170. The woman on the street of Hoinz

On May 5, it had been six hours since Giustina's surgery. In front of the French Embassy in Austria, Edward sent away several VIPs from tonight's banquet and turned back to his room to change his clothes.

He removed many unnecessary accessories, such as bow tie, cane, high-end silk handkerchief and high-end high hat. His clothes were replaced with a combination of coats and shirts similar to ordinary people. His pants were not as eye-catching as before. He only chose an old breeches and a pair of second-hand short boots bought from a street stall.

Anyway, there is only one principle, everything is simple, so that we can hide our eyes and ears.

The clerk also made some changes, turning the two from superior-level relationships to ordinary friends on the streets. They sneaked out of the embassy through the back door, and did not rush to call a taxi, but walked another block and a half to the south, then got on a carriage and drove southeast.

The goal is the most famous Hoinz Street.

At night, Hoinz Street is pitch black, and occasionally the lights are serving various violence and sensory stimulation. If fighting is the main means of communication after filling with alcohol, then women are an important catalyst for this communication. Coupled with all kinds of exciting seasonings, the street is full of a different attraction.

And during the day, the darkness dissipated, and the businessmen who stayed in their doors at night took to the streets again, and the hawking sounds that opened their throats began to echo in everyone's ears.

There is no elegance of the ring road here, let alone being protected by the so-called laws and police. It only has the scheming and courage to survive without any effort.

To be honest, based on the property they might have carried on them, Viter has reason to believe that Edward and his close clerk were likely to have been slaughtered. As for the body, not far north is the Danube River. The ice and snow melt in spring, and once the two entered the water, they would soon be washed downstream without realizing it.

This is an ordinary aftermath in Hoinz Street, and no one can control it.

But now because the victims have changed, the police station's attitude has to change as well.

Witt was woken up by two reporters from the embassy early in the morning. He said that Ambassador Edward and Register Pramont could not be found, and he was directly promoted to the level of diplomacy. When asked where the two went in the evening, they only said that they invited someone to have a sumptuous dinner together, and then there was nothing. All the questions that followed were just one question and three questions.

It was not until Witt said he wanted to take someone to thoroughly inspect the embassy that they vaguely revealed a clue: the woman on the street of Hoinz.

Diplomatic ambassadors are also men and have needs. It is even more illegal to go to Hoinz Street. But since you go, you have to take the risk of going there. There are all kinds of dragons and snakes in that place, and there are all kinds of people. The gangsters don’t know about ambassadors and clerks. They only have money in their eyes.

Witt didn't wake up, but his thoughts were clear.

The person disappeared, and the police were looking for the last person to see them. From the perspective of time, it was the dinner. Unfortunately, the two reporters only knew who they came because of their identity, but neither of them attended.

After getting the list, Vette could not find Alphons and could only lock in Kavi first. He sent someone to Hoinz Street to find out the news, and went to the Municipal General Hospital to inquire about the situation first.

Who made the Municipal General Hospital closest to the police station except Rochesshuat Restaurant?

However, in fact, everyone who had dinner got on the car and left the embassy together. At the time, everyone in Kavey had testified, Alphons also had his own restaurant staff, and Edinson and Carl on the other side were even less likely to return.

Witt walked on the streets of Hoinz and didn't understand what Kawi meant: "Why? Are you so sure?"

"There are only two reasons to go back secretly, to have fun together, or to take revenge. In fact, Teacher Edinson and Ambassador Edward are just small conflicts. It is impossible to continue playing and not to reach the level of revenge, let alone a Minister Carl sitting next to him."

Kawei explained and looked around: "It's so messy here in the morning."

"After all, there are people around, and the vendors have to squeeze in here."

"It's not just a squeeze."

Suddenly, Kawei and Vette tightened their waist and legs almost at the same time, stopped urgently, and with the sound of rumbling liquid pouring in mid-air, everyone on the street stepped back. In an instant, screams were everywhere, and curses and insults also pointed at the residents upstairs together.

The curses were pushed to the top with the dust and stench. Several unlucky guys who were covered in shit and pee were angry, so they picked up the guys around them and broke into the door.

Soon, a full martial arts craft was performed in front of Witter.

Fists and feet are obviously not enough, and the finger tiger, stick and dagger you carry with you are the main force.

"Let's go, there's nothing good to look at." Vitt pulled Kavey to the back street. "Don't be surprised, as long as there is no gun here, we will pretend that we didn't see it. Sometimes we even encourage them to do this, sharing a lot of work for us."

"Forehead"

In fact, this farce was settled in the blink of an eye, and the turmoil caused was not even as good as the curse of hawkers competing for hawking and carriage drivers. In such a beautiful and elegant Vienna, it is estimated that only the Hoinz neighborhood has such a medieval style.

The two patrol officers who came to explore the wind were very punctual. Witt and Kawei stayed at the meeting place for more than ten minutes before waiting for news about the two.

"The carriage leaves from south to north from Hoinz Street?"

"Yeah, probably."

Witt was a little angry: "What should it mean?"

"The lights are too dark at night and I can't see clearly." The patrolman had no choice. Finding someone has always been their problem. "And they are all far away, so they can only barely recognize the appearance of the clerk. He is tall and thin, with long curly hair, wearing very decent clothes, and is very generous."

"Which family are they going to?" Witt asked, looking at the dark alley in the corner.

"Go in and turn right No. 8."

Weite nodded and ordered, "This matter must be reported as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll go back to see the director now."

"You really have to go to the director, at least let him know about this. But it's not enough. Time is urgent, so you two act separately." Witt said, "One of you goes back to the police station, and after you find the director, you go to Roshshuat's restaurant to ask Chef Alphons. The other goes to find Minister Carl directly, or go directly to the Military and Political Department to explain the situation."

Witt's handling was very appropriate. At least in terms of attitude, the Vienna Police Station was placed in the right position. As for whether the two were killed or were just tired of playing, let's leave it to the leaders above to make a decision.

After the patrolman left, Witt wanted to take Kawei into the alley.

"I'm not a policeman, why am I going to that place?" Kavey shook his head.

Witt was puzzled: "Why are you here to follow?"

"I'm going to go to Niujiao Street in front." Kawei pointed to the intersection not far away, "My patient's store is open there."

Witt didn't say much, just sighed and turned around and plunged into the dark alley.

The processing of meat in the 19th century was still in the transition period between primitive and modern times. Large farms outside the city had begun to take shape, while the city was still a retail empire for slaughterhouses. The two were both cooperative relationships and were also competing for each other for territory.

Fernan is a very famous butcher on Niujiao Street. He runs his own slaughterhouse and provides many merchants with the freshest meat.

Every weekend, when the slaughterhouse purchases a large amount of goods, the Kaves had not arrived yet, but they could already hear the excitement of the livestock. However, when he really stepped on the streets of Niuzu Street, he could truly realize how dirty it was.

The soft mud under my feet, because the blood clots that were covered with livestock all year round have turned dark red, and the strange smell of fat carrion and blood are everywhere.

If you accidentally encounter some carriages on the road while walking, the splashing mud can ruin all your good mood in the day.

Kavi asked while walking and found Fernan's butcher shop.

"Boss? The boss is not here." A young man skillfully lifted a lamb leg in a black leather skirt, raised his machete and slashed it into several segments. "I came here at noon yesterday and went home after delivering the goods to several old customers in the restaurant."

"When is he usually coming?" Kawei kept swaying the buzzing flies around him with his hands, "I want to see him."

"I don't know this." The young man just sells meat. "Since he had a gravel surgery, the boss hasn't come to the store very much. It's not sure when he comes, but he will come to check the accounts from time to time, and I don't know the specific time."

"Do you have his address?" The surrounding environment is in Kawei's eyes. It is very difficult to grow the incision in this condition. "I am his surgeon."

The young man was stunned and looked at Kawei up and down. He seemed to have never seen a doctor who came to such a ghost place to see a doctor: "Since the boss's wife left, he sold his original house and moved it back to the store. But he has never seen anyone recently and he doesn't know where he has gone."

Kavi was a little disappointed, and this trip was in vain.

"Is there anything else I want to ask?" the young man worked hard to cut the meat, "If it's gone, don't delay my business."

"It's gone." Kawei looked at the stuff that was put on the meat stall and suddenly said, "But I want to buy something before I leave."

Just as the young man was about to give the order to expel the guest, he lifted the machete in the air and suddenly braked the car: "Buy something? Do you want to buy meat? This is the best beef and mutton in Vienna. Although there is little pork, it is also a fine product. We are also responsible for handling chicken and duck meat, whether it is sliced ​​and chopped."

"I want to buy some waist." Kavi was not interested in meat, "fresh waist that I just cut off."

"kidney???"

On the other side, Witt turned into the alley and arrived at the destination not long after, and knocked on the door.

With his work experience, most of the dark restaurants in this area have to sell him a little bit of face. However, perhaps because of his new arrival, he just opened the door and sweared out his arms and pushed Vette several meters away.

"It's early in the morning, no customers are accepted!"

"I'm Witt, looking for your boss's wife." Seeing his fierce look on his face, Witt thought of the difficult case he was going to do, and thought that it would be better to have less than more things. "Forget it, let Claire come out, I'll wait for her here."

"What Witt Carter is, I don't know him, and I want the boss lady to come out."

The man in the door stuck his head out and looked around. He was about to close the door, but he was punched hard on his face, and his neck hit the door, and fell to Witt in pain: "Where is the naughty green from here? Why can't he figure out the situation until now?"

Witt threw his fat body into the door, and he didn't forget to take a look at the license plate at the door. After confirming that it was No. 8, he walked into the house and closed the door.

The doorkeeper was ignorant, and Claire, as the boss, naturally apologized and explained. She was busy all night, and she was still wearing loose pajamas and her hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she was quite tired: "Inspector Witt, please calm down, just a newcomer."

"This is a big deal, and our subordinates just came to ask, can you calm down?"

"Oh my detachment master, it's not the first time you've been here in this broken place, how can you restrain yourself? Besides, they are both wearing police uniforms, you're not wearing them." Claire lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the counter and shook half a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass of it, "Do you want to come?"

"No need," Witt asked, "Those two of them were the ladies you called last night, right?"

"Yes, it's Ambassador Edward and the clerk he accompanied." Claire told the truth directly, "I greeted him in advance and called us here. Hiss. What are the names of those two girls? Why can't I remember it all at once?"

"Alansha and Renee." The man who was keeping the books beside him interrupted.

"Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory." Claire was a little happy, but also a little disappointed. "Alansha and Renee are gentle and considerate, with good figures. They are so good girls. They earned me a full 300 crowns in one night, but alas. But as soon as the sun came out, people were gone."

The name of a person matches the identity, and even the name of a girl who was not very important was also available.

Following the carriage route I got asked, after Edward picked up the girl on Hoinz Street, he would go north along the Danube to an unknown small hotel for fun. If the boss lady said correctly, the next stop would have to go to this hotel to find out the whole story.

"Hotel? Is it the hotel they were going to?" Claire yawned, smiled bitterly, and said, "No need to go, I also owned it there. Before dawn, the store manager found me."

"Look for you?"

"Yes, the French big customer who had agreed to have not appeared, wouldn't he have to come to me?" Claire spitted out a mouthful of smoke. "Or how could the French Embassy know that his ambassador was missing."
Chapter completed!