Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 32 31. Gift
Tenants are a fickle thing for the old building at 73 Basinger Avenue.

Maybe the Hungarian sightseeing couple who love photography moved in last month with their bags. This month, a Romanian worker who likes to go fishing on the Danube will move in. After a few months, he may become a bad Italian gambler.

In addition, you will encounter Serbs, Ukrainians, Russians, and Bulgarians in the east, Czechs and Poles in the north, Croats, and Slovenes in the south. The variety is dazzling.

Here, fish and dragons are mixed, and everyone has their own lease period, which can be as short as one or two months and as long as two or three years.

But the old man in Room 303 seems to have never considered the lease term, and has been living in No. 73 since six years ago.He doesn't have a job, but he can pay the rent on time, and he can also ensure that he has enough food and drink.There is no spouse or children in the family, and they live a very simple life alone.

In the eyes of outsiders and even Kavey, this is an old man who is dying and has no sense of existence.

But now it seems that he and Mick have known each other for a long time.

Once you have a relationship with Mick, ordinary things will become extremely complicated.Looking at the chicken feathers in this place, Kawei is very clear that he has completely sunk in, and it is impossible to separate the relationship, so he can only choose to protect himself as much as possible.

"Do you know why that fat man came to me?" Mick became interested, "Let's hear it."

Carvey got up and walked over to the couple in Room 102, walked carefully to the desk, and took out a map from the drawer. The whole process was under the supervision of Mick's 12mm trigger gun.

"After you left that day, I found the location of the library and marked it. Mr. Andre came to see me the day before yesterday, and he probably turned over the desk while I was away, so I just"

Mick is not stupid, he glanced at the map and soon found out the problem: "You mean, this fat man thought that I killed Rosa just by relying on a circle + the name 'Mick'?"

"This"

Carvey glanced at the old man meaningfully: "Because Mr. Andre said that he saw you entering my room that day, and mistakenly thought that I was with you, so he wanted to extort money. It's a pity that I have no money. I guess he thought it wasn't enough, so he went to your place to fish for oil and water."

Mick narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately noticed something was wrong, and moved the muzzle of the gun to the old man's forehead again: "Andre saw me when 302 died that day? Why didn't I know?"

"I do not know either!"

While the old man denied it again and again, he immediately pointed the trouble to Carvey: "Mr. Mick, I have been with you for so long, you know who I am best. I haven't said a word about this matter, and I didn't know it before. , and will not in the future, so this kid must have said it!"

"Not you?"

"no!"

"Are you sure he leaked the secret?"

"Yes, it must be him!"

The dirty water splashed on Carvey quickly had a strange chemical reaction with the idea of ​​protecting himself wisely in his mind.Coupled with the catalyst of 303's previous tip-off to Andre, the reaction became extremely violent.

As a result of the reaction, Kawei had the idea of ​​killing 303 completely.

This time, his own life was at stake, and it was no longer a transient impulse, but a real intention to kill.

It's just that Mick, who presides over the life and death of the two of them, is fairly fair. He not only pays attention to evidence, but also gives people enough opportunities to explain, so Carvey just smiled helplessly and did not refute immediately.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mick frowned, and continued to ask 303: "You said he leaked the secret [Mr. Carvey didn't disclose your identity and whereabouts, and he didn't even have contact with Andre. .] Who reported this news to me? Could it be that the information you gave was wrong? "

"No, no." The old man was frightened when he was asked: "The news and the reality often overlap in time. He really had no contact with Andre before, but later"

"Later? Which later?"

"The night of February 2th."

"It was the day before yesterday?"

"Correct."

"Since it was the day before yesterday, why didn't you report it? Don't tell me you don't know, the news of that fat man's death was in the newspaper!" Mick's tone gradually became higher, and the old man's wrinkled forehead was also pressed with a circle of marks from the muzzle of the gun. , "You know I hate guys who are irresponsible at work!"

"No, no, no, Mr. Mick, please listen to my explanation."

"Oh? Can this explain?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Mick's stern face, but his fingers subconsciously pressed the cold trigger: "I'll give you a minute, tell me quickly, don't let me down!"

The old man was really impatient. At the end of winter at the end of February, Dou Da broke out in a cold sweat.He knew very well that Mick would collapse himself at any time under such circumstances, and continued to lie without caring about both ends, which would only bring about counterproductive effects in the end.

The only chance of survival is to fight and tell the truth.

"I did mention something about you to Mr. Andre before, before." Afraid of Mick's impulsiveness, the old man hurriedly said a turning point, "But! There is a 'but' here, Mr. Mick! But I just said 'Men in Black', never said your name!"

"Why say it?"

"I just want to use Andre's hand to make some extra money"

Mick sighed: "If this is true, there is some truth to it. He heard about the 'Men in Black' from you, and then ran to Room 301 to see the map and name, and finally went to the library to find me. But , I have a but here too! But only if all of this is true!"

"Mr. Mick, these are of course true!"

"How do you make me believe you?"

"I didn't panic!"

"You said just now that there was no leak, but what about now?"

"I didn't! I only mentioned 'the man in black ran from 302 to 301', and didn't say anything else!"

Mikla opened the chair, stood up slowly, and bent the old man's neck with the gun barrel in his hand: "No matter what the facts are, your explanation is too pale."

"Mr. Mick, please forgive me, I really didn't say it!!!"

"There are so many people in the library waiting for news. If I don't kill you, how can I do things there in the future?"

The old man couldn't find his life, so he looked at Carvey in desperation and yelled: "Mr. Carvey, you should know the truth! Mr. Andre must have told you! I never leaked it." Mick 'This name! I don't have one!! You must help me!!!"

Carvey wanted to shake his head, then smiled and said "no".

But considering the relationship between the other party and Mick's superiors and subordinates, as well as Mick's eccentric temper, he still had to choose to tell the truth.

Of course, there are many different versions of the truth. After thinking for a moment, he took the map and chose the most ambiguous one: "It's true that Andre never mentioned the name 'Mick', and I don't know if he knows. Maybe it's because of the I thought of the map, maybe I knew it before but I just didn’t mention it by chance.”

The old man's mind went blank after hearing this: "You liar!"

"I am telling the truth."

"No, you bastard. Mr. Meek, don't believe what he says, he's cheating on me!"

"I can understand what he said, and I don't need you to explain it again."

"I really didn't say that! Really!!!"

"Did you say that you know best in your heart!"

"asshole!"

"Dong Dong~"

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"dong dong dong~~"

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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, as if the conductor of the orchestra had drawn a pause, making Room 301 suddenly quiet.

Deathly quiet.

There were scattered knocks on the door, and beside the door was the young man who claimed to be an assistant.He guarded the door like a log and never moved.

On the floor in front of the door were three corpses that fell to the ground one after another. They were in different postures, and they were stacked on top of each other messily, so naturally they would not move.

Across the corpse was the table, and Kavi sat aside, looking towards the door, waiting for Mick's next reaction.His body seemed to have completely calmed down, but his mind did not dare to calm down. Facing the ever-changing situation, he had to force himself to rehearse the various situations he would encounter.

Not far away from him, Mick's eyes turned around on the old man and Carvey, his ears were listening to the door, the gun was in his hand, and he didn't intend to move.

In front of Mick was an old man kneeling on the knees. His head and neck were still pressed against the table by the gun barrel, and he didn't even dare to move.Tears and sweat were mixed together due to the squeezing of the wrinkles on his face, and his expression was miserable.

Only those eyes left a glimmer of hope in the whole body, staring at Kavey who was speaking the truth but thinking about how to kill himself in his heart.

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The whole room remained deadlocked until someone outside the door broke the silence of 301: "Mr. Carvey? Are you still there?"

"Who is it?" Mick asked the old man softly.

The old man blinked and replied, "It seems to be Room 202 downstairs, a woman in her 20s."

"It's early in the morning, and she doesn't have to go to work?"

"Just moved here from Serbia a week ago and haven't had a job yet."

Seeing Mick winking at him, Kavi thought for a moment and replied, "Um, I'm here, what's wrong?"

"I want to borrow something from Mrs. Cahill downstairs. Are they still here?"

"It's gone." Carvey glanced at the corpse at his feet, "I left a long time ago."

".It's strange. There's no one at home. Where did you go?"

Carvey made up a random reason: "I guess I went shopping on the street."

"Um, maybe I'm bothering you."

It was quiet again outside the door.

"gone?"

The assistant at the door nodded.

Mick received an affirmative reply, and suddenly put away the pistol, not only let the old man sit back on the chair, but also put away his killing intent: "Forget it, get up."

The old man was overjoyed, but his face remained calm: "Thank you Mr. Mick, I won't dare again."

"It was this woman who made me change my mind. If you want to thank her, thank her."

Mick sighed and put the old man aside, took out another document from the suitcase and handed it to Carvey: "Andre doesn't have a will, what he has is just a charge of [extortion, attempted murder] .His real estate has been nationalized, and now I will hand it over to you on behalf of the state."

Carvey looked at the "contract" in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

There is never a pie in the sky, let alone a property with a monthly rent of more than 50 crowns.But Mick's gun is still outside, and it takes a lot of courage to refuse the so-called gift.

"What? Don't want?"

"Hehe, I don't dare to ask for it." Carvey said, borrowing Inspector Witt's words, "Many people have died in Building 73 recently. It's really evil."

"Oh, you have to." Mick turned to the last page of the document, revealing a slightly jerky signature handwriting, "Anyway, the name has been signed for you, I'm just showing you."

Carvey: .
"All you have to do is to help keep an eye on these tenants, who has come, who has gone, who has seen whom, who likes whom, who hates whom, what job they do, what they usually like, and the specific purpose of coming here is What, any information can be reported to me anyway.”

"Eyeliner?"

"more or less."

Carvey looked at the document in his hand and finally understood the relationship between old man 303 and Mick.The building is Andre's property, but the old man sees all the people living in it, and it is Mick who controls everything behind him.

"But I'm not usually at home."

"It's simple, quit. You can keep half of the rent, food and clothing will not be a problem."

"This is impossible."

Kavey can eat the worst bread, or live in the most rubbish low-rent housing, but he can't lose his job.This is not simply a love of the profession, but an upward path reserved for myself.

Seeing that the old man who has worked hard at the grassroots level for six years is still taking risks for those few kronors, Carvey is very sure of this.

But reservations are reservations, and he has to give a reasonable explanation: "Mr. Meek, it's not that I don't want to, but that Mr. Ignatz is too persistent. If I quit my job suddenly, he won't As for being suspicious, but staring at me like a bee smelling nectar."

Carvey did a good job of passing on the conflict. Anyway, Ignatz is also a baron and a celebrity in society, so he can put some pressure on the other party.

But Mick's focus is not here at all: "Huh? Wait, you changed jobs?"

(End of this chapter)