Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 31 30. Bastard
Normally, the way most people think is confined to the individual.No matter what it is, as long as it has nothing to do with them, as long as it does not go into the head like a hand-operated craniotomy drill [1], they will not get angry.

For example, the ordinary people watching downstairs saw it as a dispensable farce.

But once something touches their emotions or interests, even a trivial matter will immediately cause unnecessary impulses in their hearts.As a result, all the people related to it will reverse their previous attitude of nosing about their own business, and show their aggressive side.

For example, these guys who are sitting in the room "discussing" the ownership of No. 73 are showing this kind of situation now.

"I still don't understand why this little bastard suddenly became Mr. Andre's illegitimate son?"

Carvey looked at the woman in Room 102 pointing her fingers towards him, with no expression on her face, but couldn't help giving her a thumbs up in her heart: It's really a good question, and I really want to know it too.

The former owner of the body has his life experience in his memory, and he is a wage earner who came from the countryside to the city to make a living.His mother died early, and his father followed him three years ago. The two had nothing to do with Andre, and they only met him after renting this house after coming to Vienna.

After signing the rental contract, Andre's attitude towards Kavey remained at the level of an ordinary landlord and tenant, no different from others, perhaps even worse because of the fact that he has been owed rent.

In Carvey's mind, the concept of "illegitimate child" is nothing.But even so, he was still unwilling to open his mouth to deny this "fact".

The main reason is that 10 minutes ago, he was once again shot in the back of the roadside.The same location and the same touch forced him to return to Room 73, No. 301, and also forced him to recall the man he met when he first time traveled, Mick in black.

Of course, the young man with the gun this time was shorter and thinner than Mick, and his voice was not as rough, but the barrister was exactly the same in figure as Mick.He shaved his seal beard and spoke East Low German with a Berlin accent, but he did things the same way.

The two sat next to Kavey, one on the left and the other on the right. Kavey didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The old man in room 303 was also afraid to speak. Since Carvey came back, he has lost his previous energy.

However, the silence of the two did not change the situation of the heated debate at the scene. Xia Deng and the couple in Room 102 not only attacked each other, but also held an extremely suspicious attitude towards Carvey's identity.

"It's not up to me to decide. It still depends on the will."

The lawyer explained with a smile, and took out the black and white paper in his hand, writing very clearly:
[I, Andre Edmund, will give away the two properties at 21 Whitegreen Street and 73 Basinger Street in the Central City, including all personal effects[2] therein, such as cutlery, saddles, spurs, and The clothes and things that I used to wear, all passed down to my son, Kavi Hines.

I hope this small legacy from an ordinary father will be dear to him. 】

"This is the real estate part of his will, and it all belongs to Mr. Carvey Hines." The black-clothed lawyer looked at Carvey next to him, then at the other tenants, and asked, "Is he Carvey? Bar?"

Kavi's real name is Kavi, and everyone knows him as Kavi since he moved into No. 73.

But in their eyes, this Kavi should not be the one written in the will.

"Mr. Lawyer, maybe they have the same name and surname." Xia Deng suddenly raised a possibility, "For example, my name is Xia Deng, and there are probably more men named Xia Deng in Vienna than there are mice in this building. Counting the surnames, you can definitely meet several of them."

The object of the metaphor is very low-level, but Xia Deng has already ignored them.

After hearing this, the lawyer really felt that it made sense, and turned two pages later: "Here is the appearance of Mr. Carvey. He is 5.9 feet tall and weighs 139.2 pounds. He has brown hair, light blue eyes, and an old scar on his left arm. hurt."

Carvey lifted up his sleeve sensibly, exposing his arm, which indeed has a scar: "I fell from a tree when I was young."

"The height is about the same, the pupils and hair color are the same."

The lawyer looked at Karvey, as if he was waiting for something. Karvey immediately understood, and hurriedly took out a work card from the Forestry Bureau from his coat pocket: "This was registered last year."【3】

"From the Forest Service?"

The lawyer was overjoyed after seeing it, stood up and bent down, held Carvey's slightly cold right hand respectfully, and said excitedly: "The height and weight are about the same, it can't be wrong, it's you! Congratulations on getting Andre Edmond All of Mr.'s real estate!"

Xia Deng's reasons came to naught. No matter how you look at it, Carvey in the will is the impoverished 17-year-old young man in front of everyone.

Seeing that the lawyer had already briefly chatted with him about the property transfer procedure, the woman in Room 102 finally couldn't hold back her temper and jumped out: "I also have a will in my hand, why must I listen to you?"

My man also immediately handed over the assist: "Yes, we have it too!"

"I am specifically authorized by Mr. Andre"

The lawyer wanted to explain a few more words, but the husband and wife saw their temper flare up and didn't give him a chance at all.In fact, given the chance, they wouldn't listen, anyway, they just looked like they were going to forcefully go to the police station to report fraud.

"Don't worry, you two, there is a set of identification procedures for whether the will is true or false."

The lawyer still had a smile on his face, gave the assistant around him a wink, and then continued: "For example, you can judge the authenticity from the handwriting, and then judge which one is more legally effective from the time when the signature is written. And , we can get from."

The words of lawyers became the focus of most attention, because these were related to their vital interests.

But Kavi, who was sitting on the side, kept staring at the short assistant, watching him skillfully take out the water glass from his cupboard, pour the clear water from the water pipe【4】, and bring it in front of everyone.

The whole process went smoothly and naturally enough, the only thing he cared about was a small movement of picking out his pocket.Looking at the water glass on the table, thinking of Mick's way of doing things, and thinking of Rosa and Andre's death, Kawei can basically be sure that "seasoning" has been put in the water.

Kawei didn't dare to drink, and the old man in 303 didn't dare to move either.

But this battle for inheritance rights is constantly consuming other people's saliva. As long as there is no result, drinking water is only a matter of time.

Soon, the couple in room 102 couldn't help their mouths dry, and drank a full glass of water one after another.

They have been very active since the beginning, obviously they need to drink water, but they are not satisfied with the taste of water.First, he tightly choked his burning throat and spoke weak words.Then the abdominal pain and vomiting came, and the breakfast residue mixed with blood water blocked their mouths.

In the end, it became difficult to breathe, his limbs became limp, and he fell to the ground one after another.

".The list of items and the names of the recipients are all in Mr. Andre's own handwriting, and there are also his signature and family seal at the end."

The lawyer looked at the two who were already out of breath, cleared his throat and continued: "The most important point is that Andre wrote this will in front of me, don't question its authenticity, or the consequences will be terrible. Very serious."

Carvey had foreseen this ending a long time ago, but he just yelled in his heart that it was a pity, but there was not much reaction.

The old man in 303 was also prepared, his face was full of panic, and his eyes only dared to circle around him.

As for the other Chardon.
"What happened to them?"

"died."

"What, why did he die?"

The lawyer didn't want to answer what he meant, and pointed to the water glass and asked, "Don't you drink water? You must be thirsty after talking for so long, drink some quickly."

"No, I won't drink!"

"Tsk tsk, he's a smart man. If he doesn't drink water, he can die more easily."

Xia Deng obviously felt the killing intent, but there was no way, his fate was not in his own hands.

Even though he escaped fast enough, Xia Deng was kicked to the ground by the pouring assistant at the last moment.The opponent's methods were clean and neat, wrapping around the back, strangling the neck, and kicking the knee in one go. The huge upper body strength slammed into Xia Deng's Adam's apple, cutting off his oxygen in an instant.

Suffocation works a bit faster than poison, but still takes a while.

The lawyer looked at Xia Deng, who was bluish and kept kicking his legs, and suddenly his conscience realized that he wanted him to die more clearly: "I don't want to kill innocent people, I gave you a chance, but you didn't listen, and you just wanted to have sex with Mr. Andre." Same, I can't help it."

Xia Deng's expression was pained, and he waved his hands indiscriminately. He didn't know whether to resist the arm that locked his throat, or to express his remorse, anyway, he died soon.

"Poor boy."

The lawyer's face was heavy, as if he felt sorry for the loss of a young and fresh life in the empire.He took out the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his eyes vaguely, then tore up the will, and turned his gaze back to his side: "Mr. Carvey, I am surprised."

Carvey was embarrassed: "Mr. Meek, actually I."

"Did you recognize me?" Mick touched his bare upper lip, a little surprised, "This suit is completely different from what I wore the last time we met."

How different is this kind of approach that kills people if they don't agree with each other!

"Hehe, it's not the same." Carvey echoed with a smile.

Mick patted him on the shoulder, ready to put the highlight of the day to the end, and then looked at the old man in room 303: "Come on, let's talk about you and Andre."

"I, I don't know."

Mick was not satisfied with this answer. , took out a pistol from his arms: "Then how did he know me?"

"I do not know."

"Then how did he get to the library and ask for 100 crowns for hush money?"

"Mr. Mick, I really don't know!"

"You have let me down too much."

Seeing that the muzzle of the gun was heading for the old man's forehead, Carvey suddenly said, "...I seem to know why."

(End of this chapter)