No matter what age, surgeons never rest on their laurels. They need to always think about their patients' operations, constantly improve their skills, and develop new surgical methods, so imagination has always been indispensable in surgery.
Ignaz is the most famous surgeon in Austria. He has a mind far beyond ordinary people and his ability to accept new surgical techniques.
But even with his extraordinary imagination, he would never have imagined that a young man would pretend to be his student. And the most outrageous thing is that the reasons given by the other party made it impossible for him to refuse.
"What did you just say?"
"I say that your collection of anatomical paintings is an indelible treasure in the history of anatomy, the cornerstone of the development of anatomy, and an indispensable step on the progress of surgeons..."
The young man spoke impassionedly, looking at the corner of the office at a 45-degree angle, and even used body language. Putting one hand on his chest, the other hand stretched forward with an extremely admiring gaze, and said with emotion:
"I think that everyone who reads this work should be regarded as your student, otherwise it is blasphemy to surgery and surgery!"
Ignatz was stunned and looked at him for a long time. Thousands of words came to his mind and only one sentence remained: So vernünftig! (So damn sensible!)
The number of students is the most intuitive reflection of the lecturer's ability. Anyone who is a lecturer at Vienna University Medical School hopes that his class can attract enough students and fill the venue, and Ignatz is no exception.
But he is only a surgeon after all.
To put it mildly, he is a doctor, but compared with a gentleman physician wearing a gown and a top hat, he is not a doctor at all. The surgeon who evolved from the barber can only stay together with the pharmacist who evolved from the medicine seller. (1)
That is to say, the baronetcy on his body gave Ignatz a bit of color, coupled with his excellent surgical skills, otherwise he would just be a professional who lives in the theater doing amputations and lithotripsy every day.
He knew that the other party was flattering, but the force of this slap was too deep and just right. At this time, I took a closer look at his appearance. His face, which was not ugly to begin with, was full of bonus points. If he changed his clothes, he would still be labeled "handsome".
For such an outstanding young man, such a good student who was willing to spend time studying his anatomy collection, how could Ignatz not come forward as a guarantee.
"Inspector Witte, I think there must be some misunderstanding. As my student, it is impossible for him to commit such a crime..."
...
Kawei was wrapped in a shabby black coat and sat opposite Ignatz.
The clothes are long gowns made of fine wool. They are the daily clothes of celebrities and gentlemen when they go out in winter. They are finely made and expensive. Naturally, Kawei, a member of the lower class of society, couldn't afford it. It was a sin to even look at it. It was stolen from him when he was working.
The location was in a garbage dump outside the golf course in the eastern suburbs. It was a trophy obtained after a friendly exchange with two homeless people before his death.
The original owner of the clothes must have been very wealthy, but they were thrown away just because there was a tear on the sleeve. Now it's on Kawei's body. Although the size is not suitable, it is still decent enough.
The long torn sleeves can cover most of the palms. After being buttoned, the shoulders and waist appear loose. Perhaps to prevent others from snatching them away, the clothes were deliberately covered with a layer of fine dust, creating a cheap look and looking particularly old.
He just sat in the corner, listening to Ignatz and Werther talking word by word.
For Carvey, the entire afternoon, starting from the time he traveled to 73 Basinger Street, could only be described as magical.
Not long after the man in black who called himself "Mick" left, he was shot back at home by a group of police officers. I thought I was just asking a few more questions, but unexpectedly, the leader, Werther, took him back without saying a word.
There was no special reason or evidence, I just simply thought he was suspicious.
In this era, the low-wage working class had no status in this city. In order to protect himself, Kawei could only use the anatomy album on the table as a shield and refer to his identity as "surgical apprentice". After all, with his knowledge of anatomy and surgery, being an apprentice was more than enough.
However, when I just arrived at the police station, I bumped into Ignatz himself. It was so unlucky...
But from another perspective, this might not be an opportunity. Anyway, I am going to the hospital to find a job. If I can rely on my anatomy knowledge to rely on the mountain of Ignatz, the next application process will be much smoother.
Kavi wasted no time in sucking up to him in nineteenth-century style, lifting Ignatz to a level he had always dreamed of but was far from reaching.
Fortunately, the other party seems to like this trick. After several rounds of eye contact, the two quickly reached a very subtle tacit understanding on the issue of whether they were surgical apprentices.
Ignatz took the milk tea handed by the young police officer and explained: "I have seen the female corpse and asked Musil for his opinion. From an anatomical point of view, it should have been caused by a fall from a high place. .”
"Are you sure?" Werther was a little unconvinced. "Dr. Musil didn't make any conclusions when it was first delivered."
"I am sure."
Ignatz's words must be helping Kawei and himself at the same time. As long as the case is determined to be suicide, he will soon be able to get the body and kill two birds with one stone: "This is my personal opinion and is for Inspector Witte's reference only."
Witte is the detective of the police station, and he is usually very slippery. In this kind of situation, it is impossible for him to overcome the difficulties.
He looked at the two of them and laughed: "Well, since it was Baron Ignatz who said it, I have no reason not to believe it. I was just a little abrupt. It seems that it was indeed a misunderstanding, and there is no need to record it. .....”
"Then I can leave?"
"Okay, no problem." Vit nodded and stood up suddenly, walked behind Kawei, raised his hand and pressed on his shoulder, "But before leaving, I hope you can answer me a question."
"what is the problem?"
"No. 73 Basinger Street, where you live, how many rooms are there on the first floor of that building?"
"Four."
"Your 301 and Rosa's 302 are right next to each other, right?"
"right."
"You said you were sleeping at the time?"
"right."
"You didn't wake up when Rosa fell?"
"No."
"Then why after Rosa fell from the building, a pedestrian on the street said that he saw someone on the third floor sticking his head out and looking downstairs?" Witte is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, but his deep voice is particularly oppressive. "The location is right next to Rosa's 302!"
Kawei did poke his head out to take a look. After all, he had just arrived and he had to know why the siren was blowing downstairs.
Whether it was before or after the time travel, he had nothing to do with Rosa, and there was no need to hide in the first place. But the arrival of the man in black completely disrupted everything, and in the end he could only lie that he was sleeping.
Thinking of his identity and Werther's previous attitude, Kawei couldn't possibly confess the man in black, so he could only continue to insist: "I was too scared at the time, afraid that you would catch me back."
Kawei tightened his coat tightly and huddled up, looking particularly aggrieved: "Because there is an exam at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow, I quit my job and stayed at home to practice. If the exam is really delayed because of this, I... .I......"
"Inspector Witte."
Ignatz also stood up and said solemnly: "He can be regarded as half of my student, and I have the obligation to help him. If you don't have conclusive evidence in your hand, I hope you can let him go. A diligent artist and painter Young people practicing and studying human anatomy should not be treated like this."
Werther was empty-handed and had no evidence.
The only clue now is Rosa's diary, which contains a detailed record of a love affair. From the grand opening to the sad ending, it only lasted three months. Mainly because her boyfriend had a new love and wanted to break up, while Rosa wanted to keep him, and the relationship became entangled.
Judging from the motive, the boyfriend had no reason to kill. The tenants in No. 73 often saw a man in black coming and going.
However, now that there is no trace of the man in black, and Rosa's boyfriend can't be found, he can only find faults in the records of some inquiries, and ask Kawei to come over to continue questioning.
Now that Ignatz is putting pressure on him and he has no evidence in his hand, Werther can only let go: "Since the baron has said so, how can we keep him here? Come on, I will take you out. Just go out and tell the coachman, "Let's go." He takes you home.”
This seemingly reasonable approach actually reflects Werther's unwillingness.
Just over a minute on the road, he posed another "problem" to Carvey: "You should know about the Venus de Milo, which is now hidden in the Louvre Museum in France. It is the museum's treasure. "
"Yeah, I know. I've been lucky enough to see sketches by other famous painters."
"I have always had a question, and I have asked several painters before but got no answer. Since you call yourself a student of Baron Ignatz, you should know the human anatomy better than other art students, right?"
"This..." Kawei felt that he had stepped into a pit, "Probably."
"Where are the two arms of Venus de Milo broken?"
Kawei quickly pointed to his arm based on his memory: "Here..."
"Where is this?"
"The right hand is the middle and upper 1/3 of the upper arm, and the left hand is completely cut off from the acromion downwards."
Witte was not very satisfied with this answer: "Can you be more detailed? Artistic anatomy also studies muscle anatomy, right? Can you tell me which muscle it is?"
"Do you have to be specific?"
"Yes, you have to be specific, otherwise how can you be considered a student of the Baron."
Kawei nodded, mentally sorted out the order of the cross sections, then touched his upper and lower lips and started running the train:
"Venus's right arm has the biceps and brachialis muscles in the front, the triceps brachii in the back, and the humerus and two main blood vessels in the middle. The left arm is more complicated, the deltoid muscle is broken and split The shoulder joint capsule was broken, and the infraspinatus and teres minor muscles on the back of the shoulder were also broken. The triceps brachii must also be broken, as well as the deep brachial artery and posterior humeral circumflex artery..."
The more he listened, the worse his face became. Seeing that he was talking enthusiastically, he could only interrupt him: "Okay, okay, I understand, thank you."
"Oh, Detective, if you still have this kind of problem in the future, you can come to me again."
Werther was so embarrassed by the show that he could only clear his throat twice and ran to call the coachman to send him away as soon as possible. Suddenly, Ignatz from behind walked up and took his arm with one hand: "Detective, you go ahead and do your work first, I will just see him off."
