Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 180. 177. What to Eat
Buttered fried meatball soup was eventually withdrawn, and this time it was not even eligible to stay on the table, which made Werther, who wanted to try something new, regretful.Instead, it was a Russian beetroot soup that the chef thought of on the spur of the moment.

Because the embassy usually eats very little vegetarian food, after two days of closure, it is true that no other fresh vegetables can be found.

Originally, some boiled fish gravy was added to the soup to increase the umami taste, but now the chef has learned his wisdom and decided to make it vegan.No matter why my Marquis became like this, it's just right to get rid of the meat.

As expected, this half-baked beet soup made with kvass【1】, wood sorrel and beet leaves, served with two corn and carrot bread finally won the ambassador's praise and filled his stomach.

The meal ended so hastily, but his conversation with Werther had just begun.

"It's a slaughterhouse there, Mr. Sheriff. I can't figure out from the beginning to the end why such a place exists in the capital of elegant music." Edward's eyes were full of fear, "You can only understand it when you see it with your own eyes. The moment I decided to betray me, I was so desperate."

"Are all three of them dead?"

"Yesterday morning, the man hummed a little song as soon as he entered the door. In front of me and Plamond, he hung the two girls upside down to let blood, and then cut them into pieces."

The synaesthesia produced by the memory filled Edward's mouth with the smell of meat, and only a large amount of wine could filter out this strange taste: "Needless to say, that scene is more exaggerated than the surgery performed in the barber shop in the last century .”

Werther's heart trembled. Since ether anesthesia became available, painless surgery has become the mainstream. It would be terrifying to think about it directly.

But he didn't have more energy to care about the dead girls: "The implication is that Plamond is not dead yet?"

"It's true." Edward said flatly, "At least he wasn't dead before I was let go by that guy. Of course, if a person stays in that kind of place alone, he probably would have collapsed if he came out alive."

His words were full of indifference and anger, and Werther couldn't help realizing one thing in his heart: Edward didn't want to save his clerk, and was even more willing to let him die.

For the next half hour, the French ambassador gave a detailed account of what had happened.Until the Vienna police chief and Del Rio visited together, he did not mention the matter of ransom and rescue, nor did he mention the amount of ransom demanded by the kidnappers. The importance of trivializing".

Whenever he asked whether he needed to save someone, Edward would watch the questioner silently, and finally forced others to change the subject first.

In his rhetoric, the reason why he escaped from the clutches was entirely because he won the final debate.The kidnappers believed in Edward more, and decided that he was the clerk, while the poor Plamond was more like an ambassador, so they threw Edward's coma into the garbage dump, waiting for him to get back the ransom.

These contents from what the parties saw with their own eyes seem to be all facts, but in fact there are still many unreasonable places.

Why did you kill the two girls but not touch the two men?

Since the two were arguing about the title of clerk, why did they let Edward return in the end?Is it just relying on his explanation?Now that this step has been taken, the two of them tied together, won't they get more money, why bother so much.

What's more, both of them are wearing ordinary attire. There are French-speaking people everywhere in Vienna. If they say they are from the French embassy, ​​will they believe it?

There is another point, which is also the point that Witte, Del Rio and the director are most concerned about.This case is too similar to the murder of the old marshal's son.

It's not that they are willing to think this way, it is really impossible to imagine that there will be two murderers in the same city at the same time.If it was really the same person, since Edward could be let go for money, why didn't he do the same for Albert?

"Mr. Edward."

The chief always felt that it was inappropriate to let Plamond go nowhere: "I am the chief of the Vienna Police Department. I have an obligation to ensure the security of the city and the personal safety of the people. No matter what conflicts you have with Mr. Plamond, I still hope that you can give some more details to help us determine the exact location of that house."

"That's all I know." Edward shook his glass and poured the last bit of red wine into his mouth.

"But there are too many doubts in what you said." The director continued, "If possible, I hope you can tell all the details of that person's crime from beginning to end."

Edward shook his head and refused, "I'm tired, please go back."

"No! As an ambassador, you have to cooperate with us in the investigation." The director insisted in spite of the objections of the foreign ministers around him, "If there is a murderous devil in Paris, and we are the work of the Austrian embassy in France Personnel, would you like to see us not cooperating?"

"I've said all I know."

"No, not at all." The director took the case record book from the recorder at the side, pointed to the content in it and said, "We have removed some unfavorable content according to your instructions."

These words are somewhat threatening, and every word is risky, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it must be gambled.

Plamond, the first-class clerk, is nothing compared to the ambassador, but he is not a petty official in terms of power.After the matter came to an end, Edward could clear up Plamond's disappearance. In the end, it was the police who were responsible for the embassy.

Coupled with the pressure from the old marshal, the director was really on the verge of collapse due to the anger on both sides.

Edward put down his glass, got up and was about to return to the study, "Could it be that if I don't do what you say, you will write everything in?"

The director didn't answer, and his face was very ugly.

"If you dare to write, I will sue you for defamation!" Edward said with a smile, "I think even His Majesty the Emperor would be more willing to believe my words."

"It doesn't matter, you can sue, because by then, I might have gone back to my hometown to grow potatoes." The director's response was decisive, without any compromise, "I'm just a commoner, with a bad life, and I can still eat in prison. to free three meals. Your reputation is not so easy to repair”

If it had been done before, Edward would have taken down the dueling sword on the wall and fought the director to the death to show his courage and dignity.

But now, after going through life and death, he cherishes his life even more.

"I appreciate your work attitude." Edward returned to his seat and asked the servant to bring over a bottle of wine again, "but I don't like the way you talk to me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ambassador."

"It's okay, since you want to know the truth so much, I can tell the truth." Edward filled his glass with wine, "but one thing you need to understand is that I really don't know where that room is, from beginning to end I only went in and out of that door after being knocked out."

Things have to start yesterday morning.

A full seven hours had passed since the kidnapper had last seen the four as he entered the room wearing a leather mask.He made up for the sleep and filled his stomach with a hearty breakfast, ready to start the day's work.

The content of the job is very simple, that is, to satisfy one's inner desire in the most direct way.

He was very excited to harvest two couples of dogs and men in one night, and the first thing to deal with was naturally the shameless girls.No matter how you look at it, doing that kind of thing with a man on the banks of the Danube at night is unforgivable.

Still the same routine as before, first inject a large amount of anticoagulant, cut the carotid arteries on both sides, and then use the unique inclined wooden bed to drain the blood.One advantage of this approach is that after the blood is drained, the corpses will look very clean, much cleaner than when they were alive.

Begging and screaming can only be the condiments for the next series of things, and no excuses or rhetoric can change the fate of the two.

The murderous butcher sat quietly beside the two, humming cheerful songs and enjoying the curtain call of their sinful life amidst the cries that faded and died away.For him, dividing a person into 21 pieces was a kind of divine purification.

For Edward and Plummond, this is more terrifying than shooting each other with guns on the battlefield.

This is why Plamond wanted to abandon Edward and tell the truth. No one wants to die in the hands of a lunatic for no reason. It is too aggrieved to die in such a way similar to livestock.

The director has taken over many cases, even more experienced than Witte, who is proficient in judging cases: "How could this lunatic let you go?"

Edward also knew that the flaw here was the biggest, because the butcher had no interest in the identities of the two of them, and it was entirely out of his own consideration to let him go.It's just that this kind of consideration is beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and the reason is disgusting.

"I'm useless to him, that's all."

"Useless? The clerk is more useful than the French ambassador? What kind of logic is this?"

"Looking at it now, there may be some pity and sympathy." Edward recalled the man's eyes, and sighed, "Do you really think that the title of ambassador is meaningful to him? He wants simple people, but in people In this regard, especially men, I really can't compare with Plamond."

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In fact, the debate between the two of them on the ownership of the clerk stopped very early, because the butcher didn't want to hear it at all.All he had to do was to give them an enema with a wooden barrel after disposing of the two female corpses, and only waited for them to be cleaned before enjoying some special parts of their bodies.

It is not difficult to judge from the ditty he hummed, the butcher is full of expectations for this process.

"I participated in the Franco-Austrian War, but I left the front line after only being there for a month." Edward said, "A bullet happened to hit me at the time, and I underwent emergency surgery to cut off the gao pill on one side. The other There are actually some problems with the side, the volume is obviously much smaller.”

"Could it be that he really took a fancy to Gao Wan???" Witt immediately thought of the croquette soup just now, no wonder he felt sick.

"Maybe." Edward's memory flashed in front of his eyes again, "Just a few hours ago, the one I had left almost disappeared. You haven't seen him look at us, just look at that with Inspector Witt." Like a bowl of soup."

food!

For that man, men are just food in his mouth, and he is very picky: "You mean he will swallow them all?"

"I only know that Plamond's has been cut off, and I don't know the specific follow-up." Edward did not deny, "His screams are still echoing in my ears, but I can only sit with my hands behind my back. In the corner, there's nothing to do."

"It is true that some people will eat people for various reasons, but those are very few."

"It's a pity that I met this very few. Not only that, but he also wanted to cut off Pramon's." After saying this, he drew two circles on his chest with his hand, "You know what I mean?"

Both Werther and the director understood the meaning of his action, but they still didn't understand the logical relationship.

"Don't ask me, I don't understand either." Edward put down his wine glass and stood up, "I've said everything I should say, I've said everything I shouldn't have said, I've answered everything you asked, now you can Let me go back to my room?"

The case here seems to have some clues. According to Edward's description, the room is likely to be located in the slaughterhouse in the city.For Werther, who often goes in and out of the market, the one he is most familiar with is Niujiao Street in Hoinz Street.

On the other side, Moraso, as a buffer zone between Franz and Edinson, is still battered.

In order to solve the problem of the pharmaceutical factory, he had to go to the problem itself to ask for a solution.

"To cancel the supply qualification of the pharmaceutical factory?" Carvey was surprised when he heard this. "Isn't he going to use those new drugs?"

"should be."

"It's ridiculous. Without sodium citrate, there is no blood transfusion. Oxytocin is also a very powerful booster drug. There are also various disinfectants, and even methylene blue is on the purchase list."

Carvey thought about the relationship between Edinson and Laszlo over and over, and found that there was no intersection. He quickly realized that he was the one who was unhappy with the other party from the beginning to the end: "Wait, is he still worried about that debate?" Bar."

"I don't care what conflicts there are between you, but you have to find a way." Morazo said, "otherwise I will have to report as he said."

Carvey doesn't want to further quarrel with Edinson. Even if the pharmaceutical company loses this large order, it can still rely on other drugs to make huge profits in the future.But the Prussian-Austrian War was not just a business, it also carried a series of medical and surgical experiments, and the lack of these medicines would hinder Kavi everywhere.

Since Eddinson used the medical committee to suppress himself, he could use Moraso's current identity to suppress him.

"Count, you are the chief inspector now, so you should have the final say." Carvey suggested.

"I have the final say?" Moraso laughed at himself, looking at the joke, "This is not a charge to fight, and I don't know medical treatment, so what do you want me to say?"

"It's okay if you don't understand." Carvey pointed to himself, "I understand."

(End of this chapter)