Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 57. 55. Hexagonal Scum

Rats are the nightmare of the whole of Europe, but the European residents at this time do not know about it, and they are still happy to find an entertainment in their spare time.

There's nothing quite like watching a hound tear apart rats, or, if anything, crush them to a pulp with the soles of their feet.

Seeing the black rats fleeing around in the wooden fence, listening to the puffing sound of the bursts of meat, or listening to their screams, everyone on the sidelines will be crazy .

Except Carvey.

He thought that the human-mouse battle would be some interesting event, but he didn't expect a massacre competition based on time as the criterion for victory.And this kind of massacre has no technical content, it depends entirely on a stimulus.

Mice, the dirtiest animals, splatter blood and flesh will spread the pathogenic bacteria in their bodies everywhere. There were no antibiotics in the 19th century, and it would be very troublesome once it was recruited.

Kavey paid great attention to his daily life and brought all his old habits over.

He only drinks boiled water. Washing hands with alkaline soap is his favorite thing to do. From time to time, he will wrap his mouth and nose with a cloth towel.When encountering 100 rats that were about to be bitten off in such a small environment, Carvey chose to escape.

After fleeing the tavern, he even felt a little regretful.

This entertaining game also made Carvey feel for the first time how difficult it is to live in the 19th century. It's good not to get sick.

It had been a week since the time travel, maybe it was too smooth, so I was not cautious enough.If it hadn't been for the cold weather in March, he might have been bitten several times by the fleas in the basement, which happened to be one of the main modes of plague transmission.

Carvey stood on the side of the street, his mind was in a mess.

The first thing he thought of was where he lived.

Basinger Avenue was dirtier than a ward at City General Hospital, full of rats.Although you can't see it usually, if you put the "steel teeth" in, you might see a pile of small corpses the next day.

It is impossible for him to get a dog, and the only thing he can do is to get out of there as soon as possible.

Coupled with Alina's request, Kavey has full purpose to get rid of Mick.What I want now is a reason, and the daily bandage care of Laszlo and Moraso should be able to stop his mouth.

Whether it works or not, the only way to know is to try it.

The next thing that comes to mind is experimentation, and the upcoming oxytocin experiment also involves a large number of rodents.

He didn't care about it before, because he had already done a lot of preparation work. Thick cloth gloves and a face mask were standard equipment. If he could, he could even buy himself a pair of glasses to prevent blood splatter.

But thinking about it now, these may not be enough.

Enrollment also has to hurry up. Only by staying in school can he have the capital to experiment with peace of mind.And professors who are still reeling from the causes of infectious diseases need some advice of their own.

After two consecutive waves of pessimistic thinking, Carvey still reactively gave himself some optimistic thoughts.

Europeans still have a lot of "experience" with the Black Death, and there has been no report on WYN so far, which shows that the situation is fine.However, there are hundreds of pathogenic microorganisms in mice, so we still have to be careful.

Ma De, never come to such a ghost place again.

"Kavi? What's the matter with you?" Bergert, who was also somewhat disgusted with the basement, came out together, "What's wrong?"

It's really uncomfortable.

"Uh, no, I just want to breathe." Carvey smiled awkwardly, "I'm really bad at mice."

"Actually, I have a little too." Bergert sighed, and immediately said, "But the boxing match just now was quite interesting."

"Why do they enjoy watching these things so much?"

"Actually, it's not bad to come here." Bergert thought of an event that happened four months ago: "Mr. Hans belongs to the kind of person who doesn't care about salty and sweet things. He can stand anything as long as he likes it. Compared with the black 'boxing' matches I was brought to witness before, the taste here is much lighter."

The game ended quickly, and Gang Ya ended the battle in 5 minutes and 28 seconds, breaking through his limit again.

It brought the boss nearly 300 kroner in income, and the reward was two pieces of meat totaling less than 3 kroner.

Five well-known young men in poor clothes left the tavern dejectedly, at first glance like those drunken gamblers on the street corner.

"lost again"

"It's okay, we won the bet last time."

"That's because the weapons given by the lottery were too lucky." Hans argued, "Dual wielding machetes faced a pair of bare hands, and the place is so narrow, it's hard not to win."

"Maybe we should buy the other way around?"

"If that's the case, maybe."

Carvey didn't have time to discuss gambling routines with them. What he cared about was how to find Mick to explain the reason he needed to move after returning to No. 73.

As long as Mick has a little common sense, he should know that the nursing work of Laszlo and Morazo is definitely more important than writing the codebook in No. 73.But Mick has never played cards according to common sense. If he refuses, how should he face it.

Suddenly there was a burst of cursing in the tavern behind him.

After a while, a man was kicked out and kicked out.Then came a group of thugs with glass wine bottles and iron bars.

"Good guy, Fleury, I didn't expect to see you here. It's fine if you don't pay the money, but you still dare to come to the boxing match?" The leading thug threw away the bottle in his hand, and stepped forward to kick Kicked his feet, "You have been delaying for a whole month, I advise you to pay back the money quickly."

"I have no money."

"No money?"

The thug winked at the person behind him, took an iron rod, and smashed it directly at his knee without saying a word.Perhaps the alcohol had played a role, and the man named Fleurney had no time to hide, and received two solid sticks.

Suddenly there were screams in the street, and the calf that was curled up and hugged seemed not to be his, and the toes turned in a strange direction.

"I pulled three of your teeth last time, and now you have one leg. If you don't pay back the money, don't blame us for asking for money."

The boss in everyone's mouth didn't care about his screams at all, but just stated the rules of this street: "You should understand the rules, if the family has no money, then you have to sell your wife."

"Sell?"

"I don't need to teach you how to sell. There are many places on this street that accept people. You can figure it out yourself."

"But she, she's in the hospital."

"We don't dare to go to the hospital. There are too many dignitaries and dignitaries there, and it's not good to make trouble. But as long as you leave the hospital and go home, you can't help it."

The boss threw the stick, spit on the man, and sent a group of men back to the tavern with smirks: "Brothers, I will pay the bill today! There will be more exciting games in the middle of the night, let's continue drinking!"

The matter was seen by those five people.

Fleury was their acquaintance, except for Hans, Nora's bastard husband.

In fact, long before Carvey and Werther drove him away, this man was already famous in the hospital.After Nora was diagnosed with a narrow birth canal, Bergett and the others also met him. He was proficient in cheating, cheating, robbery, gambling, alcoholism, and domestic violence. He was simply a hexagonal scum.

Since Nora was pregnant and hospitalized, the family lost her maid's income, and Fleurney, who was used to living a carefree life, began to borrow money everywhere.

With the current ending, it is also their own fault.

What about Konola?
According to Bergett's own character and the old-time chivalry spirit of devotion inherited from his uncle, he must go up and teach them a lesson when encountering such a thing, and of course Fleurny must also teach him a lesson.

But Sarsen and Melen, who understand the gray area better, would never agree.

"It's just a bunch of rats!" Sarsen pulled Bergett's coat and persuaded him, "You are addicted to watching the game, do you want to enter by yourself?"

"Of course I want to! I want to tear them apart one by one like steel teeth!"

"Be sober!" Melen also persuaded, "If there is no wooden board around, can you kill so many mice?"

"The rich play the way the rich play, and the poor have the rules of the poor. We don't care, and we can't control it." Sarsen walked up to Bergett and pushed him back, "Hurry up, it's too late here." It's messed up and not for us."

"Yes, we have to go, go to Kawei for dinner, and you should follow soon~"

"Oh, I know."

Kavey, who was standing aside, could do nothing but lament the tragedy of Nora.

He has neither the impulsive character of Bergett nor the understanding of the bottom like Sarson and Melen.At the same time, because of his occupation, he will not stay out of the matter like Hans.After all, he was a patient who was about to go to the operating table, so he was somewhat touched.

However, these feelings are not too strong, and Carvey also knows that things cannot be changed casually.And Fleurney is really annoying enough, the kind who doesn't even bother to look at it.

Anyone who encountered such a bastard would want to go up and beat him up, which made him care more about the elder brother who beat him up.

So when Bergett and the others were still discussing whether they should go up and have a fight, Carvey found that the elder brother did not follow his men back to the tavern, but after sending everyone in, he bent over by himself dark alley.

Originally, there was not much light on the street, and it was even darker in the dark alley.

Under the faint light of the oil lamp at the entrance of the tavern, Carvey still saw two figures in the dark, one tall and one short.

Their backs were facing the street corner, and they were of a very common figure. Carvey glanced twice and was not interested in looking down.Just when he was about to leave with his companions, the tall man suddenly took half a step forward, revealing half of his face on the left side.

This is half a face that Kavey can remember for a lifetime.

Mick?

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Carvey returned home.

He was really tired these two days, he didn't sleep well last night, and he had another busy day today, this thin body really couldn't hold on.Even though he had napped for half an hour in the carriage, he was still very tired, and all he could think about was the hard, hard bed at home.

Carvey had just stepped on the stairs on the third floor when there was a creaking sound of the door opening.Following the sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor, they moved forward slowly in coordination with Kawei, and finally met at the door of 301: "You are finally back."

"Forehead"

Carvey didn't respond, took out the key and was about to open the door.

"I can wait from seven o'clock until now." 303 walked behind him, intending to follow him into the door together, "There are a lot of things today, let's hurry up."

Carvey looked uncomfortable, and shook his hands faster than a rattle: "Forget it today, I'm very tired, I have to rest."

Seeing what he said, 303 immediately took half a step forward and got stuck at the door. He smiled and tapped his forehead with his finger: "I think it's better to finish today's work as soon as possible. If Mr. Meek knows that you are so lazy, he will be angry." of."

Carvey recalled the percussion gun that was still on the old man's door before, so he could only nod helplessly: "Come in."

303 is right, there are indeed a lot of things today.

Room 102 where the dead person died was still sealed by the police station, but Rosa's case had already been settled, and within a few days after the rental sign was posted, someone came to ask for the price.Originally, 303 had already taken a fancy to two people. Sending a letter to Mick tomorrow will determine who the tenant is.

But in the evening, Mick's letter came.

"He's going to arrange for someone to come over."

"Who?"

"I don't know." 303 said, "I heard that they will move in tonight at the earliest, and tomorrow at the latest. Let the two of us keep an eye on it."

"Um, tonight? It's already 11 o'clock."

"It feels like tomorrow."

"Just look at it." Carvey nodded and asked, "And then?"

"And then, that annoying Inspector Witt came again and searched the scene again, but he didn't come to me. I guess he didn't get anything." 303 said, "I've seen the 102 sign for two days and it can be hung out."

"Well, the old price of 250 heller?"

"That's it."

Then 303 said some trivial things, and Kawei was taking notes, and then he needed to write it again according to the code book, and it was estimated that it would be finished at 2 o'clock in the morning.Fortunately, I don’t have to get up early tomorrow, and it’s okay to sleep until 9 o’clock.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and before Kavey asked, the door was easily opened by the key.

Standing at the door were two men dressed in black. The tall and thin one was Mick, while the short man on the other side was an unexpected person for Carvey.Carvey tried his best to restrain his surprised expression, but the one next to Mick was not so skilled.

"what happened?"

"He and I."

Mick looked at his eyes, a little surprised: "You know each other?"

"I met on the street last night." Carvey explained, "It seems to be at this time, at the entrance of the Roshshuart restaurant. I remember that Mr. Li Ben even reported it."

Li Ben was obviously very displeased with reporting this matter: "Each to each other."

"So it is."

Mick didn't get angry, he didn't pull out the gun to hold the opponent's forehead, and he didn't yell at him, or press him for details.He just handed over the person to Kawei and 303 like an ordinary person, and was about to leave.

Let the abnormal people become normal, which means that this Li Ben also seems to be abnormal.

But Carvey is not interested in him, he only cares about whether he can leave this ghost place: "Mr. Mick."

"I have to go back first, and I'll talk about it later."

Mick sent him to the 302 next door and was about to leave, but Carvey still pestered him: "No, Mr. Mick, this matter is very important to me."

(End of this chapter)