Things have to start from half an hour ago.
The Kavey who was half an hour ago was not the Kavey now. At that time, he was still a pruner with rich gardening experience, mainly responsible for the green vegetation in the southeastern area of Vienna.
Get up before dawn, finish work and go home after the sun goes down. The work includes but is not limited to cutting down trees, pruning branches, planting trees, digging tree stumps and a series of heavy physical labor related to plants. Except for the months of July and August, Kawei works almost every day. As long as he guarantees not to be late or leave early, he can earn a monthly salary of 550 Helles. (1)
But today, Kawei got a rare chance to rest for himself - absenteeism.
Tomorrow afternoon is the entrance exam for the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts. He needs to set aside at least one day to prepare, mainly doing some exercises in figure drawing, sketching and oil painting coloring.
As long as you pass the exam, you can enter the school even without a high school diploma. Once enrolled, he was able to earn money to support himself through the school's reputation and his painting skills.
However, the heavy work and study exhausted Kawei's body, causing him to fall before the starting line of a happy life.
At 1:38 pm, several screams pierced the sky on Basinger Street, not only attracting roadside patrols, but also awakening the body that had been cold for several hours. A surgeon from a parallel world traveled through time and space and came to Austria more than a hundred years ago.
In this room of less than 15 square meters, what awaits the time traveler is a pile of practice oil paintings and the sound of piercing sirens.
Although Rosa who fell from the building was a neighbor living next door, Kawei, who had gained a new life, had no time to care about the life and death of others. Now he must review the memory of the original owner as soon as possible, understand his identity, sort out the relationship between the characters and what must be done next.
It's a pity that God didn't give him much time to think and organize, and an uninvited guest came over soon.
This was a slender bastard in a black coat. Not only did he easily open the door to his house with a key, but he also took out the pistol after meeting him. At the same time, he greeted him warmly in standard German: "You Why didn't you go to work today?"
It started like old friends asking each other about their daily routines when they met by chance. Kawei was confused for a moment, thinking that he had forgotten a friend of the original owner after traveling through time.
The man in black habitually placed his hat on the clothes rack at the door, turned around and closed the door, as skillfully as if he had returned to his own home.
It wasn't until the two "chatted" a few words that Kawei realized that from the second day after Rosa moved here, the rental house in Room 301 where he was located had become a temporary stop for daily surveillance by others.
The two people's complementary life schedules give each other a lot of room to use.
The man in black swaggered to the bedside, found a relatively clean place to sit down, crossed his legs, and said with a smile: "I just want to wait for the police to withdraw before leaving here. You just need to stay in the house and be obedient." Just don’t make a sound.”
With the gun pointed at him, it was impossible for Kawei to mess around. Even if the police knocked on the door later, he ignored it and pretended that he was not at home. It was only after he found Andre that he opened the door at the instruction of the man in black, considering that the landlord had a spare key.
During the entire three-minute conversation that followed, Carvey held a loaded pistol at his waist.
He needs to keep recalling the memory of the original owner and at the same time reduce the risk of his house being searched by answering questions. Otherwise, there would be no need to wait for the police to rush in, and he would be stabbed with a bullet in his lower back.
The medical level in the mid-nineteenth century could not solve such a close-range gunshot wound to the waist and abdomen. There were no antibiotics, no anesthesia, and insufficient hemostatic technology, so the surgical mortality rate was very high.
And because there were no cars or telephones, and considering the speed of carriages running on the street, it would take 50 helles and a full 30 minutes to get from Basinger Street to the nearest hospital that could perform surgery.
In this case, there was a question mark as to whether he could be carried to the operating table alive. He might be transferred to the anatomy room as soon as he arrived at the gate, and become a training subject for the surgeons along with the dead pigs and dogs.
In order not to let himself die again within an hour, Kawei tried his best.
Fortunately, we handled it well in the end and the matter finally passed...
......half!
The man did put the gun into his coat pocket, but after the police withdrew, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he became interested in Kawei: "I remember your name is Kawei. You are 17 years old and you are a pruner at the Urban Forestry Bureau." work."
"Um."
"I knew you had an exam, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless and just choose to skip work."
"Haha, it seems that you know me better than I do." Kawei teased him, and then began to complain, "I'm afraid my job is gone."
"That's not a big deal, they will just deduct your wages." The man in black seemed to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time, "Ah, by the way, what are the exams for the Academy of Fine Arts?"
Kawei didn't know why he asked this question, but because of the pistol, he had to choose to answer: "I heard that it is an assessment of some painting skills, and it will also require improvisation. In the end, it depends on the evaluation of the invigilators to decide whether it can be done. Admission.”
The other party nodded, picked up a crumpled portrait at his feet, looked at it carefully, and praised: "The painting is not bad, the composition has a French academic background, and judging from the coloring, it should be a Chinese painting." Sri Sriti?"
Kawei stood next to the desk and tossed the names and these professional terms into his mind for a long time. Then he realized what this guy was talking about: "Yes, I did learn some of Mr. Hans's oil painting techniques."
"Hans was dropped out of the Academy of Fine Arts. You studied his early works and are so keen on color expression. With all due respect, those old diehards are very vindictive and old-fashioned, and this is still the case in the Academy of Fine Arts. In the spirit of classicism..."
The man in black talked freely and did not shy away from his achievements in this area: "Did I talk too much and make you feel uncomfortable?"
No one would be stupid enough to attack a murderer with a pistol, so Kawei immediately waved his hand with a bright smile on his face: "No, no, your analysis makes sense."
"Don't worry, I'm just asking casually, I don't mean any harm."
Regardless of whether this sentence was true or false, Kawei finally felt more at ease and continued to chat with the man in black, relying on some art-related knowledge in the original owner's mind. Some of his views do seem naive or even ridiculous, but considering that he is only 17 years old and has no formal art education experience, it is completely acceptable.
"You are indeed very talented."
The man in black affirmed Kawei's painting ability, but after a short pause, he changed the subject: "But you, an amateur painter, why did you put aside piles of paper when the police asked you, 'What are you doing at night?'" I didn’t use the drawings, but I got this anatomy atlas? How strange!”
Kavi:......
It turns out that after so long preparations and wandering about art, the final goal was that notebook.
When Andre knocked on the door, he imagined what would happen over and over again. Since he didn't have time to sort out his memories and needed an alibi to clear up his relationship, he naturally followed his instinct of studying medicine to prepare for the exam before traveling through time and chose the anatomy book on the desk.
Art students really need to learn anatomy. There is no problem in owning this album, but it is very problematic to abandon the near and seek the far away at the most critical moment.
Kawei immediately explained: "Maybe I was too impatient at the time, thinking that this book should be more convincing than those useless drawing papers, so I took it in my hand without thinking about it."
"Aren't you afraid that they will regard you as a pervert?"
"It's okay, after all, everyone who draws portraits has to learn some anatomy knowledge."
The explanation is far-fetched, because the key point is not here at all. However, the man in black did not ask any further questions. He quickly stood up and came to Kawei. He took out a pen and paper and wrote down a string of addresses: "Thank you for helping me avoid this trouble. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can come here." Find me in this place.”
"What on earth are you..."
"Just say 'Mick's old friend' when you go in."
...
Mick was obviously not his real name, and the face of the man in black didn't leave much of an impression on him because of the thick seal mustache on his lips and Kawei's own facial blindness. But this address does exist, a library on the north bank of the Danube. (2)
Kawei sat at the desk and opened the city map.
The library is small in size, surrounded by residential areas and ordinary public buildings, and looks very inconspicuous. But the feeling the man in black gave him was not that simple. Perhaps in his eyes, being caught by the police was really just a small trouble, and he was fully capable of leaving afterwards.
Kawei didn't want to mess with the man in black, nor did he want to have any contact with him. Calling the police now is not only useless, but will also land you in the police station because of inconsistent answers. Since the person has left and there is no hostility, just treat it as a small episode encountered after traveling and let it pass.
He still has his own life.
Kawei drew a circle on the library and marked the name "Mick", then skipped the Academy of Fine Arts and found the University of Vienna in the west of the city.
After two centuries of Renaissance, European art has already reached its heyday when a hundred flowers bloom. During this period, capital was also expanding rapidly, relying on vigorous technological innovation to continuously squeeze the bottom labor force to form primitive accumulation of capital.
Unfortunately, he knew nothing about art and had little interest in making money.
Compared with the fields of art and economy, which have entered the fast lane, medicine is a bare primitive wilderness, and the doctors and nurses who are walking hard on it don't even have a pair of shoes.
Kawei looked at the book of anatomy records and paintings in his hand and said to himself: "Let's continue doing what we are doing."
