The fried meatball soup drizzled with butter was finally removed, and this time it was not even qualified to be left on the table, which was a pity for Werther who wanted to try something new. What was served instead was a Russian beet soup that the chef came up with on the spur of the moment.
Because the embassy usually eats very little vegetarian food, there was really no other fresh vegetables to be found after being closed for two days.
Originally, some boiled fish gravy was added to the soup to increase the umami flavor, but now the chef has learned a lesson and decided to make it vegan. No matter why my Marquis became like this, it was just right to get rid of the fishy smell.
As expected, this half-baked beet soup made with kvass, sorrel and beet leaves, paired with two corn and carrot breads, finally won the ambassador's praise and filled his stomach.
The meal ended hastily, but his conversation with Werther had just begun.
"That's a slaughterhouse, Mr. Sheriff. I can't figure it out from beginning to end, why such a place still exists in the elegant music capital." Edward's eyes were full of fear, "You can only understand it if you see it with your own eyes. In Plamon The moment I decided to betray me, I felt so desperate."
"Are all three of them dead?"
"Yesterday morning, as soon as the man came in, he hummed a tune, hung the two girls upside down in front of me and Plamon, bled them, and then cut them into pieces..."
The synaesthesia caused by the memory filled Edward's mouth with the smell of meat. Only a large amount of wine could filter out this strange taste: "Needless to say, that scene was more exaggerated than the surgical operations performed in the barber shop in the last century. .”
Witte's heart trembled. Since the introduction of ether anesthesia, painless surgeries have become mainstream. The thought of being cut alive is terrifying.
But he didn't have any more energy to care about the dead girls: "Is this implying that Plamon is not dead yet?"
"He is indeed not dead." Edward said calmly, "At least he was not dead before I was let go by that guy. Of course, if a person is left in a place like that, he will probably collapse if he survives."
His words were full of indifference and anger, and Werther could not help but realize one thing: Edward did not want to save his clerk, and even preferred to let him die.
For the next half hour, the French ambassador recounted the events in detail. Until the Vienna Police Chief and Del Rio visited together, he said nothing about ransoming and rescuing people, nor did he mention the amount of ransom demanded by the kidnappers. He even hinted at the stakes that he would "downsize the matter." The importance of trivial matters”.
Whenever he asked if he needed to save someone, Edward would watch in silence as the questioner said nothing, forcing others to change the subject first.
In his rhetoric, he was able to escape the clutches entirely because he won the final debate. The kidnappers believed Edward more and believed that he was the secretary, while poor Plamon was more like the ambassador, so they stunned Edward and threw him into the trash, waiting for him to get the ransom.
These contents from what the parties saw with their own eyes seem to be all the facts, but in fact there are still many unreasonable things.
Why did he kill the two girls but not the two men?
Since the two had a heated debate over the title of clerk, why did Edward come back in the end? Do we just rely on his explanation? Now that this step has been taken, if the two of them are tied together, the money they get will be more, so why waste so much effort.
What's more, both of them were wearing ordinary clothes, and there were people who spoke French everywhere in Vienna. Did the other party believe him when he said he was from the French Embassy?
There is another point that Witt, Delio and the director are most concerned about. This thing is very similar to the murder of the old marshal's son.
It's not that they want to think so. It's really impossible to imagine that there will be two murderers in the same city at the same time. If it was really the same person, since he could let Edward go for money, why didn't he do the same for Albert?
"Mr. Edward."
The chief always felt that it was inappropriate to leave Plamon alone: "I am the chief of the Vienna Police Department, and I have the obligation to ensure the security of this city and people's personal safety. No matter what the conflict is between you and Mr. Plamon, I still hope you can give us more details to help us determine the specific location of that room."
"That's all I know." Edward shook the glass and poured the last bit of red wine into his mouth.
"But there are too many doubts in what you said." The director continued, "If possible, I hope you can tell the details of that person's crime from beginning to end."
Edward shook his head and refused: "I'm tired, please go back."
"No! As an ambassador, you have to cooperate with our investigation." The director insisted, regardless of the objections of the foreign minister around him, "If a murderous demon appears in Paris, and we are the work of the Austrian Embassy in France Personnel, do you want to see us not cooperating?"
"I've told everything I know."
"No, not really." The director took the record book from the recorder on the side, pointed to the contents inside and said, "We have removed some of the contents that are unfavorable to you according to your instructions."
These words are somewhat threatening, and every word carries risks, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you must take a gamble.
Plamon, a first-class clerk, was nothing compared to an ambassador, but in terms of power, he was not a minor official. After the matter comes to an end, Edward can clear up all the details of Plamon's disappearance, and it will be the police department that takes the blame for the embassy in the end.
Coupled with the pressure from the old marshal, the director was so angry that he was about to collapse.
Edward put down his wine glass, stood up, and prepared to return to the study, "If I don't do what you say, will you write down all the contents?"
The director didn't reply and looked very unhappy.
"If you dare to write it, I will sue you for libel!" Edward smiled and said, "I think even His Majesty the Emperor is more willing to believe my words."
"It doesn't matter, you can sue, because by then I might have gone back to my hometown to grow potatoes." The director's response was decisive, with no intention of compromise, "I am just a civilian, I will die, but I can still eat in prison." Get free meals. And your reputation is not that easy to repair..."
In the past, Edward would have taken off the dueling sword on the wall and fought to the death with the director to show his strength.
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But now, after experiencing the thin line between life and death, he cherishes his life even more.
"I appreciate your work attitude." Edward returned to his seat and asked the servant to bring another bottle of wine, "but I don't like your attitude when talking to me."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ambassador."
"It doesn't matter. Since you want to know the truth so much, I can tell you the truth..." Edward filled his glass with wine, "But one thing you need to understand is that I really don't know that room. Where, from beginning to end, I only entered and exited that door after being knocked unconscious."
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Things have to start from yesterday morning.
At that time, the kidnapper was wearing a leather mask and walked into the room. A full seven hours had passed since he last saw these four people. He caught up on his sleep and filled his stomach with a hearty breakfast, ready to start the day's work.
The job content is very simple, which is to satisfy your inner desires in the most direct way.
He was very excited to have two pairs of bad guys and girls in one night. The first thing he had to deal with was naturally the shameless girls. No matter how you look at it, doing that kind of thing with a man on the banks of the Danube at night is unforgivable.
It's still the same routine as before, first inject a large amount of anticoagulant, cut the carotid arteries on both sides, and then use a unique tilted wooden bed to drain the blood. One advantage of this approach is that after the blood dries, the corpse will look particularly clean, much cleaner than when they were alive.
Pleading and screaming can only be the basis for the next series of tasks. No excuses or rhetoric can change the fate of the two people's deaths.
The murderous butcher sat quietly next to the two of them, humming a cheerful song while enjoying the curtain call of their sinful life amidst the shouts that gradually weakened and disappeared. To him, dividing a person into 21 pieces was a form of divine purification.
For Edward and Plamon, this was more terrifying than shooting each other with guns on the battlefield.
This is also the reason why Plamon abandoned Edward to tell the truth. No one wants to die inexplicably at the hands of a madman, or in such an animal-like way, it is too aggrieved.
The director has taken over many cases and is even more experienced than Witte, who is good at judgment: "How could such a madman let you go?"
Edward also knew that there was the biggest flaw here, because the butcher had no interest in the identities of the two of them, and letting him go was entirely out of his own considerations. It's just that this kind of consideration is beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and the reason is disgusting.
"I'm of no use to him, that's all."
"It's useless? The secretary is actually more useful than the French ambassador? What kind of logic is this?"
"Looking now, there may be some pity and sympathy." Edward recalled the look in the man's eyes and sighed, "Do you really think that the title of ambassador is meaningful to him? What he wants is a simple person, and in people In this regard, especially men, I...I really can't compare with Plamon."
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In fact, the two men stopped arguing about the ownership of the clerk very early, because the butcher didn't want to hear it at all. What he had to do was to take care of the two female corpses, carry a wooden bucket and give them enemas, and just wait to clean them before enjoying some special parts of their bodies.
From the little tune he hummed, it was easy to tell that the butcher was full of expectations for this process.
"I participated in the Franco-Austrian War, but I left the front line after only leaving for a month." Edward said, "At that time, a bullet happened to hit me. I had emergency surgery and cut off the pill on one side. The other one was shot. There is actually a problem with the side, the size is obviously much smaller.”
"Could he really be interested in croquettes?" Werther immediately thought of the croquette soup just now. No wonder he felt nauseous.
"Maybe." Edward's memory came to mind again, "Just a few hours ago, the remaining one of mine almost died with him. You haven't seen the way he looked at us, just like the way Detective Witte looked at us. Just like a bowl of soup.”
food!
To that man, men were just food in his mouth, and he was a very picky eater: "You mean he's going to swallow it all?"
"I only know that Plamon's body has been cut off. I don't know what will happen next." Edward did not deny it. "His screams are still echoing in my ears, but I can only sit with my hands tied behind my back." In the corner, there’s nothing you can do.”
"It is true that some people eat people for various reasons, but they are a very small number."
"It's a pity that I encountered this rare person. Not only that, he also wanted to cut off Plamon's..." After saying this, he drew two circles on his chest with his hand, "I understand. What do I mean?"
Both Witte and the director understood the meaning of his action, but they still didn't understand the logical relationship.
"Don't ask me, I don't understand either." At this time, Edward put down his wine glass and stood up, "I've finished saying what I should say, I've finished saying what I shouldn't say, and I've finished answering all your questions. Now you can Will you let me go back to my room?"
...
The items here seem to have some clues. According to Edward's description, the room is likely to be located in a slaughterhouse in the city. For Witte, who often goes to and from the city, the one he is most familiar with is Cowfoot Street in the Hoints neighborhood.
On the other side, Morasso, who serves as the buffer zone between Franz and Edinson, is still in a state of distress.
In order to solve the pharmaceutical company's problem, he had to go to the problem itself and ask for a solution.
"Are you going to cancel the pharmaceutical company's supply qualification?" Kawei was surprised after hearing this. "Isn't he going to use those new drugs?"
"should be."
"It's ridiculous. Without sodium citrate, there is no way to transfuse blood. Oxytocin is also a very powerful blood pressure drug. There are also various disinfectants, and even methylene blue is on the purchase list."
Kawei repeatedly thought about the relationship between Edinson and Laszlo, and found that there was no overlap. He quickly understood that the other party was always unhappy with him: "Wait a minute, is he still brooding about that debate?" Bar."
"I don't care what the conflict is between you, but you have to find a way." Morazo said, "Otherwise, I can only repay what he said."
Kawei does not want to have further disputes with Edinson. Even if the pharmaceutical company misses this large order, it can still make huge profits from other drugs in the future. But the Austro-Prussian War was not just business, it also carried a series of drug and surgical experiments. The lack of these drugs would constrain Kawei everywhere.
Since Edinson used the medical committee to suppress him, he could use Morasso's current status to suppress him.
"Earl, you are the chief inspector now, so you should have the final say." Kawei suggested.
"I have the final say?" Morasso laughed at himself as if he was watching a joke, "This is not a charge and I don't understand medical treatment. How can you let me have the final say?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Kawei pointed at himself, "I understand."
