Under normal circumstances, most people's way of thinking is limited to the individual. No matter what happens, as long as it has nothing to do with them, as long as it does not penetrate into the head like a hand-cranked craniotomy drill [1], they will not get angry.

For example, the ordinary people who were watching downstairs saw a useless and boring farce.

But once something touches their emotions or interests, even a trivial matter will immediately arouse unnecessary impulses in their hearts. As a result, all people related to it will change their usual attitude of not caring about other people's business and show their attitude towards others.

Another side of myself that is fierce.

For example, these guys are sitting in the room "discussing" the ownership of No. 73.

This is what they showed.

On weekdays, after meeting, everyone might chat calmly about some news and gossip, and make harmless jokes to each other. But today, the property under Andre's name tied them together, just like luring them with rare food.

Just like the stray cats and dogs on the street.

"I still don't understand why this little brat suddenly became Mr. Andre's illegitimate son?"

Kawei looked at the woman in Room 102 pointing her finger towards him, with no expression on her face, but he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up: It's indeed a good question, I also want to know.

The memory of the former owner of the body contains his life experience. He was a migrant worker who came to the city from the countryside to make a living. His mother died early, and his father followed him three years ago. The two of them had no interaction with Andre, so they came to vienna.

I only met him after renting this house.

Andre's attitude towards Kavi remains that of an ordinary landlord and tenant, no different from other people, because he is always in arrears with rent, which may be even worse.

In Kawei's mind, the concept of "illegitimate child" was fictitious. But even so, he was still unwilling to deny this "fact".

The main reason is that ten minutes ago, he was once again pressed into the back with a gun on the roadside. The same touch forced him to return to Room 301, No. 73, and also forced him to recall the time when he first traveled through time.

The man I met was Mick in black.

Of course, the young man holding the gun this time was shorter and thinner than Mick, and his voice was not as rough, but the barrister's figure was exactly the same as Mick. Although the seal mustache was shaved off his face, he said:

The language is Low German with a Berlin accent, but the way of doing things is exactly the same.

The young man claimed to be a paralegal and sat next to Kawei. Kawei did not dare to talk nonsense.

Also afraid to speak is the old man in Room 303. He has not said a word since Kawei came back.

However, the silence between the two did not change the heated debate at the scene. Shaden and the couple in Room 102 not only attacked each other, but also were extremely suspicious of Kawei's identity.

"This is not something I can have the final say on. You still have to read the will."

The lawyer explained with a smile and took out the black and white writing in his hand, writing very clearly:

[I, Andre Edmund, will take possession of the two properties at No. 21 Whitegreen Street and No. 73 Basinger Street, Central City, including all personal effects [2] therein, such as cutlery, saddles, spurs and

All the clothes and items that I used to wear were passed down to my son, Kawhi Hines.

I hope that in his mind, this small legacy from an ordinary father will be extremely precious.】

"Here is the real estate part in his will, all of which belongs to Mr. Kawei Hines." The lawyer in black looked at Kawei next to him, then looked at several other tenants, and asked, "Is he Kawei?"

Bar?"

Kawei’s real name is Kawei. From the time he moved into No. 73, everyone knew him as Kawei.

But in their eyes, this Kawi should not be the Kawi written in the will.

"Mr. Lawyer, maybe we have the same name." Shaden suddenly raised a possibility, "For example, my name is Shaden, and there are probably more men named Shaden than there are mice in this building. If we continue

Counting the surnames, I'm sure I can meet several of them."

The object of the metaphor is very low-level, but Shaden can no longer care about it.

After hearing this, the lawyer really felt that it made sense and turned over two pages: "This does describe Mr. Carvey's appearance. He is 5.9 feet tall and 139.2 pounds. He has brown hair, light blue eyes, and an old spot on his left arm.

hurt."

Kawei lifted up his sleeves knowingly, revealing his arm. There was indeed a scar: "I fell while climbing a tree when I was a child."

"The height is about the same, the pupils and hair color are also the same..."

The lawyer looked at Kawei, as if waiting for something. Kawei immediately understood and quickly took out a Forestry Bureau work permit from his coat pocket that he had not yet thrown away: "This was registered last year." [3]

"From the Forestry Bureau?"

The lawyer was overjoyed after seeing this. He stood up and bent down, respectfully held Carvey's slightly cold right hand, and said excitedly: "The height and weight are about the same. It can't be wrong. It's you! Congratulations on winning Andre Edmund."

All of Mr.’s real estate!”

Shaden's reasons came to nothing. No matter how you look at it, the Kawei in the will is the impoverished 17-year-old young man in front of everyone.

Seeing that the lawyer had briefly chatted with him about the property transfer procedure, the woman in Room 102 finally couldn't help but lose her temper and jumped out: "I also have a will in my hand, why do I have to listen to you?"

My own man also followed immediately: "Yes, we have it too!"

"I am specifically authorized by Mr. Andre..."

The lawyer wanted to explain a few more words, but the couple saw their tempers rising and did not give him a chance. In fact, even if they were given a chance, they would not listen. Anyway, they just looked like they were going to the police station to report a fraud.

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"Don't worry, you two. There is a set of procedures for identifying whether a will is true or false."

The lawyer still had a smile on his face, glanced at the assistant beside him, and then continued: "For example, you can judge the authenticity from the handwriting, and then judge which one is more legally binding from the time of writing and signature. Also,

, we can start from..."

The lawyer's words have become the focus of most attention because they are related to their vital interests.

But Kawei, who was sitting aside, kept staring at the short assistant, watching him skillfully take out the water glass from his cupboard, pour the water from the water pipe [4], and then bring it in front of everyone.

The whole process went smoothly and naturally, and the only thing that bothered him was the small action of picking out his pocket. Looking at the water glass on the table, thinking of Mick's way of doing things, and then thinking of the deaths of Rosa and Andre, Kaweki

Instinctively, I am sure that "seasoning" has been put into the water.

Kawei didn't dare to drink, and the old man from 303 didn't dare to touch it either.

But this inheritance battle continues to consume other people's saliva. As long as the negotiation does not reach a conclusion, it is only a matter of time before the water is drawn.

Soon, the couple in Room 102 couldn't help but feel thirsty, and drank a full glass of water down their stomachs one after another.

They obviously needed to drink water, but they were not satisfied with the taste of the water. First they grabbed their burning throats and said weak curse words. Then they suffered from abdominal pain and vomiting, and the leftover breakfast residue was mixed with blood and water.

Their mouths were blocked. Finally, breathing became difficult, their limbs became limp, and they fell to the ground one after another.

"...the list of items and the names of the recipients are all in Mr. Andre's own handwriting, and there is also his signature and family seal at the end."

The lawyer looked at the two people who had lost their breath, cleared his throat and continued: "The most important point is that Andre wrote this will in front of me. Don't question its authenticity, otherwise there will be consequences.

Very serious."

Kawei had foreseen this outcome a long time ago, but he just said "It's a pity" in his heart and didn't have much reaction.

The old man from 303 was also well prepared. His face was full of panic, and his eyes only dared to wander around him.

As for the other Shaden...

"What happened to them?"

"died."

"Why, how, why did you die?"

The lawyer didn't mean to answer him. He pointed to the water glass and asked, "Don't you drink water? You must be thirsty after talking for so long. Drink some quickly."

"No, I won't drink!"

"Tsk tsk, you are a smart man. If you don't drink water, your death will be easier."

Xia Den clearly felt the intention to kill, but he had no choice but to do so. His fate was not in his own hands.

Even though he ran away fast enough, Xia Den was kicked to the ground by the pouring assistant at the last moment. The opponent's methods were clean and neat. He circled around, strangled his neck, and kicked his knees in one go. The huge upper body strength hit Xia Den's Adam's apple,

His oxygen was instantly cut off.

Suffocation works faster than poison, but it still takes some time.

The lawyer looked at Xia Deng, who was kicking his legs with a bruised face. Suddenly, his conscience struck him and he wanted him to die in a clear way: "I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I gave you a chance, but you refused to listen and insisted on fighting with Mr. Andre."

Same, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Xia Deng's expression was painful, and his hands were waving wildly. He didn't know whether to resist the arm that was holding his throat or to express his regret. Anyway, he died soon.

"Poor young man."

The lawyer's face was heavy, as if he was feeling sorry for the loss of a young and lively life in the empire. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, then tore up the will and looked back to his side: "

Mr. Carvey, you were frightened."

Kawei was very embarrassed: "Mr. Mick, actually I..."

"Did you recognize me?" Mick touched the smooth part of his lips, a little surprised, "This outfit is completely different from the one I wore when we last met."

What’s so different about this practice of killing people if they disagree!

"Haha, it's different." Kawei said with a smile.

Mick patted him on the shoulder, preparing to put down the highlight of the day, and then looked at the old man in Room 303: "Come on, let's talk about you and Andre."

"I, I don't know..."

Mick was very dissatisfied with this answer. He took out the pistol from his arms: "Then how did he know me?"

"I have no idea."

"Then how did he get into the library and ask for 100 crowns for hush money?"

"Mr. Mick, I really don't know!"

"You have let me down too much."
Chapter completed!