177. What to eat to make up for

The fried meatball soup with butter was finally removed. This time, it was not even qualified to stay on the table, which made it a pity that Witt, who wanted to taste the freshness. The replacement was a Russian beet soup that the chef thought of temporarily.

Because the embassy usually eats less vegetarian food, I can't find any other fresh vegetables after two days of closure.

Originally, some boiled fish gravy would be added to the soup to increase the flavor, but now the chef has learned his mistakes and decided to make it vegan. No matter why his marquis became like this, it would be right to remove the meat and fish anyway.

As expected, this half-baked beet soup made of Gwass [1], sorrel and beet leaves, paired with two corn carrot bread, finally received praise from the ambassador and filled his stomach.

The meal ended in a hurry, but his conversation with Witter had just begun.

"It's a slaughterhouse, Mr. Sheriff, I can't figure out why there is such a place in the elegant music capital." Edward's eyes were filled with fear. "Only by seeing it with his own eyes, I can understand how desperate I was in the moment when Pramon decided to betray me."

"Are all three of them dead?"

"Yesterday morning, the man hummed a small song as soon as he entered the door, hung the two girls upside down in front of me and Pramont, and then cut them into pieces."

The synesthesia created by memories made Edward's mouth full of meaty smell, and only a large amount of wine could filter out the strange smell: "No need to say more, that scene is even more exaggerated than the surgery performed in a barber shop in the last century."

Witt's heart trembled. Since ether anesthesia, painless surgery has become the mainstream, and it would be terrible to think about it directly.

But he didn't have more energy to care about the dead girls: "What the implication is that Pramon is not dead yet?"

"It's really not dead." Edward said calmly, "at least he wasn't dead before I was let go by that guy. Of course, if you stay alone in that kind of place, you'll probably be able to come out alive and have a collapse."

His words were filled with indifference and anger, and Witt couldn't help but realize something in his heart: Edward didn't want to save his clerk, and even wanted him to die.

In the next half hour, the French ambassador described the incident in detail. Until the Vienna Police Chief and Derio visited, he did not mention the redemption of people and saved people, nor did he mention the amount of ransom requested by the kidnappers, and even suggested from the interests that the matter was "turned into small matters and small matters".

Whenever he asked whether he needed to save someone, Edward would look at the person asking the question silently without saying a word, and finally forced others to change the subject first.

In his rhetoric, the reason why he was able to escape from the clutches was entirely because he won the final debate. The kidnappers believed in Edward more and believed that he was the clerk, while poor Pramon was more like an ambassador, so they hid Edward in the garbage dump, waiting for him to get the ransom.

These things from the parties who saw with their own eyes seem to be the whole facts, but in fact there are still many unreasonable aspects.

Why did you kill two girls but not touch the two men?

Since the two were indisputable in debating over the title of clerk, why did they still let Edward come back in the end? Could it be that they only rely on his explanation? Since this step has been taken, the two of them have tied together, so why both of them have to spend more money?

What's more, both of them were wearing ordinary outfits, and there were French-speaking people everywhere in Vienna. If they said they were from the French Embassy, ​​the other party believed it?

Another point is also what Witt, Derio and the Director care about the most. This case is too similar to the murder case of the old marshal's son.

It’s not that they are willing to think about it, they really can’t imagine that there will be two murderers in the same city at the same time. If it were the same person, since Edward could be let go for money, why didn’t he do this with Albert?

"Mr. Edward."

The director always felt that it was inappropriate to let Pramon leave it alone: ​​"I am the director of the Vienna Police Station. I have an obligation to ensure the security of the city and the personal safety of people. No matter what the conflict between you and Mr. Pramon, I still hope that you can say more details to help us determine the specific location of the house."

"That's all I know." Edward shook his glass and poured the last bit of red wine into his mouth.

"But there are too many suspicious things in your content," the director continued. "If possible, I hope you can tell all the details of the person's crime from beginning to end."

Edward shook his head and refused, "I'm tired, please come back."

"No! You are the ambassador and you have to cooperate with us in the investigation." The director insisted despite the opposition of the Foreign Minister around him, "If there is a murderous demon in Paris and we are staff members of the Austrian Embassy in France, do you want to see that we are not cooperating?"

"I've already said everything I know."

"No, not." The director took the case record book from the recorder beside him and pointed to the content inside, "We have removed some content that is unfavorable to you as you told."

This is somewhat threatening, and every word has risks, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you have to take a gamble.

Pramon, a first-class clerk, is nothing great than an ambassador, but he is not a minor official in terms of power. After the matter comes to an end, Edward can clear all Pramon's disappearance, and the police station will be the one who blames the embassy.

With the pressure given by the old marshal, the director was angry and was really about to collapse.

Edward put down his wine glass, got up and was about to return to the study, "Don't I do what you said, and you will write all the contents in?"

The director didn't reply and his face looked very bad.

"If I dare to write, I will sue you for slander!" Edward smiled and said, "I think even the Emperor is more willing to believe my words."

"It's okay, you can sue, because by then I might have gone back to my hometown to grow potatoes." The director's response was very resolute, without any compromise. "I am just a civilian, with a life of one rotten life, and I can still eat three free meals in prison. And your reputation is not so simple to repair."

If it were the case before, Edward would have taken down the duel sword on the wall and fought with the director to the death to show his courage and dignity.

But now, after passing the line of life and death, he cherishes his life more and more.

"I appreciate your attitude to work." Edward returned to his seat and asked the servant to bring a bottle of wine over, "but I don't like your attitude to talk to me."

"Sorry, Mr. Ambassador."

"It's okay, since you want to know the truth so much, I can tell it out." Edward poured wine into his cup, "But one thing you need to understand is that I really don't know where the room is. From beginning to end I was fainted before entering and exiting the door."

Things have to start yesterday morning.

At that time, the kidnapper was walking into the room wearing a leather mask. It had been seven hours since he finally saw the four people. He made up for his sleep, filled his stomach with a hearty breakfast, and prepared to start his day's work.

The work content is very simple, it is to satisfy your inner desires in the most direct way.

He was very excited to harvest two pairs of dogs and women in one night. The first thing he had to deal with was naturally the shameless girls. No matter from what perspective, it was unforgivable to do something like that with a man on the banks of the Danube at night.

It is still the same routine as before, first inject a large amount of anticoagulant, cut the carotid arteries on both sides, and then use a unique tilted wooden bed to drain the blood. This method has one advantage. After the blood flows dry, the corpse will appear particularly clean, much cleaner than when they are alive.

Praying and screaming can only be the seasoning for a series of work. No excuses or sweet words can change the fate of the two people's death.

The murderous butcher sat quietly beside the two, humming cheerful songs while enjoying the curtain call of their sinful life with the silence of gradually weakening and slowly disappearing. For him, dividing one person into 21 pieces was a sacred purification.

For Edward and Pramon, this is more terrifying than shooting each other with guns on the battlefield.

This is also why Pramon abandoned Edward and told the truth. No one was willing to die inexplicably at the hands of a lunatic. It was too frustrating to use such a livestock-like way.

The director has taken over many cases, even more experienced than Witt, who is skilled in judging cases: "How could such a lunatic let you go?"

Edward also knew that the flaws here were the biggest because the butcher had no interest in the identities of the two, and letting him go was entirely out of his own considerations. However, this consideration was beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and the reason was disgusting.

"I'm useless to him, that's all."

"Useless? The clerk is actually more useful than the French ambassador? What is the logic?"

"Now it seems that there is still some pity and sympathy." Edward recalled the man's eyes and sighed, "Do you really think the title of ambassador makes sense to him? What he wants is a simple person, and in terms of people, especially men, I really can't compare with Pramon."

???

In fact, the two debates on the ownership of the clerk stopped very early because the butcher didn't want to listen at all. All he had to do was to carry a wooden barrel to make an enema for the two of them with a wooden barrel, just wait until they were cleaned before enjoying some special parts of their bodies.

It is not difficult to judge from the humming tune that the butcher is full of expectations for this process.

"I participated in the French-Austrian War, but I left the front line after only one month," Edward said. "A bullet happened to hit me at that time. I had an emergency surgery and cut off the gao pills on one side. There was actually some problem on the other side, and the size was obviously much smaller."

"Can you really like gao jam?" Witt immediately thought of the fried meatball soup just now, no wonder he was disgusting.

"Maybe." Edward's memories came to his eyes again, "Just a few hours ago, the one I left almost disappeared. You have never seen him look at us, just like Inspector Wright's look at the bowl of soup."

food!

To that man, the man was just food in his mouth, and he was very picky: "You mean he would swallow all of this?"

"I only know that Pramon's has been cut off, and I don't know what the details will happen." Edward did not deny, "his screams are still echoing in my ears, but I can only sit in the corner with my hands tied back, and there is nothing I can do."

"Some people do eat people for various reasons, but that's a very small number."

"It's a pity that I've encountered this very few people. Not only that, he also wants to cut off Pramon." After saying this, he drew two circles on his chest with his hands, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Both Witt and the director understood the meaning of his action, but they still didn't understand it in terms of logical relationships.

"Don't ask me, I don't understand." At this time, Edward put down his wine glass and stood up. "I have finished saying everything I should say, I have finished saying what I shouldn't say, and I have finished answering what you asked. Now can I put me back to my room?"

The case here seems to have some clues. According to Edward's description, the room is likely to be located in the slaughterhouse in the city. For Witt, who often enters and leaves the market, the most familiar one is Niujiao Street in Hoinz neighborhood.

On the other side, Moraso, as the buffer zone between Franz and Edinson, is still in a state of turmoil.

In order to solve the problem of the pharmaceutical factory, he had to find the problem itself and ask for solutions.

"We want to cancel the supply qualification of the pharmaceutical factory?" Kawei was surprised when he heard this. "Aren't he going to use those new drugs?"

“It should be.”

"It's so ridiculous. Without sodium citrate, you can't get blood. Oxytocin is also a very powerful pressure booster. There are also various disinfectants, and even methylene blue is on the acquisition list."

Kavey repeatedly thought about the relationship between Edinson and Laslow, and found that there was no intersection. He quickly realized that the other party was unhappy from beginning to end: "Wait, he shouldn't be worried about that debate."

"I don't care what conflicts you have, you have to think of a solution," Moraso said, "or I can only report as he said."

Kawei did not want to have a further quarrel with Aidinson. Even if the pharmaceutical factory lacks this large order, it can make huge profits with other drugs in the future. However, the PASAC War is not just a business, but also carries a series of drugs and surgical experiments. The lack of these drugs will hinder Kawei everywhere.

Since Aidingson used the Medical Committee to suppress himself, he could use Morasso's current identity to suppress him.

"Earl, you are the general inspector now, you should have the final say." Kavey suggested.

"I have the final say?" Moraso looked at the joke and said to himself, "This is not a charge and war. I don't understand medical treatment. How do you ask me to have the final say?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Kavi pointed to himself, "I understand."
Chapter completed!