On May 5, a full six hours had passed since Justina's surgery. In front of the French Embassy in Austria, Edward saw off several distinguished guests at tonight's banquet and went back to his room to change his clothes.
He took off many unnecessary accessories, such as bow tie, cane, high-grade silk handkerchief and high-end high hat. His clothes were changed into a coat and shirt combination similar to ordinary people. His pants were not as eye-catching as he was wearing just now. I chose an old pair of jodhpurs bought at a street stall and a pair of second-hand short boots.
Anyway, there is only one principle, keep everything simple, so as to deceive others.
The secretary also made some changes, changing the relationship between the two from superiors and subordinates to ordinary friends common on the street. They sneaked out of the embassy through the back door, and instead of rushing to call for a taxi, they walked south for another block and a half before getting into a carriage and driving southeast.
The target is none other than the most famous Hoynz Strasse.
Hoints Street is dark at night, and the occasional light serves all kinds of violence and sensory stimulation. If fighting is the main means of communication after drinking, then women are an important catalyst for such communication. Coupled with all kinds of exciting leftover materials, this street is full of a different kind of attraction.
And in the daytime, the darkness dissipated, and the businessmen who had stayed behind closed doors at night took to the streets again, and the screams of hawking began to echo in everyone's ears.
There is no elegance like the Ring Road here, let alone being protected by the so-called law and police. What is there is just the scheming and courage to spare no effort to survive.
To be honest, based on the belongings the two of them may have carried, Werther had reason to believe that Edward and his close secretary had probably been killed. As for the bodies, not far to the north is the Danube River. When the ice and snow melt in spring, once the two of them enter the water, they will be washed downstream without anyone noticing.
This is a very common way to deal with the aftermath in Hoints Street. Normally, there is no way to control it and no one cares about it.
But now because the victim has changed, the police department’s attitude has to change as well.
Werther was woken up by two reporters from the embassy early in the morning. They said that Ambassador Edward and Secretary Plamon could not be found, and they directly raised the matter to the political and diplomatic level. When asked where the two of them went that night, they only said that they had invited someone to have a sumptuous dinner together, and then nothing more happened. All the subsequent questions were answered without knowing anything.
It wasn't until Witte said that he would take people to thoroughly inspect the embassy that they vaguely revealed a clue: the woman on Hoints Street.
Ambassadors are men too and have needs, so it is not illegal to go to Hoyntz Street. But since you have gone, you have to bear the risk of going there. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes in that place, and everyone is there. The ruffians don't understand ambassadors and secretaries. They only have money in their eyes.
Werther did not wake up, but his thoughts were still clear.
People are missing, and what the police are looking for is the last person who saw them, and judging from the time, it was that dinner. Unfortunately, due to their identities, the two reporters only knew who was coming, but neither of them attended.
After getting the list, Witte couldn't find Alphonse and had to focus on Kavi first. He sent someone to Hoints Street to find out the information, and he went to the Municipal General Hospital to inquire about the situation.
Who knows that apart from the Roche Shuat Restaurant, the Municipal General Hospital is the closest to the police station.
However, in fact, everyone at the dinner got into the car and left the embassy together. As for the time, Kawei had everyone from the hospital testify, Alphonse also had a waiter from his own restaurant, and Edinson and Carl on the other side were even less likely to turn back. gone back.
Werther was walking on Hoints Street and didn't understand what Kawei meant: "Why? Are you so sure?"
"There are only two reasons for sneaking back, to have fun together, or to take revenge. In fact, Mr. Edinson and Ambassador Edward just have a small conflict. It is impossible to continue playing and to get revenge, not to mention there is a man sitting next to him. Where is Minister Karl.”
Kavi explained while looking around: "It's really messy here in the morning."
"After all, there are so many people living around here that the vendors have to squeeze in here."
"It's not just about squeezing..."
Suddenly, Kawei and Werther tightened their waist and leg muscles almost at the same time and stopped urgently. As the sound of liquid pouring was heard in the air, everyone on the street stepped back. In an instant, there were screams, curses and insults directed at the resident upstairs.
The curses were pushed to the top with the rising dust and stench. A few unlucky guys who were covered in feces and urine were so angry that they picked up the guys next to them and broke in through the door.
Soon, a full-scale martial arts show was staged in front of Werther.
Fists and feet are obviously not enough. The finger tiger, stick and dagger carried with him are the main force.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see." Vit pulled Kavi toward the back street. "Don't be surprised. As long as no guns are used here, we will pretend we didn't see anything. Sometimes we even encourage them to do this for us. A lot of work has been shared.”
"Forehead......"
In fact, this farce was settled in the blink of an eye, and the uproar it aroused was not even comparable to the curses uttered by the vendors as they competed to sell their goods and the carriage drivers fought for their way. In such a beautiful and elegant Vienna, it is estimated that only the Hoints neighborhood can have such a medieval style.
...
The two patrol officers who came to check on the situation were very punctual. Werther and Kawei stayed at the meeting place for more than ten minutes before receiving news about them.
"The carriage left from Hoyntz Street from south to north?"
"Hmm...probably so."
Werther was a little angry: "What do you mean it should be?"
"The lights are too dim at night, so I can't see clearly." The patrol police couldn't help it. Finding people has always been a problem for them. "And they were all far away. They could only barely make out the appearance of the clerk. He was tall and thin. He has long curly hair, wears decent clothes, and spends a lot of money."
"Which house did they go to?" Werther asked, looking at the dark alley at the corner of the street.
"Go in and turn right on No. 8."
Vittor nodded and ordered: "This matter must be reported as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll go back and see the director right now."
"You really have to go find the chief, at least let him know about this. But it's not enough. Time is urgent. You two act separately." Witte said, "You go back to the police station alone, and after you go to the Roche Shuat restaurant Ask Chef Alphonse for questioning. The other one goes directly to Minister Karl, or goes directly to the Military Affairs Office to explain the situation."
Werther's handling was very appropriate. At least in terms of attitude, the Vienna Police Department corrected its position. As for whether the two have been killed or are just tired from playing and sleeping, let the decision be left to the leaders above.
After the patrolman left, Witt wanted to take Kavi into the alley.
"I'm not a policeman, why should I go there?" Kawei shook his head.
Werther was puzzled: "Then why are you following me?"
"I'm going to Niujiao Street in front." Kawei pointed to the intersection not far away, "My patient's store is open there."
Werther didn't say anything more, just sighed and turned around and plunged into the dark alley.
...
In the 19th century, meat processing was still in the transitional period between primitive and modern. Large-scale breeding farms outside the city had begun to take shape, while the city was still a retail empire of slaughterhouses. The two have a cooperative relationship, but they are also competing for each other's territory.
Fernand is a very famous butcher on Niujiao Street. He runs his own slaughterhouse and provides the freshest meat to many merchants.
Every weekend is when the slaughterhouse purchases large quantities of goods. Before the Kawi people arrive, they can already hear the excited screams of the livestock. However, when he actually stepped onto the streets of Niujiao Street, he could truly appreciate how dirty it was.
The soft mud underfoot suddenly turned dark red due to the clotted blood of livestock all year round. Everywhere was filled with a strange stench of fat, rotten flesh and blood.
If you accidentally encounter some rushing carriages while walking, the splash of mud can ruin the good mood of the day.
Kawei asked as he walked and found Fernand's butcher shop.
"Boss? The boss is not here." A young man wearing a black leather skirt skillfully lifted a leg of lamb and chopped it into several sections with a machete. "I came here at noon yesterday to finish delivering goods to a few old customers of the restaurant. Then he went home.”
"What time does he usually come?" Kawei kept shaking the flies buzzing around him with his hand, "I want to see him."
"I don't know about that." The young man just sells meat. "Ever since he had a lithotripsy operation, the boss doesn't come to the store very often. I don't know exactly when he will come, but he will come to check the accounts from time to time. I don't know the specific time. Not sure."
"Do you have his address?" The surrounding environment is all in Kawei's eyes. Under such conditions, it is very difficult to make a good incision. "I am his surgeon."
The young man was stunned and looked Kawei up and down. He seemed to have never seen a doctor who came to such a ghost place for home treatment: "Since the boss's wife left, he sold the original house and moved back to the shop. Live. But I haven’t seen anyone recently, and I don’t know where I went.”
Kawei was a little disappointed, this trip was in vain.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The young man cut the meat hard, "If you don't have any more, don't delay my business."
"No more." Kawei looked at the items on the butcher stall and said suddenly, "But I want to buy something before I leave."
Just as the young man was about to issue an order to expel the guests, he raised his machete in mid-air and suddenly stopped the car: "Buying something? Do you want to buy meat? This is the best beef and mutton in Vienna. Although there is less pork, it is also high-quality. We still have Responsible for processing chicken and duck meat, whether it is slicing, dicing or mincing..."
"I want to buy some kidneys." Kawei was not interested in the meat. "Fresh kidneys that have just been cut."
"kidney???"
...
Werther on the other side turned into the alley and arrived at his destination shortly after, and gently knocked on the door.
Based on his work experience, most of the secret restaurants in this area have to sell him some face. However, perhaps because of his new arrival, as soon as the door was opened, a cursing man stretched out his arms and pushed Werther several meters away.
"We don't accept guests early in the morning!"
"I'm Werther, I'm looking for your boss lady." Seeing the fierce look on his face, Werther thought of the troublesome things he had to deal with, and thought it would be better to have less to do than to do more, "Forget it, let Claire come out, I'm right here Wait for her."
"What about Witkat? I don't know him, and he still wants the boss lady to come out..."
The doorman stuck his head out and looked around. Just as he was about to close the door, he received a solid punch in the face, his neck hit the edge of the door, and he fell on Werther in pain: "Where did you get your head? Qing, why can’t I figure out the situation until now?”
Werther threw his fat body into the door, and did not forget to take a look at the number plate on the door. After confirming that it was number 8, he walked into the house and closed the door.
The janitor was ignorant, so as the boss, Claire naturally had to apologize and explain. It was just a busy night. She was still wearing loose pajamas, her hair was draped messily on her shoulders, and she was very tired: "Inspector Witte, calm down, you're just a new guy."
"This is a big deal, and our men have just come to ask questions. Can you please restrain yourself?"
"Ah, my detective, this is not your first time in this wretched place, how can you restrain yourself? Besides, they are both wearing police uniforms, but you are not." Claire lit a cigarette for himself and leaned against him. Half a bottle of wine was shaken out at the counter and he poured himself a glass. "Detective, would you like some?"
"No need." Werther asked, "Were those two young ladies who called you last night?"
"Yes, it's Ambassador Edward and his accompanying secretary." Claire told the truth directly, "I specially said hello in advance and called our...hiss...those two girls. What's your name? Why can't I remember it all of a sudden?"
"Alantha and Renee." The man next to him who was keeping accounts interjected.
"Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory." Claire was a little happy, but also a little disappointed. "Alantha and Renee are gentle and considerate, and have good figures. What two beautiful girls. One night I earned a total of 300 crowns, but...sigh...but as soon as the sun came up, the people just disappeared."
The names of the people matched, the identities matched, and even the name of the girl who was not very important at first also appeared.
According to the carriage route obtained from the inquiry, after Edward picked up the girl at Hoints Street, he would go north along the Danube River to an unknown small hotel to have a good time. If what the landlady said is correct, the next stop is to go to this hotel to find out the whole story.
"Hotel? Is it the hotel they originally planned to go to?" Claire yawned, smiled bitterly, and said, "There's no need to go, I run that place too, and the store manager found it before dawn. I."
"Looking for you?"
"Yes, if the big French client that we promised didn't show up, he would have to come and find me." Claire exhaled the smoke, "otherwise, how would the French embassy know that its ambassador is missing?"
