchman stayed in the embassy obediently, why did he lose it???"

The people below dare not speak.

"Where's Del Rio?"

"Should still be investigating the Marshal's case."

The director sighed, and looked at the crowd again: "What about Werther? Why isn't he in the bureau at the critical moment???"

"I was called away by people from the embassy early in the morning, and I should still be looking for someone on Hoinz Street." The patrolman who had just returned to the police station said, "We asked the people in the embassy to temporarily lock the target. In a whorehouse."

"It's all locked, you guys won't take anyone?"

"We searched up and down before, but we didn't find anyone."

The director held his breath and looked at the wall clock: "I went there early in the morning, and it's already ten o'clock!!! Still haven't found it? Can't he come back and say something if he didn't find anyone? Why isn't there any news???"

Everyone: "."

"Don't be dazed, all of you, go out and look for it!"

The director felt uncomfortable when he thought that what he was going to face next was the questioning from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Prime Minister and even His Majesty the Emperor.He was very upset, there were indeed too many messy things recently, and the frequency of losing his temper with his subordinates was getting higher and higher, but fortunately, he was still clear-headed.

"Everyone is temporarily divided into three groups, one group of five people, go to the embassy, ​​search for me all the time, and also see if there are other clues in the embassy. The second group is also five people, go to the place where Del Rio often goes Find him in several places. Even if the marshal's son is really dead, he can't compare with the French ambassador.

The rest of the people are all three groups, I will go door to door on Hoynz Street to look for them all, and if you see Werther, just include him. Forget it, don’t call him back, just stay there and look for someone. "

"Yes!"

"I'll give you an afternoon. If you can't find Ambassador Edward, we'll bring all the relevant people back. We have to explain to the French embassy. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

A tense atmosphere has spread in the police station since the morning report. As the news gradually spread to the Hofburg Palace, everyone related to diplomacy became tense.

The relationship between Fao and Austria has never only affected each other, but also affected Prussia next door and other surrounding countries.Reminiscent of what happened to the marshal's son Albert, many people think that Prussia is behind it.

But until the case is solved, this will only be used as an excuse to avoid responsibility.

"It was Edward himself who vetoed the proposal to send some security forces around the embassy, ​​and now it's his own fault." Prime Minister Richard has never liked the French, and he has no good impression of Edward, "But if it was really done by Prussia , it turned out to be in our favour.”

"The French don't think so." Franz speculated on Edward's possible ending, thinking of countermeasures one by one in his mind, "And the worst thing is not only these, I'm afraid the idea is from the Prussians, but the executor It's an Austrian."

"I heard from the patrolman that he just played with women."

"The reason is actually not important, the key is to see the person!" Franz said, "As long as the person is alive, everything will turn around. But if the person dies, all the previous diplomatic achievements will be in vain."

"What should we do now?"

"It seems that we have to make some big moves." Franz looked at the documents in his hand, and thought of someone, "The people looking for you go to the Heavenly Library and call Major General Carrick."【2】

The tense atmosphere at the police station and the Hofburg Palace was well protected by the politicians and did not continue to spread outwards. Ordinary people still lived their daily lives.Teaching, studying and doing research are part of everyday life for faculty and students at the University of Vienna.

Carvey is also a small citizen, and has no concept of the diplomatic level of a big country. He was shocked by the disappearance of the French ambassador, but it was just a shock.

Major matters related to the relationship between France and Austria are left to professional people, and I have no time to worry about it.After the shock was over, he still had to do what he should do. After all, what he was thinking about was still his own work.

It was disappointing not to see Fernan, and Kawei reluctantly left Niujiao Street with a whole bag of kidneys, turned around and got on the carriage to the university.

From the gate to the underground laboratory, Carvey hurried all the way, and the bag covered with mottled blood dripped blood all the way.If it weren't for the medical school campus, I'm afraid it would have attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Since he was exempted from taking several major courses, Carvey's main purpose in coming to the medical school was to experiment.

The laboratory was empty, only Savarin was still working at the table.

The previous microbial experiments have come to an end, and he has written a thick report on the data and conclusions, and he is about to take the time to hand it over to Carvey.Seeing him coming by himself, Savarin didn't have to make this trip.

Holding a field mouse in his hand, he looked at the bag with a look of astonishment on his face: "What is in your hand?"

"I just bought fresh kidneys."

"Why did you bring so much money here?" Savarin had a bad feeling, "What is going to happen again?"

Carvey glanced at the laboratory: "Why are you alone today?"

"Martick is a student, unlike you, he still has to attend classes!" Savarin put the vole back into the cage, buried himself down and wrote about the changes in its physiological structure, "Anyway, it's just some experimental observations, I am alone Just do it slowly."

"What about Koch?"

"The microbiology experiment is almost done, and the chemistry class is on again, so he went to audit."

"I'm almost graduating and still auditing the chemistry class of the first grade?" Carvey complained, and couldn't help yawning. It was really exhausting to work on the corpse all night: "Since you are so free, help me first." I have a favor."

"What are you going to do?"

Carvey took a metal basin from the cabinet and poured all the kidneys he bought into it: "Crush them up for me."

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Savarin has been working in Carvey's hands for two months, and his food and lodging are basically in the medical school.I usually run between the dormitory and the laboratory, and my life is extremely monotonous, and my work schedule is the same as that of the 996 factory.

To be honest, this time is better than almost 90% of the workers. In a sense, it is indeed a blessing, but he still feels uncomfortable.

He also thought about complaining to Carvey, but he kept procrastinating considering the reward.After all, the work here is related to small animals. It is definitely better to be able to earn five times the original income by being with the voles than to be squeezed out in the hospital.

But today's task seems to be a little different.

"I'm a doctor who graduated from medical school. I'm not a scientist, but a scientific research technician, not a butcher!"

"This is also scientific research." Carvey seldom went to the vole cage, bent down and said his plan, "Didn't you always say that I abused them for the sake of medical development?"

Savarin snorted softly: "The experiment is worse than the torture."

"Okay, whatever you want to say." Carvey continued, teasing a newborn rat cub, "you smash, smash, and grind these kidneys into a puree, and then slowly take a bite of the scum Feed them by mouth."

"???"

"I'm going to give them meat today."

(End of this chapter)