Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 444 ...

If it was Mick sitting here, he would not be given a choice, and the other party would always have only one way to go. If Kawi didn't obey or insisted on resisting, the bullet in the barrel would make him obey.

Casper is different. Although he is Mick's best student, he is not Mick. If Mick is a tiger fighting a rabbit, then he is more like a cat teasing a mouse.

"I thought he would stay." Casper looked at Kavi walking to the hospital and shook his head. "His Majesty Franz had just been shot and his carriage exploded, and his old friend was also involved. He didn't even go over to check on him and show concern, but was still thinking about the surgery. Why does he seem even more cold-blooded than me?"

"Who says it isn't?"

The man in black next to him echoed, and then immediately realized that the person in front of him was no longer the former Casper but the head of the entire organization. He turned around and stopped the carriage: "How about bringing him back?"

"no, I'm fine."

Casper waved his hands. "I don't really doubt Count Morasso. I just used it to test his reaction. Besides, he is Kavi Hines, a surgical genius that has attracted the attention of all of Europe, the Count of the Empire. Didn't you see how the Emperor looked when he saw him? He was happier than when he saw the Queen. It is imperative to have a good relationship with him, and it will be more beneficial to us."

"it is good."

Casper looked at Ayesha again and asked, "After so long, you should have figured it out. Let's continue with the previous topic. Who gave you the gun? And who asked you to assassinate the Austrian Emperor?"

Since being arrested, Ayesha has been actively cooperating all the way, but she just doesn't want to tell the truth: "I've said it all, I have nothing to do with the assassination, I don't know what happened. I just want to leave here, leave the control of the count's family, and live in Lyon alone. Guns are for self-defense. Who made Paris so chaotic, with theft and robbery everywhere, I've had enough."

"So, where did the gun come from?"

"The gun? I asked someone to buy it from me on the black market when I was in Vienna." Ayesha had already thought of a backup plan. "It's called the Felidinian Auction House. Yes, that's the name."

Casper laughed, and his men followed suit: "This is the most commonly used pistol during the American Civil War. It is very different from European pistols. Although it takes a full ten minutes to load bullets and gunpowder, it can fire six rounds in a short period of time."

Ayesha didn't know what this meant: "I know, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing like this on the black market in Vienna. I know very well that if there is, it was purchased by the military for research." Casper was afraid that she didn't know, so he pointed out the number on the barrel, "Look here, it's engraved with the World Expo number."

Ayesha:.
"This is a gun that the United States exhibited at the World Expo. Think about it carefully. Since the gun has a number, will the bullet also have one?" Casper put the gun away and joked with his men, "It seems that we not only caught the assassin, but also helped the Paris police solve the case of the theft of the exhibit. We are so lucky."

The hearty laughter of the two made Ayesha understand a fact.

No matter how she tried to explain herself, the whole thing would be blamed on her, which was obviously unfair because she had been following the instructions of the man named Tisza Kalman from the beginning to the end.

But she still wanted to wait a little longer. Perhaps as long as she refused to admit it and insisted that she just wanted to leave and had no other ideas, Franz might spare her life for the sake of Morasso and Marianna.

As for the origin of the gun
She didn't expect that this was an exhibit gun, so the excuse of "black market purchase" was no longer valid. There was no other way but to overturn the previous statement and say that it was picked up from the ground. Just like Casper said just now, the confession made in the carriage was useless, and it was useless if only the two of them heard it. It had to be made in a designated place for everyone to hear it.

While she was still thinking about how to modify her testimony to make herself justified, Casper, who was sitting next to her, was arranging other tasks nonchalantly: "Have our people started to take action?"

"Well, the plan has already started."

"What about Hungary? Has the telegram been sent?"

"Almost. Hungary will know tomorrow morning."

Casper looked down at his leather boots, lost in thought: "What we need most now is her testimony."

"Don't worry about that. It's all been compiled."

"Calculate the time carefully, don't give it too quickly." Casper checked the time, "Send it to His Majesty the Emperor in two hours, so as not to arouse suspicion."

"I know."

Aisha stared at the two men in front of her with wide eyes, she couldn't believe her ears. Because her hands and feet were tied, she could only put her feet together and stare at the ground to let them know that she was still resisting: "What do you mean? What do you mean it's already been compiled???"

Casper didn't want to waste time talking and was too lazy to use his gun. He just patted her thigh and warned her: "Ms. Ayesha, you have to understand the current situation. Your life or death is not that important to us. Please be quiet. However, if you can cooperate with us, answer questions correctly, and don't lie and waste time, you may still have a chance to survive."

Ayesha had never seen such a "direct" way of doing things. The guilt or innocence had already been decided long ago, without having to go through her mouth at all.

But she was just dumb, not a fool. Even if she was a fool, she was a courageous fool. So after her three views were refreshed, she quickly adjusted her response strategy and became very obedient: "Okay, I admit that I fired the gun."

"Where did you get the gun?"

"Given by a Hungarian named Tisza Kalman."

"Have you met him?"

"I met him twice. He was a not very tall man with a very thick beard." Ayesha recalled the man's appearance. "He wrote and spoke in Hungarian, but I didn't know where he lived. He was the one who contacted me when he had something to do."

"Where is the letter? Where is it?"

"It's all burned."

"Where is the bomb?" Casper asked again.

"Wait! The bomb has nothing to do with me!" Ayesha panicked, fearing that the other party would put the bomb on her head as well. She quickly shook her head and said, "I was only responsible for shooting and running away. The man told me at the time that the people at the scene were all people who wanted to see what the Emperor and the Queen looked like. As long as we prepared a carriage in advance, we could easily escape."

"You really didn't plant the bomb?"

"No, of course not! It's someone else!" Ayesha was a little excited. "Who is it?"

"."

"Don't waste everyone's time."

"Okay, okay. It's the man you planted next to Princess Mathilde. He is also Hungarian." Ayesha continued, "Kalman said that he would give us benefits later and write off all the previous scandals. He also specifically told me that as long as I escape to a deserted place and hide for half a year, he would take me back to Hungary to be the abbot of the monastery after the storm has passed!!!"

Casper looked at his men and continued to ask, "Didn't he say anything like he wanted to meet up with you?"

"No."

With her understanding of the world, Ayesha may not understand the impact of this incident and think that she can still get away with it as Casper said. Unfortunately, no assassin in the world can get a good ending after being arrested.

"Did you hit anyone with those three shots?" Casper suddenly asked.

Ayesha was about to shake her head, but suddenly nodded: "The last two shots were too chaotic, I didn't have time to aim, but the first shot should have hit. It was also a thin old man in black clothes, standing next to Franz."

".OK."

Ayesha said everything she should and shouldn't have said in one breath. When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that the two had not written down the conversation just now, as if what she said now was not important: "Are you going to use the previous confession? Hey, speak up! Don't play tricks on me, I've cooperated so well, you have to let me live!"

Casper didn't say anything else, just stared out the window in a daze, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The carriage soon reached the temporary hut amidst the bumps. Two hours later, a carefully crafted confession of the murderer was delivered to Franz. The assassination and the Paris theft were solved at an extremely fast speed. The two murderers died and the other was imprisoned. The mastermind escaped. Except for their special identities that still needed to be investigated, it seemed that the matter had come to an end.

As for Count Morasso, Marianne and Princess Mathilde who were related to the two, they were quickly cleared of any connection.

After all, one was an old friend of Franz who grew up with him and a key figure in turning the tide of the Austro-Prussian War. One was the younger sister of Queen Elizabeth, and the last was the third cousin who never meddles in politics. No matter how much the media talks nonsense, they can't drag the three of them into the water. Instead, many reporters secretly portrayed them as victims based on the sporadic clues exposed and through later integration and processing.

What no one expected was that Franz and Elizabeth did not give up their plans to attend the ball three days later, nor did they choose to leave Paris directly. They attended the grand ball held at the Tuileries Palace in a high-profile manner, and attended with the royal families of various countries including Emperor Nazianzu III and Alexander II.

When Na San needed face the most, Franz gave him enough face. This move undoubtedly deepened the relationship between France and Austria.

But even though the Austrian Emperor and Empress did not mention the incident again, the three shots fired at Franz still extinguished part of the brilliant light created by the World Expo. After the ball, the amiable Emperor Nasan seemed fine on the surface, but was extremely angry in private.

The target of his anger was, of course, Henri de Morny, who was still acting as the police chief: "Henri, do you think this is the Paris I want? Is this the world metropolis you promised me? Haussmann spent more than ten years renovating it, and it looks shiny on the surface, but when you peel it off, it's all black inside!!!"

Henry has been so busy these days that he hardly ever goes home, and even his belly has shrunk. Now, listening to the lecture, he feels full of bitterness, but he has nowhere to vent it, which makes him feel really aggrieved.

But facing the sixty-year-old emperor, he didn't dare to talk back and could only stand there silently.

Seeing that he didn't react, Na San knew that the time was not right yet: "You have been the acting director for half a year, but you have not achieved any decent results. If you continue like this, I don't think you will be able to keep your position as acting director."

This was an important switch to activate Henry. It seemed that as long as it was related to his position, Henry could burst out with great energy: "Your Majesty, I am not shirking my responsibility. It is really because those Hungarian guys were too vicious. They had made a plan long ago, first stealing weapons and explosives from the military exhibition hall, and then finding someone to assassinate. I didn't get any intelligence in advance, so I neglected it."

He knew he shouldn't say that the moment he opened his mouth, but the words came out and he couldn't help but let them out, and his tone kept getting lower and lower. When he reached the word "negligence", his voice simply disappeared.

In his opinion, it was not negligence at all, but a complete surprise. Who could have thought that the man the princess wanted to marry would pick up a bomb and die with him? Who could have thought that the Austrian general's maid would pick up a pistol and shoot the emperor without hesitation.

He had already thought about being scolded, and then going home to write a resignation report overnight and prepare to retire early. However, after hearing this, Na San's tone softened a little: "Is this your reason?"

Henry held his hat tightly with his arm, and remained slightly bent, with his head slightly lowered looking at a corner. He did not dare to look directly at Na San because he was not sure of his approach.

It was not until he heard these words that he finally understood: "I know, it's useless to mention these things now, the actual actions speak for themselves. In the past three days, I sent people to conduct investigations throughout Paris, and indeed I caught a lot of people, including several Poles."

"Poles?" Na San became alert. "Coming for Alexander II?"

"That's right!" Henry handed over the report and the pistol. "After the interrogation, we found out that he was planning to take advantage of today's busy day to imitate the assassination at the train station and ambush the Tsar on the road."

"hateful!!!"

It was not easy for the Tsar to come to Paris. Napoleon III's uncle, Napoleon, hated Russia for destroying Moscow. Perhaps there are many secrets unknown to the world, but no matter what, today is the day when France and Russia put aside their past grievances and reconcile.

If the Poles succeeded, coupled with the previous assassination of the Austrian emperor and Prussia's hostility, France would be in real danger.

Na San was so angry that his liver and waist began to ache. He couldn't help but sit down and use the armrest to support the painful area. "Is this all you want to report? Nothing else?"

"No, there is more!" Henry offered his other suggestions. "I think we need to strengthen the 'free' atmosphere. We must immediately arrest those 'crazy people' who are wantonly debauched in public places. At the same time, we should restrict the scope of private exhibitions for those artists who call themselves 'rebellious'. For example, we can only plan to hold private exhibitions in the Forum de Mars. What do you think?"

Na San was a little hesitant, but he felt uncomfortable when he thought about the bad guys mixed in.

Therefore, when the empire took off its almost completely free face, the true face of the police state was once again revealed to everyone. This undoubtedly cast a shadow on the World Expo, which should have been celebrated.

During this period, newspapers were filled with various political conspiracies and groundless speculations, and conspiracy theories emerged frequently.

However, there is a place in the whole city of Paris that has completely drawn a line in the sand from politics. It is so clean that it seems to have been baptized by holy water for centuries. From the evening of the 19th to the morning of the 27th, the Dieu Palace Hospital launched several operations in succession, and Cavi frequently took part in them, each one more exciting than the last.

Perhaps someone did it on purpose. This surgery that overturned the limits of traditional medicine once again won a lot of attention. No matter how gloomy the environment was, the media had to choose to let it go under the impact of Cavi.