Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 303 299. A Wonderful Night in the Ninth District
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the weather in Paris suddenly changed, and the sky began to rain lightly.

A young man in a long black coat crossed the street full of umbrellas and turned hurriedly into an alley.He pressed the brim of his hat with his hands, afraid that he would take off the hat that didn't fit his head quickly, and he didn't slow down until he rushed into a mansion deep in the alley.

"I'm looking for the boss."

"The boss is busy." The guard glanced at his appearance, "wait a while."

"It's a big deal!" Seeing that he didn't respond, the young man continued to say in a low voice, "It's a big deal for the bunting!"

The signal was correct, the guard nodded slightly, and gave way to the stairs: "At 202."

Hearing the house number and the stairs in front of him, the young man was not very excited. Instead, he shivered from the cold because of his sticky clothes. Immediately afterwards, a sense of fear and chills spread all over his body.

"it is good."

The boss looked to be in his [-]s or [-]s, with a thin body and a slightly hunched back sitting on the chair in front of the bed.He deliberately stayed away from the stained glass window without curtains, so that he could use his nervous eyes to study the little book in his hand.

Now is his alone time, to think about some problems, and to set up solutions for possible variables.But in the eyes of others, his every move makes people feel uncomfortable, and if he stays for a long time, it will make people feel an inexplicable nervousness.

The young man sent something that seemed important, but a little thought showed that the most important thing in the whole thing was not the note.

Out of principle, Mick should praise this young man well, especially now that there are not many people, and there are even fewer people who can use it smoothly.But based on the existing facts, Mick had to punish him again, including the entire surveillance team.

"Fortunately, you sent it over in the first place and saved the opportunity to continue working for the empire."

This sentence is obviously different from what the young man imagined, but he couldn't say much in front of the boss, he just looked at it stupidly.

Seeing him like this, Mick carefully studied the handwriting on the note, and explained by the way: "The note is indeed important, but it can only become important if the person who puts the note together. Now there are only notes, and the information only has time and place. How much do you think it is worth?"

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"Son, the value of things changes."

In Mick's eyes, what is important now is not the words on the note, nor is it that Kavey was stuffed with the note, but they didn't find out who the note was at all.

Is it because they are not capable, or is the other party too sophisticated, or is it someone who has no notes at all?

"So you didn't see anything?"

"He has been chatting with Professor Cedieu of the Main Palace Hospital, drank 2 cups of coffee, a burrito and a piece of cake, called the waiter four times, the first three times were for paper and pen."

The young man knew that Mick was not easy, and he was well-prepared when he came here. He told the story of the past two hours like a menu: "He was seated in the back, and few people could pass him."

"Then you think he prepared the note himself?"

"It's possible."

"Ha ha."

Mick grinned twice, licked his chapped lips with his tongue, still didn't speak, stuffed the note into his small notebook, and said: "There are still 7 hours before the time on the paper, let the two The shift is changing, you guys go get ready."

"it is good."

"By the way, where is this road?"

"Drouot Street. It's in the Pigalle district. It's actually a place where a square on the edge of the Ninth District extends."

"ninth District?"

"It's a newly built business district, and there are some small theaters and other entertainment facilities." The young man has been in Paris for half a year and is very familiar with the neighborhood. "But at this point in time, it's 'not peaceful' there."

At that time, Mick didn't quite understand what he meant by "not peaceful", and he didn't really feel the style of Paris until he walked on the streets of Drouot at 10 o'clock in the evening.

The gas street lamps on both sides shone through the hazy drizzle, illuminating the pavement with few pedestrians.In fact, it is not much different from a rainy night in Vienna. Of course, it would be more similar if there were no girls who lifted up their skirts to reveal their thighs and knee white socks.

Mick misjudged the level of service here and made a huge mistake for the first time.

He was constantly being greeted and harassed by those girls pulling his sleeves, and sometimes he would boldly walk over and throw a few hidden words in his ear, trying to arouse the interest of this extremely indifferent person .

Faced with this naked provocation, Mick could do nothing but swallow his breath and walk towards his destination.

However, when they were less than [-] meters away from the destination, several girls suddenly rushed out from the dark alley not far away, and ran around like crazy.This was a very serious signal to other girls, and suddenly the whole street became a place for them to flee wantonly.

In order to run faster, some people not only have to lift their skirts, but also have to take off their obstructive shoes.

In Mick's eyes, their behavior has no beauty at all, like cockroaches that have been hiding in the dark for a long time and suddenly see the light.What interested him was not the cockroaches themselves, but who brought them into the light.

"It looks like a big raid." The young man who delivered the note said, "I only saw it once, and it was last month."

"Every month?"

"No, it shouldn't happen very often, unless something serious happens in this area. When I met them, it was because the son of a high-ranking official died on Drouot Street, so the police searched them for questioning."

Mick scratched his chin with his fingers, quickly sorted out all the possibilities, and immediately made a judgment: "Go, go back."

Compared with Mick, who is new to Paris and is not familiar with Paris, Alphonse, who came here by the same train, can be regarded as a fish in water.

This French celebrity chef who is obsessed with culinary skills is not the kind of lsp who likes to hang around Pigalle, at least he is much more restrained than the voluptuous who squanders his money wantonly.After being single for so many years, there must be needs, but he knows how to restrain himself, and now he has a good way to distract himself after trying to write novels.

Just when Mick gave up his plan, he had a good conversation with a charming girl in a tavern not far away.

"Your name is, Laura. emmm, Laura Patty?" Alphonse carefully wrote the name in standard writing, "Come, tell me your story."

Laura was going to meet last night's guests here, hoping to make some easy money, but unexpectedly, she happened to meet such a strange person while avoiding the big manhunt.But for her, anything is fine, as long as it makes money: "Are you sure you can earn 20 francs just by telling stories?"

"Yes, that's right." Afraid that she would not believe it, Alphonse took money out of his pocket and placed it on the table, "The premise is that I am satisfied."

"Actually, just pay a little more." Laura stepped forward and put her arms around his thick arms, promoting herself with a slightly miserable smile. "The hotel next door is my residence, and I can go there anytime."

Alphonse's first two novels had a small problem, and now his mind is full of stories, and he has no time to hang out with strange women: "Let's go without talking, I still want to write my own stuff."

"There are people like you, it's an eye-opener."

Laura sighed, snapped her fingers at the bartender, begged for half a lit cigarette, took two puffs and asked, "If you really want to know, I can tell. But it's not a pleasant thing Boy, it brings back some memories for me."

Alphonse drew another 10-franc note: "Is that enough?"

Laura nodded, put the money in her pocket first, ordered a glass of wine, and finally said: "It all started when I was 17 years old. I didn't live in Paris at the time, but a watchmaker in Rouen." It’s not easy for a girl without parents to survive, and she has to deal with the old man’s eyes.”

"Bullying you?" Alphonse guessed following what happened to other girls.

"Actually, it's not bullying in the true sense." Laura laughed at her innocence at the time. "It's nothing more than some hand-crafted skills. To be honest, I didn't feel anything, and then... anyway, I was so scared that I went straight to the street. .”

Alphonse nodded again and again: "And then?"

"I remember there was no one on the street at the time." Laura looked out the window. "I dressed as I ran, and then I walked up the road to Paris, thinking that as long as I came to Paris, I could hide."

"Escaped all night?"

"Yeah, I just ran in the direction of Paris. Even though I was always thinking that the gendarmes would come and get me, I was still hungry, and I quickly realized that I had no money." Laura took two sips of wine, and then He couldn't wait to smoke a cigarette again, "I just ran like this all day."

Alphonse stopped writing when he heard this: "No, this story can't, if you are like this."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chef." Laura took his arm again, "My story is just beginning."

It was not the first time for Alphonse to deal with them. Almost everyone could guess their occupation.He leaned forward and sniffed his sleeve: "I haven't touched the stove for two days, and I've changed into new clothes. How do you know I'm a chef?"

Laura laughed out loud: "The girl who told the story just now said it."

"Okay." Alphonse cleared out the parts that he thought were unnecessary before, "Let's go straight to the topic."

"I ran away all night, and was overtaken by the military police." Laura sighed, put down the cigarette she was smoking, and said, "The sun just went down, and I was so tired that I was resting under the shade of the roadside, when I heard the voice behind me. There was a sound of hooves. I really wanted to run away, but you know two legs can't run with four."

Alphonse finally heard a good plot, wrote a few sentences and asked, "And then?"

"Just like the other sisters, I naturally have to pay some price to avoid murder charges." Laura completely extinguished the cigarette butt, and drank the wine. "By the way, the money for the drink is also yours?"

"Yes, I will pay."

"Then give me a bistouille." Laura chose a wine that didn't exist on the wine list, "I taught you that before, don't forget."

"It's just adding iced coffee to the shochu. My skills are not so bad." The bartender took out coffee beans from the cabinet below him and asked, "Or add more coffee?"

"Ah."

Laura's story is her own story.

Rouen is more than 100 kilometers away from Paris, and she had no money to come to Paris with her body.However, as soon as she arrived here, she was arrested and taken to the police station because of her tattered clothes and no place to live. Not only did she spend a week investigating her origin, but she was also brought to court.

Fortunately, the old judge was not bad, he was found not guilty, and Laura was released in court.I also communicated with her for a full 5 minutes before leaving, and then gave her 5 francs to live.

"I'm very grateful to him." Laura took a sip of the wine she wanted, and the taste of the high-strength shochu stimulated her taste buds, "At first I went to his place twice a week, although it lasted half an hour each time, it was a real deal It's only five or six minutes."

"Five francs each time?"

"Yes." Laura put down her glass and said, "Money did keep me alive, but he also taught me to look at people. Although young people have good energy, they don't have much oil and water, but those old men are different. One A man dressed like a dog, but his eyes are darting around for no reason, just like the monkey who saw the banana."

"You were only 17 at the time?"

"Yes," Laura said, "I lived in Paris for four years, and then you should understand that people can't always be so stable. One afternoon, that old fat man who was about your size took me to A fancy restaurant paid me a full 200 francs and choked on a steak."

"It's sad."

"Who says it's not? I spent half a year in prison for this matter, and I paid hundreds of francs. In the end, my wife bailed me out, saying that I was working as a waiter at her place, and then I was released. out."

Laura was just about to down her stomach when she heard the tavern doorbell ring, and a short man walked in with a cane.She remembered the bizarre incident last night, then glanced at Alphonse who was sitting aside and writing seriously, and suddenly brought the wine glass to the bartender: "This wine is too bitter, pour some milk."

"How did you change your face?"

"I want to try something different."

"I just said that there is something wrong with your formula. Sugar must be added to this wine."

The milky white milk that has been slightly heated is poured into the dark coffee wine, sprinkled with two mint leaves, and stirred briefly to form a brand new thing.

Laura has no culture, and it is difficult to describe its strange taste in words, but one thing she is sure of is that "change" does not seem to be annoying: "How about my story?"

Alphonse shook his head: "Not worth thirty francs."

"Hahaha, I earned it today."

Alphonse put down his pen and found the man behind Laura, and he also laughed: "It's okay, if you have a story next time, you can come to me again, I will be here for a while."

"Ok."

"That won't disturb your work."

Laura kissed the three francs in her hand, and accompanied the AIDS on crutches into the drizzle outside the door, and then disappeared into the darkness seeping out of the alley.

(End of this chapter)