In Vienna, which is full of artistic atmosphere, the "door" is not only a shelter for the entrance and exit of the house, but also a work of art that can be stopped and admired.

Regardless of the material, carvings, colors, door locks, hanging bells and handles, every design requires great effort, otherwise it will be difficult to satisfy the picky Austrians. Faced with such an elaborate door, even the rattle

, simple actions such as knocking on the door also have various regulations and requirements.

Of course, these only exist in the upper class and have nothing to do with the slums in the southeast corner of the capital.

The landlord of No. 73 Basinger Street is named Andre. He is an amiable middle-aged man. Because his ancestors have some aristocratic blood, he seems to be quite decent in dealing with others.

Relying on this three-story apartment, he can earn a generous rent from wage earners every month. On weekdays, he stays at home, reads and paints, and sometimes plays the violin when he feels like it, living a simple and comfortable life.

of living alone.

But this afternoon, when facing the wooden door of Room 301, he threw aside the elegance he had cultivated since childhood and transformed into an out-and-out fighter.

As early as three minutes ago, Andre's generous palm had already begun to interact with this inferior door panel.

The voice gradually rose from a polite "tuk-tuk-tuk" to a helpless "dong dong dong" and a somewhat impatient "bang bang bang", and soon turned into a series of vulgar "boom~boom~boom~boom~,"

Boom~boom~".

The whole corridor was filled with this noise, but with his excellent musical literacy, he finally had some sense of rhythm.

The effect was pretty good. The door opened, and half of the young man's face was revealed from the crack in the door.

"Thank God..."

Andre breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately picked up the temper that a landlord should have: "What are you doing in there? Why did you open the door so late? My hand almost broke off!"

"I'm taking a nap, Mr. Andre." Kawei rubbed his eyes, yawned, then turned his head and looked behind him, "They are..."

"It's the police. Something happened in 302." Andre said casually, briefly stating his purpose, and then said to the two policemen behind him, "He is Kawhi Hines, the tenant of 301."

Kawei put one hand on the door frame. He was a little nervous when he saw the police. He didn't know what to say for a moment. It wasn't until the two men slightly raised the brim of their hats and made an extremely perfunctory hat-taking ceremony that he let him

Relax a little: "They all call me Kavi."

The right to ask questions was naturally handed over to the two policemen: "We need to ask you a few questions."

Kawei had no reason to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Just ask whatever you want."

"Do you know the tenant in room 302 next door?"

"We know her. I remember she moved here before winter. I even helped her carry her luggage."

"What is your relationship?"

"Relationship?" Kawei scratched his head, "They are just ordinary neighbors. In fact, they didn't even exchange a few words with each other. All they wanted to say was that they just said hello casually when they met."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he stuck his head out and looked at Room 302 on the right.

At this time, there were many people standing in the corridor, and several police officers were surrounding the door of 302. In addition to the uniformed ones, there was also a police detective in a black woolen coat and an accompanying photographer, who seemed to be discussing.

The shooting angle of the scene.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and returned his body to the previous position: "What's wrong with Miss Rosa?"

The policeman didn't reply. His serious expression and cold tone were more like telling him "don't ask questions you shouldn't ask": "Where were you at 1 o'clock this afternoon?"

"Sleep, right here."

Kawei had a book in his hand at some point, waved it in front of their eyes and said: "Since 9 o'clock last night, I have been staying at home reading. It was not until 10 o'clock this morning, after eating something, that I

I drifted off to sleep."

"You didn't sleep all night?"

"The exam is coming soon. I usually don't have time to work part-time, so I need to review more quickly."

"Then have you seen any strangers?"

"I just said that I have been reading and sleeping, sir." Kawei pointed behind him, "I haven't been out."

"Never left the house?"

"No."

"Did you hear any strange or unusual noises?"

"No."

It is not difficult to tell from the facial expressions of the two policemen that something fishy happened, but no matter what went wrong with 302, Kawei did not want to get himself involved, so he quickly used two simple "no"s to clear himself up.

Relationship.

But that's all. After the question just now was ignored, it seems unwise to say anything more now, even if it is an innocuous nonsense.

He couldn't show curiosity or seem impatient. All he had to do was wait. Wait for the topic to change, or for the police to let him go on his own initiative, so as to reduce his sense of presence.

Wait for the results soon.

"I think it was suicide. I just couldn't think about it and jumped." Anderson put his hands in the small pockets of his suit vest and couldn't help but said, "It's not a good place to die but to die here. It's really unlucky. If people misunderstand

I thought it was because the window sill of the apartment was not strong enough, how could I rent this house out?"

The landlord's complaints became an opportunity for Kawei to divert his attention.

He adjusted his eyes, facial expressions and tone of voice, showing a kind of surprise that ordinary people should have: "What? Miss Rosa committed suicide?"

"Well, just half an hour ago."

"Oh my god! I didn't even notice..."

Kawei was surprised and added a bit of sadness with a brief pause, and then he thought deeply, bringing the whole topic to a common but not perfect end: "I just met her two days ago, why did she suddenly...

...Oh, it’s really unbelievable.”

In the eyes of the police, this is what two ordinary citizens look like when they are gossiping, and there is nothing suspicious about it.

As far as they knew, Rosa went out at night and came home early, and her reversed schedule meant that she had little interaction with these neighbors.

From the diary and last words left behind, it should be obvious that there was a relationship problem. Even if the possibility of suicide is ruled out, Kawei is not among the suspects. Knocking on his door is nothing more than a routine questioning.

That’s all.

"Okay, let's just ask these questions for now. If we have any other questions, we will come to you."

"Can I go back to sleep?"

"Well, please do it."

"OK......"

Seeing the police turning around and leaving, Kawei glanced at Room 302 again, hesitated for a moment and was about to close the door. At this moment, the landlord Andre suddenly came up to him, stuck his foot between the door frame and the door, and asked with a smile:

"Do you remember this month's rent?"

Kawei adjusted the wrinkled old sweater on his body and replied: "I remember."

There was still a smile on Andre's face, but his tone was not much better. He held out three fingers in front of him: "There are only the last three days left, 218 Helles, not even one cent less! If you can't afford it, you can't."

Leave as soon as possible to give me some time to find a new tenant."

Kawei nodded: "I will pay."

Andre didn't expect him to agree so simply, and couldn't help but look at Kawei.

He is still the same person as before, nothing has changed, but when he thinks about the way the other person begged him for a grace period, the contrast is a bit big.

To be honest, the young man in front of him has a good figure and face. He should be the type that women like, and his clothes and toiletries look quite clean. But in Andre's eyes, maybe it's his aristocratic blood that is at play. Kawei always

There is an air of poverty everywhere, and every move makes people feel uncomfortable.

But today, this young man has an extra calmness that shouldn't belong to him.

Falling behind on rent is the last thing every landlord wants to happen.

Especially in this neighborhood, almost all workers live who just have enough food and clothing. If they indulge in daily life, they will be unable to make ends meet. Clothing and food are two untouchable points in expenditure, and the final result can only be reflected in housing.

on the issue.

It is definitely a good thing for tenants to pay their rent on time, and Andre will not deliberately investigate whether this promise is true or false.

Moreover, the date was clearly written on the contract, so he had no need to push it too much. As soon as the time came and the rent was not paid, he would tell Kawei to get out: "Don't remember the time wrong like last month, 2

Remember this at 10pm on the 28th!”

"Please rest assured, Mr. Andre."

"That's good......"

Kawei quickly closed the door and did not give him a chance to continue complaining.

Andre looked at the closed door of room 301 and the horizontal bar on the door of room 302, and his heart was bleeding when he thought that the lease he had just signed for a whole year was turned into waste paper.

Suddenly, he raised his voice and shouted to the entire third floor: "After your lease contract expires, the monthly rent must increase by 30 Helles. The notice will be posted at the door at the end of the month. Please read it carefully."

, don’t accuse me of being greedy for money then!”

After saying that, Andre turned around and went downstairs.

This time he was determined to raise the price, and he could not be swayed even if the tenants complained. After all, it is not easy to find such a landlord on Basinger Street who will fulfill the contract in a down-to-earth manner and not do any tricks behind the scenes.

...
To be continued...