The criminal investigation capabilities of the 19th century were completely incomparable with those of modern times. Werther was very motivated but had no idea how to deal with Edward's disappearance.
Claire handed Arantha and Renee into Edward's hands in the store, and they got in the car and left, but no one was seen at the small hotel that was the destination.
If it were any other place, Werther would first question the possibility of the other party cheating on him. But having known Claire for such a long time, Werther knew very well what kind of person she was. This woman would not fight for money for some illusory things.
The other party is the French ambassador and spends money like water. As long as he hugs his thighs, he can lie down and make money. There is no need to mess up the matter. This sentence also applies to the two girls, because they need money more than Claire.
Now that no inconsistencies were found after an inquiry, Werther realized that the nature of the problem had changed, and Edward seemed to have lost contact before he even started whoring.
The place of search shifted from dark alley restaurants and hotels to roads and vehicles, and the person to be searched for changed from the proprietress Claire to an unknown coachman holding a riding crop.
"The coachman..."
Werther stood on the street in Hoints, looking at the carriage rolling through the mud in front of him, lost in thought.
Except for the different drivers, there is almost no big difference between the carriages walking on the street. How can we find the carriage that brought Edward and the secretary here last night?
He lit a cigarette for himself, looked up at the slowly dispersing smoke, and sorted out his thoughts.
He did know a few carriage drivers, but some of them were used exclusively by the police station, while others were wandering around the police station doing regular business.
The charging model of private hire carriages determines that short-distance carriages are definitely more profitable than long-distance carriages, so most carriage drivers will stop in areas where short-distance business is booming and do their own short-distance routes. For example, there are businesses around the hospital that deal with doctors and patients, there are suspects and police officers around the police station, and there are diners and chefs around the restaurants.
But Hoynz Street is not like other places, it is too chaotic here, God knows what kind of guy will get on the bus...
etc.
Werther's eyes narrowed as he thought of this.
Since there is no fixed coachman on Hoynz Street, the carriage that brought Edward here should usually wander around the embassy...
It doesn't seem right either.
If you had been wandering around the embassy, there was no way you wouldn't have recognized Edward's appearance. Even if Edward always rides in an official car, the secretary next to him has to ride in a private rental carriage.
If it were me, I wouldn't get in the car around the embassy.
Werther began to change his identity and regarded himself as a big shot like Edward who wanted to be sneaky.
Take the personal representatives of the Three Emperors, regardless of whether they are good or bad, at least they should not be too stupid. What I can think of, he must be able to think of, it should not be around the embassy... For a nobleman with a high position and a good salary, it is unrealistic to go too far, so the range should be within two or three blocks of the surrounding area.
Thinking of this, Werther threw away the small half of the cigarette butt in his mouth and stamped it out.
Although he had a general scope, his mind was still a little confused. After all, this is just a guess, and the surrounding area of two or three blocks is already very large. He definitely can't check it by himself.
After much deliberation, Werther finally called a carriage and walked the route last night to determine where to set off.
"To 14 Cecil Street."
"Okay, sit tight."
Cross Hoynzstraße and turn left into Stephansplatz and then onto the bustling Graben shopping street. After seeing the rows of small commodity markets, you can enter Handel Binhu Road along the river.
Going north along the Danube River, Cecil Street is right next to the bridge.
"Sir, your destination has arrived, 70 Helles, thank you."
The coachman stopped the carriage and was about to bend down to collect the money. He never thought that Werther had no intention of paying him: "I'm not going to get out of the car. I'll turn around and go back first."
"Um?"
Werther stared out the window and slowly raised his voice: "I said turn around and go back to Hoints Street where we just got on the bus. This time, walk slowly and don't rush."
This was the first time that the coachman met such a person. He neither picked up anyone nor got off the bus to do errands. Even if he really wanted to go out and relax, there was no need to choose this road. It was just a river, so there was so much to see. While he was puzzled, he also became more vigilant: "Sir, if you sit like this, you will be charged by the hour."
"Ok, I know."
Werther took out a 5-kronor note from his pocket and handed it out: "Is that enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough. You're so happy!" Seeing the money, the coachman immediately became energetic. "This is enough for you to visit half of Vienna."
"I'll get off the car after running two laps at most. You don't have to go shopping for that long." Werther handed over the banknotes and asked, "But the money is not free. You have to answer a few questions."
"Excuse me."
"Where were you at 9 o'clock last night?" Werther asked.
"at home."
"Home?"
"Yes. During the day, I solicit customers, so I naturally have to rest at home at night." said the coachman.
"So that's it..." Werther said thoughtfully, "Let's turn around and go back first."
"Yes, sir."
Since the expansion of Vienna, many coachmen have appeared on the streets. It is obviously impossible to meet the coachman from last night if you want to get on the bus. After questioning, he also found that there was not much contact between the coachman and the coachman. The carriage belonged to a leasing company, and they had a competitive relationship.
The incident related to the embassy was very difficult for Witte, especially for the police chief.
While Werther was "wandering" back and forth along the Danube River, the Vienna Police Department exploded. All daily work was suspended, and everyone, including the patrol officers, police chiefs, deputy chiefs, and even Musil, who was leisurely drinking tea in the autopsy room, had to go to the streets to find people.
The relationship between Fa and Ao was originally delicate, but the one sent by the emperor was the highest-level ambassador [1].
Now the ambassador is lost...
If this is said, it will bring shame not only to the French, but also to the Austrians. The oldest and most civilized super empire in Europe, which ranks among the top five in the world in terms of military strength and capital security, cannot even protect its ambassador.
"Absolutely outrageous!
! The director was so angry that he slammed the table, "This old Frenchman stayed in the embassy obediently, why did he lose it?" ? ? "
The people below dare not speak.
"Where's Delio?"
"I'm probably still looking into the Marshal's case."
The director sighed and looked at everyone again: "What about Werther? Why is he not in the bureau at the critical moment???"
"I was called away by people from the embassy early in the morning. I should be still looking for someone on Hoints Street now." The patrolman who had just returned to the police station said, "We asked people from the embassy and temporarily locked the target. In a brothel."
"It's all locked up, you won't take anyone?"
"We have searched high and low before and couldn't find anyone."
The director held his breath and glanced at the wall clock: "I went there all morning, and it's already ten o'clock now!
! Haven't found it yet? Can't he come back and say something if he doesn't find anyone? Why is there no news? ? ? "
Everyone: "..."
"Don't be stunned, go out and look for it!"
The director felt uncomfortable when he thought about the questions he would face from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Prime Minister and even His Majesty the Emperor. He felt very unhappy. There had been too many messy things recently, and he lost his temper with his subordinates more and more frequently. But fortunately, his mind was still clear.
"Everyone is temporarily divided into three groups. One group of five people will go to the embassy and search it all for me. At the same time, we will also see if there are any other clues in the embassy. The second group is also five people and will go to the place where Delio often goes. I found him in several places. Even if the marshal's son is really dead, he will not be as good as the French ambassador.
The remaining people are all in three groups. Let me go to Hoints Street and search door to door. If I see Werther, I will... forget it, don't call him back, just stay there and look for him. People. "
"yes!"
"I'll give you one afternoon. If you can't find Ambassador Edward, bring back all the relevant people. We have to give an explanation to the French Embassy. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
A tense atmosphere had filled the police station since the morning report. As the news gradually spread to the Hofburg Palace, everyone related to diplomacy began to become nervous.
The relationship between France and Austria has never only affected each other, but also affected Prussia next door and other surrounding countries. Reminiscent of what happened to Marshal's son Albert, many people felt that Prussia was behind it.
But before the eucalyptus is broken, this will only be used as an excuse to evade responsibility.
"Edward himself vetoed the original proposal to deploy some security forces around the embassy, and now he is solely responsible for it." Prime Minister Richard has always disliked the French, and naturally has no good impression of Edward. "But if it was really Prussia who did it, , the result turned out to be beneficial to us.”
"The French don't think so." Franz speculated on Edward's possible outcome, thinking of countermeasures one by one in his mind, "And the worst is not just these, I'm afraid that the idea came from the Prussians, but the executor But he’s Austrian.”
"I heard from the patrolman that he was just messing around with women."
"The reason is actually not important, the key is to see the person!" Franz said, "As long as the person is alive, everything will turn around. But if the person dies, then all the diplomatic fruits before will be in vain."
"What should we do now?"
"It looks like we need to do something big." Franz looked at the documents in his hand and thought of a person, "Look for your people to go to the Library of Heaven and call Major General Carrick." [2]
...
The tense atmosphere in the police station and the Hofburg Palace was well protected by the politicians and did not continue to spread outwards. Ordinary people continued to live their daily lives. For teachers and students at the University of Vienna, their daily life consists of teaching, learning and doing research.
Kawei also comes from a small citizen background and has no concept of the diplomacy of a major country. He was shocked by the disappearance of the French ambassador, but it was only a shock.
Major matters related to the relationship between France and Austria should be left to professionals, and I have no time to worry about it. After the shock was over, he had to do whatever he had to do. After all, what he was thinking about was his work.
It was disappointing not to see Fernand. Kawei reluctantly left Niujiao Street with a whole bag of kidneys, turned around, got on the carriage and came to the university.
From the gate to the underground laboratory, Kawei hurriedly walked all the way, and the bag stained with mottled blood dripped with blood along the way. If it hadn't been for the medical school campus he entered, I'm afraid it would have attracted a large crowd of onlookers.
Since he was exempted from several major courses, Cavill's main purpose in coming to medical school was experimentation.
The laboratory was empty except for Savarin, who was still working at the table.
The previous microbial experiment has come to an end, and the data and conclusions have been written into a thick report by him, which he is about to take the time to hand over to Kawei. Seeing that he came by himself, Savarin didn't have to make this trip.
He was holding a field mouse in his hand, looking at the bag with a look of astonishment on his face: "What is that in your hand?"
"Just bought fresh kidneys."
"Why did you bring so much money here?" Savarin had a bad premonition, "Where are you going to cause trouble?"
Kawei glanced at the laboratory: "Why are you alone today?"
"Mattik is a student, and unlike you, he has to go to class!" Savarin put the vole back into the cage, buried himself and wrote about its changes in physiological structure, "It's just some experimental observations anyway, I'm just People just need to do it slowly.”
"What about Koch?"
"The microbiology experiment was almost done, and the chemistry class was on, so he went to audit it."
"You're about to graduate and you're still auditing the first-year chemistry class?" Kawei complained and couldn't help but yawn. He was really tired after working on the corpse all night: "Since you are so free, why don't you help me first?" Just a favor."
"What to do?"
Kawei took a metal basin from the cupboard and poured all the kidneys he bought into it: "Crush them all for me."
"..."
Savarin has been working for Kawei for two months, and his food and accommodation are basically in the medical school. I usually commute between the dormitory and the laboratory, my life is extremely monotonous, and my work schedule is the same as that of a large 996 factory.
To be honest, this length of time was already better than that of almost 90% of workers. In a sense, it was indeed a blessing, but he still felt uncomfortable.
He also thought about complaining to Kawei, but he kept putting it off considering the reward. After all, the work here is related to small animals. Being able to earn five times the original income by accompanying the voles is definitely better than being ostracized in the hospital.
But today's mission seems a little different.
"I am a doctor who graduated from medical school after all. I am not a scientist but also a scientific research technician, not a butcher!"
"This is also scientific research." Kawei rarely walked to the vole cage, bent down and told his plan, "Didn't you always say that I was abusing them for the sake of medical development?"
Savarin snorted: "Experiments are worse than torture."
"Okay, whatever you say." Kawei teased a newborn rat cub and continued, "Crush these kidneys, mash them, and mash them into meat, and then slowly take a bite of the crumbs. Feed them by mouth.”
"???"
"I'm going to feed them some meat today."
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