Just like other fierce cases that happened in the dark corner of Vienna, no one believed that Edward, who had been missing for two days, could come back alive. No one could have thought that he would appear in front of everyone in such a way and appearance.

But no matter what, people are still alive.

After all, he is the French ambassador, and no matter how many questions Viter has, he dare not raise them now. He can only ask the patrol police to pass the news back and take him back to the embassy first.

Apart from looking a little less energetic, Edward found no obvious wounds on his body. He asked the servant to help him clean up and down, then changed into a clean set of clothes, and he returned to the long-lost study.

Looking at the pretty grand embassy in front of you and the quiet and peaceful street outside the window, Edward's eyes were filled with tears: "I'm still alive."

"The kitchen has your favorite food, and the police station's Sheriff Witt is still waiting in the living room," the servant asked, "Are you going to eat first, or see him first?"

Edward didn't want to think of this painful memory, but he knew that as an ambassador to visit Vienna, if he didn't explain it clearly now, it would be an irreparable harm to the relationship between the two countries.

What's more, even if he put aside official business, he was a serious marquis, and his noble status did not allow him to escape: "I am indeed a little hungry, so I took the sheriff to the restaurant, and we ate and chat."

Witt is not as good as Derio, who wants to take credit everywhere. The case involves private life and some unbearable past events. As Edward's identity, it is normal to turn himself in a rejection. So he asked the patrolman to go back to report to the director in advance, keep an eye on him, and let him

The superiors will find a way.

The worst plan is to be kicked out of the embassy, ​​it's no big deal.

Facts have proved that the situation is not only not bad, but is still moving in a good direction.

Seeing Edward slowly walking into the restaurant, Vette quickly stood up and greeted him: "Mr. Ambassador, I didn't expect that you would encounter such a thing in Vienna, which scared you."

A French marquis had an accident in Vienna. Regardless of the reason why it was to go out for a prostitution or not, "killing" was an objective fact. Witt was the sheriff of the Vienna Police Station. Even if he was very eloquent, he had to express something.

Of course, showing weakness is just a necessary politeness. After expressing it, he also needs to put out some necessary words to the police station to avoid lightning: "Every city has its dark side, and it is not easy to come back by chance."

Edward also knew that when he encountered such a thing, he could only admit that he was unlucky. It was not good for him to spread it out. He had just escaped from danger and was indeed still in shock, but he did a good job on his face and could even squeeze out a smile: "Police

I have worked hard these days, and I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Witt shook his head.

"Then eat some together, the chef in the embassy is not as good as the Rochesshuat restaurant, and it is also a serious French chef."

After being locked up for two days, Edward was so hungry that he had already sat on a chair while speaking, looking back at the servant and asked him to serve the food, then turned around and continued to say to Witter: "If you have anything to say, let's eat at the same time, the sheriff has something to say.

Talk at the same time.”

Compared to the banquet cuisine on the night of the accident, today's dishes are much shabby and more suitable for the usual food of the embassy. However, it is also a comparison of Alphons' craftsmanship and pomp. Compared to what Virt usually eats, this is already considered

It's a real meal.

However, the delicious food served did not make Eduard use more knife and fork.

From the beginning, he only drank half a bottle of wine, a bowl of spinach with French sweet peas, and some butter fried asparagus. But now Edward's attention is not on eating and drinking, and the most important thing is to explain the experiences of the past two days with Wright.

"Just as Sheriff Witt said just now, I did go to Hoinz Street. I forgot the specific house number, and I only know that the boss is a very charming woman."

After hearing this, Vette nodded, thinking about how to continue asking questions, and his hands were not exhausted at all. He rarely ate this kind of good thing, danced fast, and sent mutton chops filled with gravy into his mouth one by one.

As she chewed, she asked, "When the carriage left that store, she walked north?"

"right."

Compared to Witt, Edward's plate was much lighter. After eating spinach and peas, only a few twisted asparagus and a half-bite of lettuce left: "Originally you can get along the Danube River north.

A small hotel, then.”

Speaking of this, Edward exhaled: "And then something happened halfway through the road."

"Accident?"

There was no one to find at the beginning and end of the journey, and Edward must have lost it halfway, but this was also what Wright couldn't understand the most: "It's not so easy to stop the carriage. Is there seven or eight people on the other side?"

Edward shook his head: "It's just one person."

"One? This is impossible! How can one stop the carriage?"

"." Edward used a fork to fiddle with the asparagus on the plate, hesitated for a while before answering, "Actually, I actually stopped the carriage."

Witt had a question mark on his head, and there were too many questions to ask, but this was not the Hoinz Street under his jurisdiction. He was not confident enough to ask questions, so he could only use some dispensable hypothetical questions to induce the other party to say something.

End: "Did the carriage driver mess with you? Or did there be a problem with the route?"

"Not all, I asked to stop." Edward looked back at the servants serving at the table, and after they left, he said, "Because there was no one around at that time, and he happened to pass by the moonlit Danube River, so

The quiet and beautiful scenery, the clerk and I want to get off the car and you will understand it first.”

Witt didn't understand, but he seemed to understand something along his way. When he found that no matter how he disassembled and considered, the answer was consistent in the end, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Field War?"

Edward buried his head awkwardly and stuffed the asparagus he had just teased into his mouth, which was a default.

The carriage was intercepted and the carriage was abducted. No matter how you look at it, it was a gang who committed the crime. But who could have thought that there was only one person on the other side, and who could have thought that it was the carriage that Edward wanted to fight in the wild and stopped himself.

The direction of finding someone is completely wrong.

"What's next?" Witt asked tentatively.

"After we were done, we got into the carriage one after another. Not long after we closed the door and left there, we felt dizzy and then we lost consciousness." Edward continued, "When we woke up again, we were all tied to it.

There was a spacious dark room."

"Disapd?" With Vette's shallow medical knowledge, it's hard to imagine that there is something that can handle four people at once. "I guess the carriage driver will be killed when you are happy."

"It should be right. We heard the sound of water entering, but it was too dark at that time and we were in high spirits, so we didn't care too much."

At this point, the door of the restaurant was gently knocked open. The chef pushed the dining cart with the help of the servant and walked in: "Mr. Ambassador, this is the roasted potato you just wanted."

"Okay, give it to me quickly, I'm starving to death."

This is actually very contradictory, because there were several lamb chops and some garlic-flavored claw claws on the dining table. He didn't even move, and his eyes were only staring at the baked potatoes that had just been served on the table. And it was really time to use a spoon

When he started eating, he stopped in just a few bites just like when he was eating lettuce.

“How did you make this potato?”

Seeing that all the hot plates of my main course were skipped, the chef who was standing aside felt uncomfortable. Seeing that he asked a question, he hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "I used it when I brushed fried asparagus and grilled lamb chops on the surface of the potato.

and put the oil in the oven.”

Before he finished speaking, Edward couldn't help feeling disgusted and took two sips of wine before he recovered. He didn't mean to blame the chef, but just ate the asparagus silently and put the plate with potatoes and lettuce.

Push it aside: "Did you put ham in the lettuce?"

“It’s ham juice.”

"Okay." Edward wiped his mouth and expressed his dissatisfaction with his appetite.

The chef cannot accept the dishes, but the chef cannot bear the most. Although the chef should not ask questions directly, it is related to Edward's diet, so he still spoke: "His Excellency Edward, the garlic langoustine claws that he just served

Is there any problem with the grilled lamb chops with Brittany sauce?”

"Problem." Edward shook his head, "it should be my problem, it's too greasy for me."

Greasy?

It's impossible!

The chef didn't know what this "greasy" means here: "This is your favorite grilled lamb chop, which uses Brittany sauce made with onions, scallions, mushrooms, celery hearts and whipped cream.

It shouldn't be too greasy."

"Take it away, I don't want to eat it."

Edward's eyes deliberately avoided the lamb chops, and he ignored the scent of the smell, and he didn't even want to see it. The chef felt strange. Although Edward was also arrogant, he was gentlemanly in every move, even if it was not suitable for the taste.

There has never been such a direct situation.

What's more, this roast lamb chop was made completely according to his original taste, so there was no problem.

Edward was also in pain, spinach, peas and asparagus used as a side dish could not fill his stomach for two days: "By the way, is there any fruit salad?"

The chef looked at Werte, who had not stopped talking across the table and explained: "Because the embassy has been blocked in the past two days, we have not bought fresh fruits. If you can still eat it, you might as well wait.

, there is a soup next.”

"Soup? Hurry up, hurry up and make it!"

"Okay, sir."

Witt was actually a little embarrassed when he heard Edward’s conversation with the chef, because the lamb chops and claw claws were all put into his own plate, which was obviously inappropriate: “Amistant Edward, don’t you eat it?”

"I have no appetite." Edward shook his head, got up and moved the two plates to him, "Sheriff, don't be polite."

The chef and the servant retreated one after another, and the topic of the two quickly moved from food to the robbery: "The room looked spacious, but it was surrounded by earthen walls, which was very simple. We were locked up in the past two days.

There.”

“No windows?”

"No."

"Can you hear any strange sound?"

"I can only hear some silly noises. It should be during the day, and it will be better at night, but there will be some strange screams coming in from time to time."

Edward has described the sound he heard as much as possible, but his ability is really limited: "I am not a good textual Kamiy, and I don't have many words to describe the scene at that time. For me, it's a dark and damp house

, full of mold and some strange odor. Even if I still have this smell on my body now, it's so disgusting."

Witt took a brief note of the characteristics of the room and continued to ask, "Can you describe the kidnapper's appearance?"
To be continued...