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 piece of art that can be stopped and admired.
Regardless of materials, carvings, colors, or 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 simple actions such as ringing the bell and knocking on the door 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 called Andre, a kind-hearted 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, leading a simple and comfortable solitary life.
But this afternoon, when facing the wooden door of Room 301, he threw aside the elegance he had developed since childhood and turned into a complete fighter.
As early as three minutes ago, Andre's broad 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 entire 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 regained his temper as a landlord: "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 and didn't know what to say. It wasn't until the two of them raised the brim of their hats slightly and made an extremely perfunctory hat-taking ceremony that he relaxed a little: "They all call me Kawei."
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 and nodded: "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 have not spoken a few words. What they insist on saying is that they just say hello casually when they meet."
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 wearing 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 if 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. He waved it in front of their eyes and said, "Since 9 o'clock last night, I have been reading at home. Until 10 o'clock this morning, after eating something, 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."
"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 previous question 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 take the initiative to let you go, so as to reduce your sense of presence.
The results will come 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 an end that was not perfect but ordinary enough: "I just met her two days ago, why?" All of a sudden...oh, it's 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 prepared to close the door. At this moment, the landlord Andre suddenly came up, stuck his foot between the door frame and the door, and asked with a smile: "Do you remember this month's rent?"
Kawei straightened his old, wrinkled sweater and replied, "I remember."
There was still a smile on Andre's face, but his tone was not much better. He stretched 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 pay." 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 of 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 me has a good figure and face. He should be the type that women like. His clothes and toiletries look clean. But in Andre's eyes, perhaps because of his aristocratic blood, Kawei always exudes a sense of poverty and makes people feel uncomfortable in every gesture.
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, most of the people living there are workers who just have enough food and clothing. If they live a little indulgent life, they will be unable to make ends meet. Clothing and food are two untouchable points of expenditure, and the final result can only be reflected on the housing 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 stated in the contract, so there was no need for him to push too hard. As long as the time is up and the rent is not paid, he will tell Kawei to get out: "You must not remember the wrong time like last month, February 28th at 10pm, remember!"
"Please rest assured, Mr. Andre."
"That's good......"
Kavi quickly closed the door, not giving him a chance to continue complaining.
Andre looked at the horizontal strip at the door of 302, and felt his heart bleed 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 on the door at the end of the month. Please read it carefully." , don’t accuse me of being greedy for money then!”
After that, he 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.
...
Carvey's contract expires next month, but he is obviously not interested in price increases.
After closing the door gently, he turned around and walked carefully to the desk, placing the anatomy notebook in his hand back on the desk.
This is actually a collection of drawings that records anatomy and surgical procedures in detail. It has a beautiful cover and paper. It was drawn and written by Ignaz von Kern, professor of surgery at Vienna University School of Medicine. It should be a very best-selling surgical medicine in this era. Readings.
At first glance, the maps inside are quite curious and off-putting.
But this is actually a secular prejudice. If you look at it with a calm mind, you will be impressed by the superb painting skills of the painter. From the perspective design, the choice of approach and cutting method, to every structure and explanatory text, all of them show the artistic taste of the original author.
Just like the 12mm percussion gun pressed against Kawei's back.
The shiny walnut gun body and the Damascus pattern steel barrel complement each other perfectly, and coupled with the long and smooth streamlined shape, it is clearly made by a famous craftsman and is a fine product only worthy of nobles.
Kawei ran his fingers over the cover of the manuscript at hand, deliberately slowed down the pace of his speech, and further lowered his voice: "I have done everything you said, should I put this thing away first. Just in case. It would be no good to anyone if things go wrong, and the police are still outside."
