Normally, most people's way of thinking is limited to the individual. No matter what it is, as long as it has nothing to do with them, as long as it doesn't penetrate their head like a hand-cranked craniotomy drill, they won't 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 cause unnecessary impulses in their hearts. As a result, all the people involved will change their usual attitude of not caring about other people's business and show their aggressive side.
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 may chat calmly about some news and gossip, and make some harmless jokes to each other. But today, the property in Andre's name tied them together, just like luring stray cats and dogs on the street with rare food.
"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 at 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. My mother died young and my father followed her there three years ago. The two of them had no contact with Andre. They only met him when they rented this house after coming to Vienna.
Andre's attitude towards Kawei remained that of an ordinary landlord and tenant, no different from anyone else, because being in arrears with rent all the time might be even worse.
In Kawei's mind, the concept of "illegitimate child" is nothing. But even so, he still refused to deny this "fact".
The main reason was that ten minutes ago, he was once again pressed into the back with a gun on the roadside. The same feeling forced him to return to Room 301, No. 73, and also forced him to recall the man he met when he first traveled through time, 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 has been shaved off his face and he speaks Low German with a Berlin accent, the way he does things is exactly the same.
The young man claimed to be a paralegal and sat next to Kawei. Kawei did not dare to speak 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, André Edmond, will deprive the two properties of No. 21 Whitegreen Street and No. 73 Basinger Street, Central City, including all personal effects [2] therein, such as cutlery, saddles, spurs and The clothing and items I used to wear were all passed down to my son, Kawhi Hines.
I hope that in his mind, this small legacy from an ordinary father will be precious. 】
"Here is the real estate part in his will, all belonging 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. There are probably more men named Shaden in Vienna than there are rats in this building. If we continue Counting the surnames, I’m sure I can meet several of them.”
The metaphor was very low-level, but Shaden couldn't care less.
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 Kawei's slightly cold right hand, and said excitedly: "The height and weight are about the same. 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, they wouldn't listen even if given the chance. They just looked like they were going to force them to go to the police station to report the fraud.
"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, winked 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 his eyes on 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 made him care was the small movement of picking his pocket. Looking at the water glass on the table, thinking of Mick's way of doing things, and thinking of the death of Rosa and Andre, Kaweki instinctively determined that "seasoning" had been put in the water.
Kawei didn't dare to drink, and the old man from 303 didn't dare to move either.
But this inheritance battle continues to consume other people's saliva. As long as the negotiation does not reach a conclusion, drinking water is only a matter of time.
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 need to drink water, but they are not satisfied with the taste of the water. First, he squeezed his burning throat tightly and said weak and dirty words. Then came abdominal pain and vomiting, and their mouths were blocked by the remnants of the breakfast mixed with blood. Finally, it became difficult to breathe, his limbs became limp, and he 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 they also have 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 shouted "It's a pity" in his heart and didn't have much reaction.
The old man from 303 was also prepared, his face was full of fear, and his eyes only dared to wander around him.
As for the other Shaden...
"What happened to them?"
"died."
"Why, why is he dead?"
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, he is a smart man. He would have died more easily if he didn't drink water."
Xia Den clearly felt the murderous intention, but he had no choice but to do so. His fate was not in his own hands.
Even though he escaped quickly enough, Shaden was kicked to the ground by the pouring assistant at the last moment. The opponent's methods were clean and neat, including circling, strangling, and kicking his knees all at once. His huge upper body strength hit Shaden's Adam's apple, instantly cutting off his oxygen.
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 more clearly: "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.”
Xia Deng's expression was painful, and his hands were waving wildly. He didn't know whether to resist the arm holding his throat or to express his regret. Anyway, he died soon.
"Poor boy."
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, wiped the corners of his eyes vaguely, then tore up the will and looked back to his side: "Mr. Carvey, I frightened you."
Kawei was very embarrassed: "Mr. Mick, actually I..."
"Do 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 approach of killing people if they don’t agree with each other!
"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 wasn't satisfied with the answer. , 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."
Seeing the muzzle of the gun heading toward the old man's forehead, Kawei suddenly spoke: "...I seem to know the reason for this."
