Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 7 I Can't Take It Anymore
In the rain, Rhodes and John found Paul lying in the puddle.

"Paul!" John grabbed Paul by the shoulders and pulled his face out of the puddle.

Although he said harsh words, he still didn't want his subordinates to have accidents unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, his performance would be deducted if his subordinates died.

"Sir, sir. I just fell and made you worry." Paul showed a naive smile on his filthy face.

John's expression changed, and he gave Paul a disgusted look.

"Hey, sir is still the tough-mouthed and soft-hearted sir." Paul stood up slowly, but halfway through the stand, his left leg subconsciously knelt down.

Pfft!
Paul's fat body was half kneeling on the ground.

"Paul?"

John frowned. He looked at Paul who was kneeling on the ground. What kind of tricks is this fat man doing?
"No, I'm fine, sir, but I can't exert any force on my leg, it seems to be sprained." Paul shook his head, supported his other leg, and tried to stand up.

Rhodes stood aside, a faint smell of blood came to his nose.

During the week of working in the slaughterhouse, his sensitivity to the smell of blood increased a lot.

He looked down at Paul, at what appeared to be a gash in his inner thigh.

Was it cut by something?

Pfft!
Paul's attempt was unsuccessful, and he fell to his knees again.

"What's going on!?" John asked dissatisfied. The rain is so fast that the body is likely to be washed away again.

"Sir, I can't use my legs." Paul paled, paused for a moment, and said tremblingly, "It seems...as if something is wriggling in my legs, I can feel it."

John frowned and remained silent.

Rhodes stepped forward, squatted down, and brought the kerosene lamp closer.

He glanced at the gap on the inside of Paul's left leg, which was two fingers wide.

He narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hands in black leather gloves, pinched the sides of the wound and separated it outwards. Inside the wound, something seemed to be wriggling.

Rhodes thought of the parasite on the corpse he saw before.

The parasites in the Thames River were washed to the river bank by the rain, and took advantage of Paul's fall to get into Paul's inner thigh muscles?

Rhodes made an assumption in his heart.

He stood up and glanced at John.

"Investigator John, your sheriff is likely to be parasitized by some unknown worm, and something is squirming in his wound." Rhode gave his own judgment.

John remained silent. After thinking for a minute, he glanced at Paul's pale face and said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the slaughterhouse first."

"it is good."

Rhodes and John supported Paul from left to right, and the two walked back to the slaughterhouse.

"what!"

Pig-killing howls sounded in the director's office.

A group of workers in the slaughterhouse sat in the field, smoking and chatting relaxedly. After hearing the cry, they looked at each other in dismay and looked at the dimly lit office in the distance.

They didn't know what happened there, they only knew that the head of the small field who had just left came back with the two of them, and when he came back, he stayed in the office.

Inside the office.

Rhodes simply helped Paul deal with it, and tied the quadriceps muscle of Paul's left leg with a thin rope to prevent the worms from drilling in his left leg.

This was John's request. He was going to wait for the rain to lighten before taking Paul back to the hospital in the neighborhood.

But the worm in Paul's left leg was not under John's control, and it was wriggling wretchedly in Paul's left leg at the moment.

"No! It's so uncomfortable! I can't take it anymore, Sir John! Please, please help me amputate this leg!!!" Lying on the sofa, the veins on Paul's forehead were already protruding. The whole face was distorted, with tears and snot all over his face.

He wailed, it seemed that for him now, the lack of a leg was more bearable than enduring the torment of carrion.

John frowned, dissatisfied on his face.

He is hesitating.

Whether to amputate Paul's leg and make him a disabled person to enjoy disability insurance for life, or let Paul die of pain.

That's right, let Paul die in pain.

If Paul dies, his performance this year will be gone, and at the same time, he will need to pay a one-time family comfort payment of about 10 crowns.

If Paul is permanently disabled, his performance this year will also be lost, but he needs to pay an alimony of 2 crowns every year, which will be deducted from his salary.

But the problem is that sawing off the leg may not necessarily survive.

In the face of personal interests, a dead person is just a dead person to John. The key is how to maximize his own interests.

Rhodes stood aside, silent, this matter has nothing to do with him for the time being, he will not intervene.

He walked to the desk beside him and took out the 1200 crowns he received today from the pocket of the medicine box.

At the same time, he took out a bill and turned to the page of the most recent record, where it was clearly stated that the cost of 1200 kroner was used for extra meals for workers today.

Putting two of the banknotes into his wallet, Rhodes stuffed the remaining 2 crowns into the hands of Will who was standing aside, and said in a low voice: "You take the money first, and I will send these two away later, so I will give it to you." Let's eat extra."

"Okay, little boss."

Out of the corner of John's eye, he caught sight of the money Rhodes handed to Will.

His eyes lit up, but they dimmed again at the thought that this slaughterhouse belonged to Robert.

John lowered his head and looked at his leather shoes soaked in cow dung and sewage. Thinking of the ugly old fat face of his rich girlfriend, he looked up again at Rhode's young and overly youthful face.

He is so young, he probably doesn't know much about the twists and turns, he doesn't have much experience, right?

In addition to being handsome, his face also looks quite honest. If he cheats on him, he shouldn't be retaliated by Robert, right?
According to his character, he might also thank himself for helping his grandson grow up once.

John is doing a psychological construction for himself based entirely on luck.

He is extremely short of money now, so he can only gamble.

John's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice, "Rhode, help me remove the rope from Paul's leg."

Rhodes narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at John.

His eyes flickered.

"Sorry, Investigator John, can you repeat what you just said? I didn't catch it."

"I fucking told you to take the rope off his leg! Didn't you hear that!?" John blushed and yelled suddenly, trying to drive the young man out of his mind with a show of rage.

Rhodes raised his eyebrows. Although John was very angry, no angry light ball appeared on his body, which showed that he was definitely pretending.

Since he was faking it, then he wouldn't have gone into cow shit, but why did he suddenly go crazy?

Rhodes decided to try it out.

"Are you sure? After removing the rope, the parasite on his left leg may penetrate into his abdominal cavity, killing him completely?" Rhodes said indifferently.

"He also died in your slaughterhouse, it's your responsibility!" John had an inexplicable smile on his face.

Rhodes also smiled.

This idiot.

Instead, he thought of a good way to kick the ball to himself.

If Paul died, he died in the slaughterhouse, and their slaughterhouse would definitely take the blame. If they didn't want Paul to die, they had to saw Paul's legs.

Whoever does it, in case of an accident, will be responsible.

He wanted to irritate himself and force himself to do it.

If you don't save it, you will die, but if you save it, you may not be able to live.

Of course, all of this follows his logic.

John looked at Rhodes with dim eyes.

young people,
Be angry!Be angry! !Be angry! ! !

(End of this chapter)