Rats were a nightmare throughout Europe, but European residents at this time did not know this. They were still happy to find something to entertain them in their spare time.
There's nothing more stress-relieving than watching a hound tear apart rats, crushing them one by one into pulp with the soles of his feet.
Seeing the black rats scurrying around in the wooden fence, listening to the popping sounds of the meatballs exploding, or taking a step back and listening to their screams, everyone on the sidelines will go crazy. .
Except Kawi.
He thought that the war between rats and humans would be some interesting activity, but he did not expect that it would be a killing competition with time as the criterion for victory. Moreover, this kind of killing has no technical content and is purely based on excitement.
Rats are the dirtiest animals. The splattered blood and flesh will spread the pathogenic bacteria in their bodies everywhere. There were no antibiotics in the 19th century, so getting infected would be very troublesome.
Kawei pays great attention to his daily life and has brought over all his original habits.
He only drinks water that has been boiled. Washing his hands with alkaline soap is his favorite thing to do. From time to time, he will use a cloth to wrap his mouth and nose. When faced with 100 rats that were about to be bitten open in such a small environment, Kawei chose to escape.
After escaping from the tavern, he even felt a little regretful.
This entertaining game also made Kawei feel for the first time how difficult it was to live in the 19th century. It was great not to get sick.
I thought it had been a week since I traveled through time, and maybe it was too smooth, so I wasn't cautious enough. If it hadn't been for the cold weather in March, he might have been bitten several times by fleas in the basement, which happened to be a major way the plague spread.
Kawei stood on the street, his mind was confused.
His first thought was where he would live.
Basinger Street was filthier than the wards of the City General Hospital and was filled with rats. Although it is usually invisible, if you put the "steel teeth" in, you might be able to see a pile of small corpses the next day.
There was no way he was going to get a dog, the only thing he could do was get out of there as quickly as possible.
Coupled with Alina's request, Kawei already has a sufficient purpose to get rid of Mick. What he needs now is a reason. The daily bandage-changing care of Laszlo and Morasso should be able to stop his mouth.
Whether it works or not, you won’t know until you try it.
The next thing that comes to mind is experiments. The upcoming oxytocin experiments also involve a large number of rodents.
He didn't care before because he had already made a lot of preparations. Thick cloth gloves and face coverings were standard equipment. If possible, he could also buy himself a pair of glasses to prevent blood splatter.
But now that I think about it, these may not be enough.
He had to hurry up to enroll in school. Only by staying in school could he have the capital to experiment with peace of mind. And those professors who are still confused by the causes of infectious diseases also need some guidance of their own.
After two consecutive waves of pessimistic thinking, Kawei still reacted and gave himself some optimistic thoughts.
Europeans are still very "experienced" with the Black Death. There have been no reports on WYN so far, which shows that the situation is not bad. However, there are hundreds of pathogenic microorganisms in mice, so you still have to be careful.
Mudd, never come to this ghost place again.
"Kavi? What's wrong with you?" Berget, who also came out with the same aversion to the basement, asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
It's really uncomfortable.
"Uh, no, I just want to get some air." Kawei smiled awkwardly, "I'm really into mice..."
"Actually, I do too." Berget sighed and immediately added, "But the boxing match just now was quite interesting."
"Why do they like looking at these things so much?"
"Actually, it's good to be here." Bergt thought of an incident that happened four months ago: "Mr. Hans is the kind of person who is not afraid of sweet and salty, and can tolerate anything as long as he has an appetite. Appearance. Compared with the black boxing matches I was taken to before, the taste here is much lighter."
The game ended quickly. Gang Ya ended the battle in 5 minutes and 28 seconds, once again breaking through his own limit.
It brought the boss nearly 300 crowns in income, and the reward was two pieces of meat totaling less than 3 crowns.
Five well-known young men, dressed in poor clothes, left the tavern dejectedly. At first glance, they looked just like the drunken gamblers on the street corner.
"Lost again..."
"It's okay, we won the bet last time."
"That's because the weapons given in the lottery were so lucky." Hans defended. "Dual-wielding machetes versus a pair of bare hands, and the place is so small, it's hard not to win."
"Maybe we should do the opposite?"
"If that's the case, maybe..."
Kawei didn't have time to discuss gambling routines with them. What he cared about was how to explain to Mick the reason why he needed to move after returning to No. 73.
As long as Mick has a little common sense, he should know that the care work of Laszlo and Morazo is definitely much more important than writing the code book in No. 73. But Mick never plays his cards according to common sense, so how should he face it if he refuses.
Suddenly, there was a burst of curses in the tavern behind him.
After a while, a man was kicked and kicked out. Then, a group of thugs came out with glass bottles and iron rods in their hands.
"Good guy, Fuleni, I didn't expect to see you here. It doesn't matter if you don't pay back the money you owe, but you still dare to come to the boxing match?" The leading thug threw away the bottle in his hand and stepped forward to kick it. He kicked his legs and said, "You have been dragging your feet for a whole month. I advise you to pay back the money quickly."
"I...I have no money."
"No money?"
The gangster winked at the man behind him, took an iron rod, and without a word, smashed it directly into his knee. Perhaps it was the alcohol that played a role, but the man named Fuleny didn't have time to hide and received two solid blows.
Suddenly there were screams in the street, and the calf he was curling up in his arms seemed to be not his, and his toes turned in a strange direction.
"I extracted three of your teeth last time, and now you have lost one of your legs. If you don't pay back the money, don't blame us for coming to ask for money."
The boss in everyone's mouth didn't care about his screams, and just stated the rules of this street: "You should understand the rules. If your family has no money, then you will have no choice but to sell your wife."
"Sell?"
"You don't need me to teach you how to sell. There are many places on this street that accept people. It's up to you to decide."
"But she, she's in the hospital."
"We don't dare to go to the hospital. There are too many dignitaries there, and it's not good to cause trouble. But as soon as we get out of the hospital and return home, it's not up to you."
The boss threw the stick, spat on the man, and sent a group of men with evil smiles back to the tavern: "Brothers, I'll pay for today! There will be more exciting games in the middle of the night, let's continue drinking!"
The matter was seen by those five people.
Apart from Hans, Frenny was an acquaintance of theirs, Nora's bastard husband.
In fact, this man was already famous in the hospital long before Carvey and Werther drove him away. After Nora was diagnosed with a narrow birth canal, Berget and the others also met him. He was proficient in all things cheating, cheating, robbery, gambling, alcoholism, and domestic violence. He was simply a hexagonal scumbag.
Since Nora became pregnant and was hospitalized, the family has lost her share of the maid's income, and Fleny, who is used to living a carefree life, begins to borrow money from everywhere.
The current ending is entirely his own fault.
But what should Nola do?
According to Bergt's own character and the old-time knightly dedication he inherited from his uncle, he would definitely have to teach them a lesson if this happened, and of course Fuleny would also have to teach them a lesson.
But Sarson and Mellen, who know better about gray areas, would never agree.
"They're just a bunch of rats!" Sarson pulled on Bergt's coat and persuaded, "Aren't you addicted to watching the game and want to enter on your own?"
"Of course! I want to tear them apart one by one like steel teeth!"
"You wake up!" Meren also advised him, "If it wasn't surrounded by wooden boards, would it be possible to kill so many rats?"
"The rich have their own ways of playing, and the poor have their own rules. We can't control it, and we can't control it." Sarson walked directly to Begut and pushed him back. "Hurry up, it's too big here." It’s messy and not suitable for us.”
"Yes, I have to go, let's go eat... Kawei, you should follow me~"
"Oh, got it."
Kawei, who was standing aside, could do nothing but lament Nola's misfortune.
He neither has Berget's impulsive personality nor does he have Sarson's or Melen's understanding of the bottom. At the same time, because of his career, he is not as aloof as Hans. After all, he was a patient about to go to the operating table, so he was somewhat touched.
However, these feelings are not strong, and Kawei also knows that things cannot be changed casually. And Fuleni is really annoying enough that he doesn't even bother to look at it.
Anyone who encounters such a bastard wants to go up and beat him up, which actually makes him care more about the big brother who beats people.
So while Beget and the others were still discussing whether they should go up and have a fight, Kawei discovered that the eldest brother did not follow his men back to the tavern, but after sending everyone in, he bent aside alone. dark alley.
There wasn't much light on the street, and it was even darker in the dark alley.
Under the faint light of the oil lamp at the door of the tavern, Kawei still saw two figures in the dark, one tall and one short.
Their backs were to the street corner, and they had very common figures. Kawei glanced at them and was not interested in taking a closer look. Just when he was about to leave with several companions, the tall man suddenly stood half a step forward, revealing half of his face on the left side.
This is half a face that Kawi will remember for a lifetime.
Mick?
...
At 11 o'clock in the evening, Kawei returned home.
He was really tired these past two days. He didn't sleep well last night and had another busy day today. This thin body really couldn't hold on. Even though he had dozed for half an hour in the carriage, he was still very tired, and all he could think about was the hard board bed at home with little flexibility.
Kawei had just stepped onto the stairs to the third floor when the sound of the door opening creaked. Immediately after, there were footsteps at the end of the corridor. He moved forward slowly with Kawei, and finally met at the door of 301: "You are finally back."
"Forehead......"
Kawei showed no reaction, took out the key and started to open the door.
"I can wait from seven o'clock until now." 303 walked up behind him, with the intention of walking in together, "There are a lot of things going on today, we have to hurry up."
Kawei looked uncomfortable and shook his hand faster than a rattle: "Forget it for today, I'm very tired and I need to rest."
Seeing what he said, 303 immediately stepped forward and stopped at the door. He smiled and tapped his forehead lightly with his finger: "I think it's better to finish today's work quickly. If Mr. Mick knows that you are so lazy, he will be angry." of."
Kawei recalled the percussion gun that was pressed against the old man's head before, and could only nod helplessly: "Come in."
303 is right, there are indeed many things going on today.
Room 102, where the man died, is still sealed by the police station, but Rosa's case has been settled. Within a few days of the rental sign being put up, people came to ask for the price. Originally, 303 had already chosen two people. By sending a letter to Mick tomorrow, they could determine who the tenant would be.
But who knew that in the evening, Mick's letter came.
"He wants to arrange for someone to come over."
"who?"
"I don't know." 303 said, "I heard that they will move in tonight at the earliest and tomorrow at the latest. Let us keep an eye on it."
"Um, tonight? It's already 11 o'clock."
"It feels like it should be tomorrow."
"Just keep an eye on it." Kawei nodded and asked, "Then what?"
"Then, that annoying Inspector Witte came again, searched the scene again, and didn't come to me. I guess there was no gain." 303 said, "I've seen that the 102 sign can be put out in two days."
"Well, is it still the old price of 250 Helles?"
"That's it."
Then 303 talked about some trivial matters. Kawei was taking notes quickly. Next, he needed to write the code book again. It was estimated that he would finish it at 2 o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, you don't have to get up early tomorrow. It's okay to sleep in until 9 o'clock.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Before Kawei could ask, the door was easily opened with the key.
Standing at the door were two men in black. The tall and lanky one was Mick, and the short man on the other side was an unexpected person for Kavi. Kawei tried his best to suppress his surprised expression, but the man next to Mick was not so skillful.
"What's wrong?"
"He and I......"
Mick looked at him, a little surprised: "Do you know each other?"
"We met on the street last night." Kawei explained. "It seems that at this time, in front of Rosh Shuart Restaurant, I remember Mr. Li Ben reported it to the police."
Li Ben was obviously unhappy about reporting this matter: "Both each other."
"So that's it."
Mick didn't have a fit, he didn't pull out the gun and put it to the other person's head, he didn't yell, or ask for details. He just handed the person into the hands of Kawei and 303 like an ordinary person and prepared to leave.
Making someone who was originally abnormal become normal means that this Li Ben doesn't seem to be normal either.
But Kawei was not interested in him. He only cared about whether he could leave this hellish place: "Mr. Mick."
"I have to go back first and talk about it later if I have anything else to do."
Mick sent people into 302 next door and was about to leave, but Kawei still pestered him: "No, Mr. Mick, this matter is very important to me."
