The matter has to start half an hour ago.

Kawei half an hour ago was not Kawei now. At that time, he was a pruning worker with rich gardening experience, mainly responsible for the greening and vegetation in the southeastern area of ​​Vienna.

When the sun sets, the work will be done home. The work includes but is not limited to cutting trees, pruning branches, planting trees, digging stumps, etc., a series of plant-related manual labor. Except for seven or eight months, Kawei has work almost every day. As long as he is guaranteed not to be late or leave early, he can get a monthly salary of 550 Hele. (1)

But today, Kawei won a rare opportunity to rest for himself - absent from work.

Tomorrow afternoon is the entrance examination for Vienna Academy of Fine Arts. He needs to set aside at least one day for preparation, mainly doing some exercises in character sketching, sketching and oil painting coloring.

As long as you pass the exam, you can enter the school even without a high school diploma. Once you enter the school, you can earn money to support yourself by relying on the school's fame and his own painting skills.

However, the heavy work and study overdrawed Kawei's body and made him fall at the starting line of a happy life.

At 1:38 pm, several screams on the street of Basinger broke through the sky, not only attracting the roadside patrolmen, but also awakening the body that had been cold for several hours. A surgeon from a parallel world traveled through time and space to Austria more than a hundred years ago.

In this room less than 15 square meters, what awaits the traveler is a bunch of practice paintings and harsh sirens.

Although Rosa, who fell from the building, lives next door, Kawei, who has been reborn, has no time to care about other people's lives. Now he must review the original owner's memory as soon as possible, understand his identity, clarify the relationship between the characters and what he must do next.

Unfortunately, God did not give him too much time to think and organize, and soon a uninvited guest came.

This is a slender bastard wearing a black coat. Not only did he easily open the door of his house with the key, but he also took out the pistol after meeting him. He spoke in a standard German and greeted warmly: "Why didn't you go to work today?"

This starts like an old friend asking each other about family matters when they meet each other, which makes Kawei confused for a moment, and he thought he missed a friend of the original owner after traveling through time.

The man in black habitually placed his hat on the clothes hanger at the door, turned around and closed the door, and was so skillful that he was like returning to his own home.

It was not until the two of them had a few words that Kawei realized that from the day after Rosa moved here, the 301 rental house where she was located was the temporary destination for other people's daily supervision.

The two of them have complementary daily routines and time to give each other a lot of room to make use of.

The man in black walked to the bed with a swaying swaying, found a clean place to sit down, crossed his legs, and said with a smile: "I just want to wait until the police evacuated before leaving here. Just stay in the house obediently and don't speak out."

Facing the gun, Kawei couldn't do anything randomly. Even if the police knocked on the door later, he ignored it and pretended that he was not at home. It was later that Andrei was found. Considering that the landlord had a spare key, he opened the door at the instruction of the man in black.

During the next three minutes of conversation, Kawei was pressed against a loaded pistol.

He needs to constantly recall the original owner's memory while answering questions to reduce the risk of being searched for the house. Otherwise, he would not have to wait for the police to rush in, and his lower back would eat a gun firmly.

The medical level in the mid-nineteenth century could not solve such close-range gunshot wounds on the waist and abdomen, no antibiotics, no anesthetics, insufficient hemostatic technology, and the surgical mortality rate was very high.

And because there are no cars and phones, considering the speed of the carriage running on the street, it takes 50 Heller and a full 30 minutes to get from Basinger Street to the nearest hospital that can be operated.

In this case, it would take a question mark whether he could be carried onto the operating table alive. Maybe he would be transferred to the dissection room as soon as he arrived at the gate and became an experimental product for surgeons to practice with dead pigs and dogs.

In order not to let himself die again in an hour, Kawei tried his best.

Fortunately, I handled it well in the end, and the matter finally passed...

......half!

The man did put the gun into his coat pocket, but after the police evacuated, he did not mean to leave. Instead, he became interested in Kawei: "I remember your name is Kawei, 17 years old, and he is a trimmer at the Urban Forestry Bureau."

"Um."

"I know you're going to take the exam, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel and chose to absent from work."

"Haha, it seems that you know myself better than me." Kawei teased him, and then began to complain, "I'm afraid the job is gone."

"That won't be that they will just deduct your wages to death." The man in black seemed to be accustomed to such things, "Ah, by the way, what are the art academy going to take?"

Kawei didn't know why he asked this question, but because of the pistol, he had to choose to answer: "I heard that it is an assessment of some painting skills, and he would also require improvisation. Finally, he will look at the assessment of the invigilators to decide whether he can be admitted."

The other party nodded, picked up a wrinkled portrait of the character at his feet, looked carefully, and praised: "The painting is pretty good, the composition is based on the French academic style. Judging from the coloring, it should be Hans Schriarty, right?"

Kawei was standing by the desk, throwing the names and these professional terms into his mind for a while, and then he understood what this guy meant: "Yes, I did learn some of Mr. Hans' oil painting techniques."

"Hans was dropped out of the Academy of Fine Arts. You learned his early works and are so keen on expression of color. I am frank, those old stubborn people are very vengeful and old-fashioned, and the Academy of Fine Arts is still full of classicalism..."

The man in black talked freely, not shy away from his achievements in this regard: "Did I talk too much that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

No one would be stupid enough to force a murderer with a pistol, so Kavi waved his hand at the first time, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "No, no, you made a very reasonable analysis."

"Don't worry, I'm just asking casually, without any malice."

Regardless of whether this sentence was true or false, Kawei finally felt a little relieved. He continued to chat with the man in black with some art-related knowledge in the original owner's mind. Some views do seem immature and even ridiculous, but considering that he is only 17 years old and does not have the experience of orthodox art education, it is completely acceptable.

"You are really talented."

The man in black affirmed Kavi's painting ability, but after a brief pause, he changed his mind: "But why did you, an amateur painter, leave aside the piles of drawings, and just take this anatomical map when the police asked "What are you doing at night?"? It's so strange!"

Kavi:...

It turns out that after so long, I was talking nonsense about art, but my final goal was that note.

When Andre knocked on the door, he was imagining what situation would happen over and over again. Because he had no time to organize his memories and needed absenteeism to clear his relationship, he naturally chose this collection of anatomical paintings on the desk based on his instinct to study medicine before traveling through time.

Art students do need to learn anatomy. It is okay to own this collection of paintings, but it is very problematic to go far at the most critical moment.

Kavey immediately explained: "Maybe I was too anxious at the time and thought that this book should be more convincing than those useless drawing papers, so I took it in my hand without thinking about it."

"Aren't you afraid that they will treat you as a pervert?"

"It's okay, after all, those who paint portraits have to learn some anatomy knowledge."

The explanation is very far-fetched, because the key point is not here at all. However, the man in black didn't ask further questions, and soon got up and came to Kawei, took out the paper and pen, and wrote down a string of addresses: "Thank you for helping me escape this trouble. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can come to this place to find me."

"Are you..."

"Just go in and say it's "Mickey's old friend."

......

Mick obviously is not his real name. The man in black also failed to leave much impression on him because of the heavy seal Hu and Kawei's own face blindness. But this address does exist, and it is a library located on the north bank of the Danube. (2)

Kavi sat at the desk and opened the city map.

The library is not large in size, surrounded by residential areas and ordinary public buildings, which looks inconspicuous. But the man in black gave him a feeling that it was not that simple. Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, being caught by the police was really just a small trouble, and he was fully capable of leaving.

Kawei doesn't want to mess with the man in black, nor does he want to have any contact with the other party. Not only is it useless to call the police now, but he will also send himself to the police station because of the inconsistent answers before and after. Since the person has left and has no hostility, then just treat it as a small episode encountered after time travel, so let it go.

He also has his own life.

Kawei drew a circle in the library, marked the name "Mick", and then skipped the Academy of Fine Arts and found Vienna University in the west of the city.

After two centuries of Renaissance, European art has now developed to its heyday of blooming flowers. Capital during this period is also expanding rapidly. Relying on vigorous technological innovation, it continues to squeeze the underlying labor force to form the original accumulation of capital.

Unfortunately, he knows nothing about art and has no interest in making money.

Compared to the fields of art and economy that have entered the fast lane, medicine is a bare primitive wilderness, and the medical staff who are struggling to move forward have no even pairs of shoes.

Kawei looked at the anatomical record collection at hand and said to himself: "It's better to do your best."
Chapter completed!