Half an hour ago, a summary of an unexpected case was transmitted to the communication room of the Vienna Police Station through the transmitter of the patrol box. The original content was a simple sentence: A murder occurred in Building 73, Basinger Street.

Although Witte gets a headache when he thinks of the number 73, and the figures of Kavi and Ignatz behind him will also appear in front of his eyes. But as the detective of the East District of the city, he still has to act immediately after receiving the police report.

Arrive at the scene.

Half an hour later, Werther got off the carriage and stood on Basinger Street.

There were crowds of people behind him, and on the wall of the dark red low-rise building in front of him, the bright window panes were reflected in his eyes, and there were two words in his eyes: evil door.

"Detective~"

"..."

"Inspector!!!"

"Um?"

"It's getting late, let's go in quickly."

"Um......"

Werther rearranged the brim and collar of his hat and stepped into Building 73 again four days later.

At this time, many people had gathered in the corridor, including three street policemen, two of his assistants, and the accompanying camera recorder. The space was originally small, and the sound of discussions made it noisy. [1]

"Can you please be quiet?" Werther maintained order in time, stood by the door and looked into the room: "You haven't even gone in?"

"Witnesses have gone in, but we haven't."

"Well, first write down the detailed information of the items, and then take photos of the body and the items." Witte glanced at the layout of Room 102 again, and then asked, "Who discovered the body first?"

Without waiting to call anyone, he squeezed past the two patrolmen at the door 303 times: "It's me, Inspector, we meet again."

Werther had no reaction to his familiarity and just checked the door keys and door locks: "Tell me about the situation."

"Around nine o'clock in the morning, I walked downstairs to go shopping. As soon as I arrived at the door of 102, I heard the sound of fighting inside." 303 said very carefully, "You can hear broken glass bottles and table tops when you get close to the door.

There was a sound of chairs colliding, but it lasted only a short time and stopped soon."

"No one said anything?" Werther was a little surprised, "I remember you said before that the soundproofing here is very poor."

"no one."

After listening to this, Werther immediately noticed the milk bottles on the floor and the messy tables and chairs: "Then what?"

"I thought it was the couple in Room 102 who were quarreling again, so I knocked on the door to help persuade them." 303 said, feeling a little depressed, "I have been neighbors for a year, and I usually chat with them.

The relationship between their families is particularly good..."

"Okay, okay, let's get to the point."

"The point..." 303 thought for a while, "The point is that no one opens the door."

"Go on."

"Then I continued to knock on the door, knocking very hard, but no one opened the door. I was in a hurry and wanted to call someone, but our building is full of workers and they went out to work early in the morning, so I didn't have the energy."

303 said this with great emotion, and suddenly pointed to the stairs behind him: "Fortunately, Mr. Carvey ran down at this time..."

The name "Kavi" was like an electrode inserted directly into Werther's brain to generate electricity, causing Werther to react violently: "Kavi? You mean Kawei Hines who lives in 301 upstairs?"

"Yes, yes, that's him." 303 became sentimental again, "What a good guy. He kicked open the door of Room 102 for me."

"A good person? Why did he suddenly become a good person?" Witte raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man again. "That's not what you said when the girl named Rosa in Room 302 fell down.

of."

"Uh, this, haha..." 303 smiled, "I didn't understand it at first, so I said some unnecessary things. I hope Inspector Witte can help keep it secret."

Werther is not interested in the feuding parents in the neighborhood: "You kicked the door open together, and what happens next?"

"Then I saw this." 303 pointed at the body on the ground and said, "I was guarding the door of 102, and Mr. Carvey ran to find the patrolman."

Witte sighed and turned his gaze indoors again. Room 102 was in chaos, with tables and chairs leaning aside and food and cutlery scattered on the floor. The body was lying on the floor, with a swollen face and bruises on the neck.

Visible scars.

"Why does it look like he was strangled?" Werther turned around and asked 303, "What's this man's name?"

"Oh, my name is Shaden, and I am Mr. Andre's cousin."

"He lives in room 102?"

"No, it's not him who lives in Room 102."

Witte's mind was a little confused: "What about the tenants in Room 102?"

"Oh, the couple in room 102 both fainted. Mr. Carvey has already called a carriage to take them to the hospital."

...

At this time, in the office of the director of surgery in the third ward of the Municipal General Hospital, Alina was sitting at the table and flipping through her husband's anatomy notes. She had almost no anatomy knowledge. She looked at the draft patterns and words drawn in the essay and thought about it.

The issue was actually the supply of corpses that Ignatz had originally requested.

"Teacher Ignatz~" Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Elena was also waiting for Ignatz and didn't mind having one more person in the office. "He went to the theater."

"Well, it's nothing, I just..."

Alina looked surprised and asked again before the other person finished explaining: "Are you a surgeon?"

"Yes, the new surgical assistant."

"Oh, assistant, is your name Kavi?" Alina quickly thought of the list of newcomers, "Kavi Hines?"

"right."

Kawei didn't know this woman, but judging from her attitude of daring to sit on Ignatz's office chair, he could roughly judge that the other person's status was not low. He didn't dare to talk nonsense, considering his humble status, he really couldn't

Must stay here.

Thinking of this, he closed the door and left. After all, there was still a lot of preparation work to be done in the anatomy room.

"Oh, wait! I have something to ask you."

As soon as Kawei turned around, he was stopped. Facing Alina, he rarely used the honorific title: "Madam, what are your orders?"

"I came to the surgery department early in the morning and went around the ward, but I didn't seem to see you."

Alina was originally interested in Kawei, or she was curious about the common people. Especially when this common people was attracted by her husband, who was also a noble, her curiosity became even more intense: "You usually do

What kind of work?"

"Compile medical records, help with preparations before surgery, push patients to the theater, etc."

"Are you late today?"

"I ran into some trouble in the morning, so I came in late." Kawei explained, "I originally wanted to come here to talk to Teacher Ignatz, but I didn't expect that he had gone for surgery."

"Your teacher Ignatz cannot have the final say in terms of personnel matters." Elena put down the anatomy notes in her hand, "According to hospital regulations, assistants should enter the hospital to work before 7:30 in the morning, you know

There will be a deduction for being late."

Kawei nodded: "I know."

"One crown at a time."

"Um."

Kawei had just taken over No. 73 from Mick and could earn 15 crowns a month, so he had a dull reaction to the penalty of only 1 crown. But in the eyes of Alina, this seemed very abnormal: "I remember

Your monthly salary is only 7 crowns, right?"

"Um, yes, it's 7 crowns."

"Do you think it's too little?"

Kavi:???

The previous questions were quite normal, in line with the usual tone of leadership for subordinates. When asking about work conditions, some mistakes would also be found. But the last sentence was very strange. What does it mean to feel that the salary is too low?

Should I feel less? Or shouldn’t I?

If it’s too little, can we still get a salary increase?

Such a good thing is impossible in the 21st century, and it is obviously even more impossible in the 19th century when people eat people without spitting out their bones!

Since it is impossible and we cannot say that the salary is too much, we can only say that the salary is just right...

Kawei quickly interrupted his thoughts, retched twice in his heart, and finally chose to shut up: it would be better to submit the question or not answer it.

Alina seemed to see his concerns and was still thinking about how to express her intentions. Suddenly the door was opened and Ignatz walked in: "Huh? Kawei, why did you come now? Alina

?Why are you here too?"

"Oh, I want to discuss the corpse with you."

"Teacher Ignatz, two new corpses have arrived."

The two of them spoke at the same time. Although they were two completely unrelated things, they were closely related to the corpse. Ignatz had heard a rough idea from both sides, but he could only ask one by one, and finally found out what happened.

It's a bad news and a good news.
To be continued...