The paper bag brought by the maid was not big, and it looked very clean outside, without markings or signs. There was only a thin rope made of a ponytail mane wrapped around the opening, and then sealed with red wax. At first glance, the paper bag was with the manor kitchen.

The paper bags used to buy groceries are similar, but the color is somewhat different.

The old housekeeper was in charge of daily purchasing at home and received many paper bags, but now he could only be stunned at the entrance of the stairs, not daring to go forward or pick up, and not knowing what to do.

The audience was silent until he finally couldn't help but ask: "Where is inside?"

"I, I don't know either."

"You open it and take a look."

"This is not suitable." The maid was very nervous, and she trembled slightly while holding the paper bag, and then took two more steps: "Mr. Butler, you'd better come."

"Me? I'll do it."

The housekeeper stared at the paper bag close to him, not sure whether it was a good answer or not. At this time, Werte, who was staying in the crowd, stood up and strode forward and asked, "Where is the postman who came to deliver goods?

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"It's still at the door, we didn't let him go."

Witt glanced at his two colleagues, squeezed over the butler, took the bag one by one. Unzipped the string and opened it. A cold hand was lying quietly inside. Because the weather had warmed up at the end of April, in order to prevent it.

The paper bag was wet and broken, and the other party even applied some grease on the bottom.

"TMD! Take me to see him!"

Witt threw the bag to the butler and ran out of the basement with his colleagues and maids.

The old butler dared not take a closer look. He was so scared that he screamed twice as soon as he took over. He hurriedly returned to the crowd and handed the bag to the forensics and surgeons. Muzier successfully took the paper bag and slowly took out the cold one.

Right hand: "Everyone comes and take a look."

"This incision seems to be using an ordinary scalpel."

"But the flesh is a little rosy, not as white as before."

“There is a big difference in color.”

Muzier is one of the few professional forensic doctors present, and his vision of looking at the corpse is more tricky: "The blade edge is very flat, the entire section looks smooth, and there is no trace of dragging back and forth. There is slight wear and fragmentation on the edge of the bone.

The sign should be a cheap bone saw.”

"Only these can be seen?"

"Wait." Muzier frowned and suddenly asked behind him, "Mr. Butler, how tall is Mr. Albert?"

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"Mr. Butler???"

"Where are people?"

At this time, in the study on the third floor of the manor, Marshal Ludwig was sitting alone at the table in a daze.

He was originally the commander-in-chief of Venice, the last territory occupied by Austria, and was over 60 years old and had several old injuries on his body. He originally wanted to enjoy a peaceful time in Venice and wait a few more years

You can retire and enjoy your old age.

Who knew that a promotion order and transfer order brought him back to Vienna.

It was already very uncomfortable to be separated from his wife, but now his son is gone, Ludwig's mood has fallen to the bottom: "Your Majesty, I think I am not suitable to be a Field Marshal now."

Franz didn't expect such a change, so he could only explain: "Albert must have gone to another place to play, it's okay."

"It's been five full days."

Ludwig knew his son very well. Although he was a little playful, he was also an officer. He was much more excited than his old man in the face of war: "I'll tell you straight, he told me this time

I came here just to go to the front line to earn military merits. It is impossible not to go home for five days, even if I was idle at home.”

Franz also knew that things were getting worse and worse, and this son, who was nearly 40 years old, was likely to die.

As for who is making trouble, he can only leave it to the police and intelligence organizations to investigate. All he has to do now is to stabilize the old marshal: "Marrior, you have extremely abundant combat experience in fighting along the way. Now the Empire and Prussia are invincible.

, it can't be without you."

Ludwig has a prominent reputation and is loved by his subordinates. The young ones do not have his prestige, and the older ones may not be able to withstand the frontline battles. It is normal for him to be appointed commander-in-chief of the entire army at this moment.

It's just a matter of fact.

The old marshal knew that there was no one in the army who was more reliable than himself: "My only sustenance now is to find my son, but no matter how I look at it, I am afraid that things have already happened."

"Marson, if Albert really had an accident, it was most likely that the Prussians did it."

Franz knew that it would be useless to persist, so he simply changed his strategy and turned hope into despair, igniting the old man's fire of revenge: "The number of Pu'Ao troops is not equal, and the training quality is one level worse, so they can only rely on this kind of thing.

Despicable ways to interfere with the coming war.”

"I'm already a useless old man. I'm fine for me, so why bother to go for my son?"

"You are the spiritual pillar of the entire army."

"That's not what my waist says." After saying that, he moved his pg gently and changed himself to a more comfortable sitting position. "Just like my body now, I have long lost the sharpness of the past."

"What is received is a more calm judgment and wise front-line deployment." Franz quickly flattered, "Modern warfare no longer requires generals to rush to the front line to fight, but stay at the command center to dispatch troops and generals.

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Seeing that the king did not give him a chance to resign, Ludwig could only continue to focus on his son: "Your Majesty, you must find my son."

"Sure!" Franz sat on the sofa and took a sip of tea. "I have handed over this matter to the Vienna Police Station to investigate, and the Intelligence Bureau will also help. With these professionals, I think it will be soon

There will be news about Albert.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a knock on the door sounded: "Master, it's me."

"Enter."

The housekeeper's face turned pale, and he suppressed his slightly trembling hands and opened the door: "Master, Your Majesty the King is here too."

"Who doctors have a conclusion?"

"They said, that piece is indeed human flesh."

"It's really human flesh."

Ludwig had a bad premonition, but after hearing the conclusion, his head still couldn't help but be confused. He pressed his fingers hard on his forehead, forcing himself to stay awake: "From their perspective, it would be

Is Albert's?"

The butler shook his head: "This, it seems that he didn't say it."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Ludwig was a little anxious. "You have to figure out the situation. 'Is it Albert's' the key point now!"

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"You might as well ask!!!"

"But." The housekeeper licked his dry lips and said, "But just now a postman sent another package, which was still the same bag and string, which was placed inside,"

"What are you put?"

"Yes, it's a hand."

Ludwig was a little broken, and it was hard to believe that there would be such a crazy guy in this world: "Do you want to cut him into pieces, cut him into pieces, and then send someone home?"

At this moment, the old marshal's heart hurt even more than the back of his back that had been enduring for many years. He had tears in his eyes and there was a clear choking in his words.

"The two sheriffs, Derio and Witt, have already questioned the postman, and they should be able to find some clues."

Ludwig wiped his face with his hands, wiped away the tears that had fallen, and stood up with his back pain: "Take me to see."

Just as the two were about to walk out of the study, they ran into Muzier and Kavi who had just gone upstairs: "Hisser Marshal, His Majesty the King, I am the forensic doctor of the Vienna Police Station, responsible for the investigation of the remains of this bizarre disappearance case.

He is Kavi, yes.”

"Doctor Kavey, we're meeting again."

Franz finally felt better when he saw him, and wanted to help recommend him to Ludwig. But the old marshal seemed to have heard of his name long ago: "The youngest surgeon among military doctors, was in the Military and Political Department last time

I've seen it, so I'd better tell you your conclusion."

Ludwig was very nervous, Muzier dared not neglect and said directly: "Three days ago, the piece of meat was human flesh, but we really can't make a conclusion whether it was Mr. Albert. Now we can only use the skin and hair.

It was obvious that he should be a man with damage to the inner skin of his thighs and strong muscles. He often rode a horse during his lifetime."

“Albert really likes riding horses.”

Franz defended: "No, there are many people who like to ride horses, and this alone cannot be proven."

"How many men can ride horses in Austria and I have a relationship with you? Who else is there except Albert?"

"Where is that hand? I heard from the butler that someone sent another hand." Franz asked.

Muzier came here for this hand: "I would like to ask Mr. Albert's height before explaining this hand."

“1 m 8.”

"Does he still practice ordnance operations?"

"He is a soldier, and these exercises are necessary."

"Since that's the case, the hand is definitely not his." Muzier said, "From the appearance, this right hand is smaller than that of an ordinary man, with fair skin and no calluses in his fingertips. Our preliminary judgment is that the right hand should
To be continued...