Chapter: 297
"Look at their arms and their legs, they're just like matchsticks." Leonard sighed and entered No. 134 with three floors first.
All kinds of mixed-smelling gases immediately penetrated into Klein's nostrils. He could vaguely distinguish the smell of urine, sweat, damp mustiness, and the smell of burning coal and wood.
Unable to resist, he raised his hand to cover his nose, and Klein saw Beachy Mountbatten waiting here.
The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhood had a brown beard and was full of flattery towards Leonard, who showed his identity as an inspector.
"Sir, I've asked Lauvis to wait in the room." Beachy Mountbatten laughed with a slightly shrill unique voice.
He obviously didn't recognize Klein, who had become much more energetic and decent. He only cared about currying favor with the three officers, and led them into the Laoweisi's house on the first floor.
This is a single-room house, with two-story bunk beds on the innermost side, a table on the right, where paste, cardboard, and other items are placed, baskets full of matchboxes piled up in the corner, and dilapidated cupboards on the left , both clothes and tableware.
There are stoves, toilets, a small amount of coal, wood and other things crowded on both sides of the door, and there are two dirty floors in the center. A man is sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt that has rotted out holes, making it almost impossible to get off.
On the lower bunk of the bunk bed, a woman was lying there, her skin was cold and gloomy, and she had obviously lost all her life.
Beside the corpse, sat a man in his thirties with greasy and disheveled hair. His expression was sluggish, and his eyes lost their luster.
"Lauvis, these three police officers are here to examine the corpse and ask you something." Beachy Mountbatten shouted loudly, not caring about the fact that there were still people sleeping on the ground.
The sluggish man looked up feebly, and asked in surprise, "Didn't you check this morning, did you ask?"
He was wearing a gray-blue work uniform, with many stitches on it.
"Answer as long as you are asked, there are so many questions!" Beachy Mountbatten reprimanded the other party severely, and then smiled at Leonard, Klein, and Frye, "Sir, that is Lauvis, On the bed was his wife, that is, the deceased, after our preliminary examination, he died of a sudden illness."
Klein and the others stepped on their toes and walked to the bed from the gap between the floors.
Frye, with a high nose and thin lips, and a cold demeanor, did not speak, but patted Lauvis softly, signaling him to get out of the way so that he could examine the corpse himself.
Klein glanced at the man sleeping on the ground, and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"
"I, my tenant." Lauvis scratched his scalp and said, "This room costs 3 soli and 10 pence a week. I'm just a dock worker. My wife pastes a basket of matchboxes to get two and four. One-tenth of a penny, 1 basket, yes, more than 130 boxes, we, we have children, I can only rent the spare space to others, a floor shop only costs 1 soli a week..."
"I have a tenant who is helping with the set in the theater. He won't rest before 10 o'clock in the evening, so he sold the right to use the floor during the day to this gentleman. He is the person who guards the theater gate at night. Well, he only uses Pay 6p a week..."
Listening to the other party's rambling introduction, Klein couldn't help looking at the basket in the corner for a moment.
With more than 130 boxes of baskets, you only earn 2.25 pence, which is almost the price of two pounds of black bread... How many baskets can you make in a day? (Note 1)
Leonard looked around and asked, "Did anything unusual happen a while before your wife died?"
Lauvis, who had answered similar questions long ago, pointed to his left chest and said, "Since last week, um, maybe last week, she often said that it's stuffy here and she can't breathe."
Signs of heart disease? Normal death event? Klein interrupted and asked, "Did you see her die?"
Lauvis recalled: "After the sun went down, she stopped working. Candles and kerosene were much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was tired and asked me to talk to the two children. She had a rest first. When I looked at her again, she had, had stopped breathing."
Having said that, Lawvis's sadness and pain can no longer be concealed.
Klein and Leonard asked a few more questions respectively, but they couldn't find anything unnatural or abnormal.
After looking at each other, Leonard said: "Mr. Lauvis, please go out and wait for a few minutes. We will conduct an in-depth examination of the corpse. I don't think you want to see the next picture."
"Okay, okay." Lauvis hurriedly stood up.
Beachy Mountbatten walked to the side, kicked the tenant who was sleeping on the floor awake, and drove him out roughly, while he wisely closed the door and stood outside. JrNovels.com
All kinds of mixed-smelling gases immediately penetrated into Klein's nostrils. He could vaguely distinguish the smell of urine, sweat, damp mustiness, and the smell of burning coal and wood.
Unable to resist, he raised his hand to cover his nose, and Klein saw Beachy Mountbatten waiting here.
The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhood had a brown beard and was full of flattery towards Leonard, who showed his identity as an inspector.
"Sir, I've asked Lauvis to wait in the room." Beachy Mountbatten laughed with a slightly shrill unique voice.
He obviously didn't recognize Klein, who had become much more energetic and decent. He only cared about currying favor with the three officers, and led them into the Laoweisi's house on the first floor.
This is a single-room house, with two-story bunk beds on the innermost side, a table on the right, where paste, cardboard, and other items are placed, baskets full of matchboxes piled up in the corner, and dilapidated cupboards on the left , both clothes and tableware.
There are stoves, toilets, a small amount of coal, wood and other things crowded on both sides of the door, and there are two dirty floors in the center. A man is sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt that has rotted out holes, making it almost impossible to get off.
On the lower bunk of the bunk bed, a woman was lying there, her skin was cold and gloomy, and she had obviously lost all her life.
Beside the corpse, sat a man in his thirties with greasy and disheveled hair. His expression was sluggish, and his eyes lost their luster.
"Lauvis, these three police officers are here to examine the corpse and ask you something." Beachy Mountbatten shouted loudly, not caring about the fact that there were still people sleeping on the ground.
The sluggish man looked up feebly, and asked in surprise, "Didn't you check this morning, did you ask?"
He was wearing a gray-blue work uniform, with many stitches on it.
"Answer as long as you are asked, there are so many questions!" Beachy Mountbatten reprimanded the other party severely, and then smiled at Leonard, Klein, and Frye, "Sir, that is Lauvis, On the bed was his wife, that is, the deceased, after our preliminary examination, he died of a sudden illness."
Klein and the others stepped on their toes and walked to the bed from the gap between the floors.
Frye, with a high nose and thin lips, and a cold demeanor, did not speak, but patted Lauvis softly, signaling him to get out of the way so that he could examine the corpse himself.
Klein glanced at the man sleeping on the ground, and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"
"I, my tenant." Lauvis scratched his scalp and said, "This room costs 3 soli and 10 pence a week. I'm just a dock worker. My wife pastes a basket of matchboxes to get two and four. One-tenth of a penny, 1 basket, yes, more than 130 boxes, we, we have children, I can only rent the spare space to others, a floor shop only costs 1 soli a week..."
"I have a tenant who is helping with the set in the theater. He won't rest before 10 o'clock in the evening, so he sold the right to use the floor during the day to this gentleman. He is the person who guards the theater gate at night. Well, he only uses Pay 6p a week..."
Listening to the other party's rambling introduction, Klein couldn't help looking at the basket in the corner for a moment.
With more than 130 boxes of baskets, you only earn 2.25 pence, which is almost the price of two pounds of black bread... How many baskets can you make in a day? (Note 1)
Leonard looked around and asked, "Did anything unusual happen a while before your wife died?"
Lauvis, who had answered similar questions long ago, pointed to his left chest and said, "Since last week, um, maybe last week, she often said that it's stuffy here and she can't breathe."
Signs of heart disease? Normal death event? Klein interrupted and asked, "Did you see her die?"
Lauvis recalled: "After the sun went down, she stopped working. Candles and kerosene were much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was tired and asked me to talk to the two children. She had a rest first. When I looked at her again, she had, had stopped breathing."
Having said that, Lawvis's sadness and pain can no longer be concealed.
Klein and Leonard asked a few more questions respectively, but they couldn't find anything unnatural or abnormal.
After looking at each other, Leonard said: "Mr. Lauvis, please go out and wait for a few minutes. We will conduct an in-depth examination of the corpse. I don't think you want to see the next picture."
"Okay, okay." Lauvis hurriedly stood up.
Beachy Mountbatten walked to the side, kicked the tenant who was sleeping on the floor awake, and drove him out roughly, while he wisely closed the door and stood outside. JrNovels.com
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