Ever since he regarded Kawei as a suspect that day, Werther had been a bit elusive about this young man.

How did a gardener who originally wanted to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts learn human anatomy when he was just 17 years old and had never attended middle school? How did he manage to sneak into the Municipal General Hospital by relying on his knowledge of anatomy?

With a background in medical education, he became Ignatz’s assistant?

Did he have anything to do with Rosa's death?

What about Andre?

The landlord and tenant died one after another at No. 73 Basinger Street. In the past, it must have been a major case, and at least it had to be investigated together. But this time, the director issued an order and asked to directly rule it as an accident. There must be some involvement of the director and the tenant.

As a detective, Werther must implement the superior's considerations, but this does not affect his private pursuit of the truth.

It's not that he wants to keep an eye on Kawei, but he only has Kawei as a suspect.

"How long have you lived in Basinger Street?"

"It's been almost half a year." Kawei reminded with a smile, "Detective, you asked me once the day before yesterday, on the carriage to the police station."

"Oh, really..."

Werther pressed his forehead hard to wake up his head after a busy night: "... Then when was the last time you saw Andre?"

This is a very direct question, and the answer determines the direction of subsequent questions. Kawei must make a choice, whether to lie to him or tell the truth. Andre knows the existence of the man in black, and the easiest thing is to cut off the relationship, but the lie

People are definitely at risk, and once they are discovered, they will immediately become the target of major suspicion.

Since he dared to touch the other party's car, Kawei was ready: "Just last night."

"Last night?" Werther suddenly became energetic, "Did you see him last night?"

"Yes, it was around seven o'clock in the evening, in my room." Kawei's words were 80% true and 20% false. "I just wanted to pay the rent owed this month and then discuss the cancellation of the rent."

.The rental house is too far from the hospital. You have to take a carriage back and forth. To save trouble, I will move to the hospital tonight."

He dared to say that he had seen Andre, mainly because the place where the accident happened was in the northern suburbs of the city, a long way from Basinger Street. Even if you took the fastest carriage in the city, it would take an hour to get there.

This kind of carriage is often the personal belongings of the upper class.

It is impossible for Kawei to take the body and get into someone else's carriage and rush for two hours to the scene of the incident. It is also impossible to dump the body on the spot, because the Danube River entering Vienna flows from northwest to southeast, and the body will only go to other places along the river.

The lower reaches of the east.

In fact, Kawei never left the rental house. This was true, so there was no need to hide it.

As for the quarrel between the two and the new lease of 5 kronor, they were hidden because they were directly related to the man in black. Even if both cases were now determined to be accidents, Kawei did not want to have anything to do with Rosa's death.

has any relationship.

"What time did he leave?" Werther continued to ask.

"My chief detective, hasn't the case been finalized? Why are you starting to ask questions again?"

Witte made an excuse: "Because I couldn't find any witnesses, I just wanted to ask casual questions to find out more about the situation."

"About 8 o'clock, I didn't check the time much."

"Did you say where you were going?"

"No." Kawei said, "I'm about to quit the lease. It's too late for him to get angry. How could he tell me this?"

Victor nodded: "What time did you get home last night?"

"I'll get off work before seven o'clock, and I'll be home before seven-thirty."

"What is he wearing?"

"It's the same as the photo in the newspaper, black coat and checkered vest." Kawei said with a smile, "It seems that the detective is beginning to doubt me again."

Of course, Werther was suspicious of him. He had seen all the residents in No. 73, and Kavi was the most abnormal. But Werther did not expect that this young man would dare to get on the police station carriage and interact with him like a bystander.

They chatted about what happened before Andre's death.

With Ignatz as a guarantee, even if he wanted to be suspicious, he had to provide some evidence, otherwise he could only keep it in his heart.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Werther glanced at him, stretched again, and leaned on the back of the chair. Thinking of the scene of Kawei trying his best to help the maternal patient, he slowly lowered his guard and eliminated Kawei for the first time.

made a suspect list.

A medical assistant who is willing to stand up for vulnerable female patients and fight against male attackers is even a minor. What bad intentions can he have?

I haven't slept all night. My health is important, so I'd better sleep for a while and rest...

Werther's eyelids slowly stuck together, and soon the sound of snoring broke out in the carriage.

The two chestnut-colored horses moved forward quickly under the coachman's loving whip. Kawei sat quietly opposite Werther, with a smile still on his face. This carriage was not in vain, which not only proved his innocence, but also showed his innocence.

The detective gained a new understanding.

Of course Kawei doesn't have any bad intentions, but there is an essential difference between "no" and "won't have". Kawei's "no" is just the result of rational screening.

Two days ago in the afternoon, when he stood at the door of his home and faced the suspicion of the other party, he even had the idea of ​​piercing Werther's carotid artery with the tip of a quill. But just like last night, this was just a passing thought. No matter it was

The disparity in numbers or force between the two sides gave him no reason to take action.

It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Now that Ignatz is his backer, he will not be dragged into the police station for questioning, so he is more willing to classify the detective as an ordinary friend.

"This No. 73 is quite evil. If we move out tonight, the hospital will still be peaceful..."

The speed of the police carriage was much faster than that of ordinary taxis. It took less than twenty minutes to reach the police station. Before getting off the car, Cavett quickly found the coachman and asked about the surrounding situation: "By the way, coachman, what's nearby?"

Is there any chemical factory?”

"Chemical plants? Chemical plants are all in the south. This direction is wrong."

"What about the drug store?"

"As for drug stores, there is one in front of the police station. It's quite famous. You can go and check it out."

Regardless of the internal and external aspects, surgery is ultimately a destructive process that requires a large amount of internal medicine to support it.

Among the three elements of surgery, anesthesia and disinfection are related to drugs. Unfortunately, the production of drugs was limited by the level of the chemical industry in that era. The chemical industry in the 19th century had just begun to develop, and Kawei did not know enough about this era, so he needed to do some on-the-spot investigation.

OK.

After getting off the car, Werther ran to the dormitory in a hurry, while Kawei silently noted the location of the drug store, then turned and entered the police station.

The anatomy room where Musil was located was a small room at the back of the police station. The environment was worse than that of Ignatz, and the tools were insufficient. The only thing that could compare was the dispensable ventilation.

Able.

“The smell is really strong.”

Kawei covered his nose and knocked on the door and entered the room. The first thing he saw was this forensic doctor who was the same age as Ignatz but had already gained weight: "I am the assistant of the surgical ward of the Municipal General Hospital. I was affected by Ignatz."

As a commission from the teacher, come here to find Teacher Musil."

Musil looked Kawei up and down and welcomed him in.

When Andre's body was brought here at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday, Musil had already thought of Ignatz's reaction. He knew how much his old friend longed for the body, but he did not expect that the other party would not

I don't plan to come here in person.

Musil sat back at his desk, ignoring the pungent smell around him, and poured a full cup of steaming coffee into his mouth: "Where are the others?"

"The body has just been delivered. The teacher should be busy."

"Busy......"

Musil put down his coffee cup, crossed his legs, and took out a pipe from the drawer. He put the loosened tobacco in the bag into the pipe, flattened it, slowed the fire, and smoked coldly. The smoke was exhaled through his breath. The whole process

They all reveal a kind of elegance that perhaps only belongs to old Europeans.

Time was in Kawei's favor, he just stood aside and watched without saying a word, but he didn't know whether he should go up and say: Smoking is harmful to health [1].

After three rounds of cigarettes, Musil finally came back to his senses and suddenly asked: "Why did he ask you to come?"

"Oh, I heard that another corpse was delivered last night." Kawei patted his pocket and said with a smile, "The hospital is very short of corpses recently, and the teacher wants to take them together."

"Okay." Musil had already thought about this. Two hours ago, he typed up the application report when the leader just came to work. "The body is lying on the bed board in front, 60 kronor."

You can take it away.”

Kawei followed his finger and glanced forward, then immediately turned back and said, "Can you let me take a look?"

"You want to see it?" Musil was stunned, "Okay, go see it yourself."

Andre was placed in a light yellow sack. His body had not completely hardened due to the cold winter air and the cold water of the Danube River. The mortuary tag on the bag read the same content as Rosa: [

Accident】.

Opening the bag, Kawei confirmed his identity again. The fat, bloodless face in front of him was his landlord, Andre Edmund.

He is not as lavish with money as Ignatz. Considering the anatomical value, the price of the corpse should be directly related to its completeness.

If it were another case, Musil would not be able to control the selling price. In order to give the correct cause of death, each corpse must be dissected. But this time Andre was named and treated coldly. Whether the dissection was performed or not had nothing to do with the result, so he

I'm too lazy to use the knife.

In Kavey's opinion, if Andre was really hit with a heavy object on the back of the head and killed, it would indeed be worth 60 kronor. But in fact, there were traces of injuries, blood stasis and wounds on his limbs, chest, abdomen, and back.

All very obvious.

Based on the feeling of bone scraping [2], four limbs were broken in seven or eight places. It was hard to tell how many ribs were broken, but the entire thorax was like the soft outer chocolate shell of ice cream. Kawei was stunned at first sight.

A word comes to mind:

Thoracic fragmentation injury【3】.

This is a condition that only occurs with severe blunt trauma. Combined with the condition of the limbs and head, it is actually far from the slip and fall that Witte said. If we insist that he died from a fall, I am afraid he would have to fall down a mountain to reach this point.

kind of effect.

"20 crowns."

This was the quotation given by Kawei. The knife was slashed directly on Musil's waist, causing him to take a big puff of cigarette into his lungs and couldn't help but choke and cough: "Cough, cough, cough, you just...

Hey, what did you just say?"
Chapter completed!