Chapter 4 Solving the case casually

Joseph opened the curtains and frowned when he saw the surrounding scene.

Since he came to this world, he has been taking exams at Versailles. This was the first time he saw what Paris looked like.

It's completely different from what you might imagine from the busiest metropolis in Europe - the buildings are dirty and old, and the streets are filled with dirt, sewage, and even excrement. This is where the smell comes from. Dead animal carcasses floated on the Seine from time to time, and workshops along the river discharged strangely colored wastewater into the river, dyeing the water brown.

Vendors placed their stalls in a mess on both sides of the road, making the originally spacious streets look overcrowded. The children waved mud and chased each other happily. Curses of unknown origin keep coming.

Fights and fights can also be seen everywhere, and passers-by turn a deaf ear to the screams of those being beaten.

Some people even carried out robberies in broad daylight. It was not until Joseph asked his guards to stop the robbers that they fled into an alley. And this is the Louvre area with the best security in Paris...

In short, the entire city does not have the romantic atmosphere influenced by Enlightenment ideas, nor the vitality of the Industrial Revolution.

Although the magnificent Palace of Versailles and Paris are very close, they seem to be in different worlds.

When the carriage passed the north bank of the Seine, the coachman gave a gentle "Woo" and the carriage slowly stopped.

"Your Highness, we are here." Aiman bowed to indicate, then got out of the car and opened the door for the prince.

Joseph rubbed his almost broken butt and walked down the stairs set up by his entourage. Looking up, I saw a building nearly 100 meters wide, with statues carved on the outer wall, a large number of pillars and arched floor-to-ceiling windows. The magnificent building is like a huge castle in the center of Paris, declaring the supreme power of the feudal class.

The city hall has received news that the prince is coming. At this time, officials of all sizes gathered in the square outside the main entrance and lined up to greet His Highness.

But the silver royal carriage they had been waiting for never appeared.

Aman didn't get out of the car until three gray-black carriages stopped in front of the main entrance of the city hall. The headed Paris Municipal Commissioner Lewebel twitched his eyelids and hurriedly greeted everyone around him:

"Quick! It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Holding a blue three-cornered hat in his hand, Lewebel stepped out with his inverted trapezoidal legs, pushing his 200-pound body forward. He led the crowd to run up to Joseph and saluted respectfully: "Your Highness the Prince."

The surrounding musicians also reacted and hurriedly started playing music.

Lewebel introduced himself first, then pointed to the middle-aged man next to him with gray-blue eyes and sharp cheekbones that were about to burst his skin and said: "Your Highness, please allow me to introduce you, this is Paris. "Chamber of Commerce, Lord Viscount Fleese. "

When Joseph heard this, he glanced at the man. He learned from the information just now that although Lewebel is the Paris Municipal Commissioner, equivalent to the mayor, the real number one person in Paris is this Fleiselle. There is no way, the government is short of money, and if it wants to maintain operations, it must rely on funding from the chamber of commerce. In addition, the Chamber of Commerce's connections can solve many problems, so the power of the Chamber of Commerce President becomes extremely powerful.

Fleiselle stepped forward again and saluted: "Your Highness, we have prepared the afternoon banquet, please enjoy it."

Although Joseph disliked the banquets and dances of this era. For him, all the cumbersome etiquette and rules were simply torture, but they were unavoidable in the secular world, so he nodded in response:

"Then thank you very much."

In the spacious and luxurious city hall banquet hall, servants were busy coming and going. The table is filled with all kinds of expensive dishes. The cold dishes were immediately replaced and new dishes were placed on the table.

Joseph drank and laughed while dealing with the endless rainbow farts of the officers, but he kept thinking about rectifying the police force.

"Your Highness, do you mean to participate in police management?" The fat mayor looked at the president of the Chamber of Commerce in surprise and hurriedly apologized to Joseph, "Your Highness, you are so noble, how could you possibly deal with those thieves and murderers? ?"

The president of the Chamber of Commerce nodded in agreement: "Yes, and the police station has a lot of trivial things, which is very boring."

But he was complaining in his heart, Master, you are here to plate gold, don't take it so seriously. In this way, the police system will be in chaos, and will there be riots in Paris?

Joseph was a little helpless. While he was arguing with the two, a woman's high-pitched voice suddenly came from outside the city hall:

"No! Leno can't commit suicide! You must catch the murderer!"

The voice suddenly became sharp and suddenly turned into an aria, "Reynold is so happy. We are getting married next month. How could he commit suicide? The case cannot be closed! The murderer is still at large..."

The fat mayor's face suddenly darkened, and he said angrily: "Why is she here again?"

Fleisel immediately waved vigorously to the guard: "Drive her away quickly! Didn't you see who is here today?!"

He turned to Joseph again and said with an apologetic smile: "Ah, Your Highness, she is just a crazy woman, don't let her affect your mood."

Joseph looked out the window and asked, "I heard her talk about the murderer, how is the situation?"

Mayor Lewebel said hurriedly: "A month ago, her fiancé, Viscount Lenault, committed suicide by swallowing a sword. Oh, the case is clear and there is absolutely no problem. It's just that this woman seems to be crazy. We have to say it was murder..."

"She was so violent we had to ban her from City Hall, but she would be outside every few days yelling."

Joseph said strangely: "Suicide by swallowing a sword?"

The thin man sitting on the right side of Lewebel touched his chest and gestured:

"Your Highness, stabbing someone in the mouth with a sword and passing through the back of the neck is a very common way to commit suicide."

Joseph remembered that the fat mayor had just introduced him to the Paris Police Chief, Viscount Guizot, who was also the top leader of the Paris Police Department.

Seeing that the Dauphin seemed interested, Guizot began to tell the story seriously:

"More than a month ago in the afternoon, Viscount Lenault's servant came to report that his master died in his bedroom. I sent someone to check and found that he committed suicide by swallowing a sword."

Joseph frowned: "How are you sure he committed suicide? Is there a suicide note, or has he shown signs of world-weariness before?"

"It's not true," said Guizot, "but Reno used his own sword and nothing was missing. There were no signs of a fight in the house and no other injuries on the body.

"You have to know, Your Highness, Le Nôtre fought in the United States. He is six feet tall and is an expert in fighting. If someone could put a sword in his mouth in broad daylight without hurting him, then... That person can only be himself."

He is 6 feet taller than 1.9 meters, which is really tall.

Joseph narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen many similar killing methods in mystery novels. There were no signs of suicide and no suicide note, so police officers in the 18th century who had not attended a police academy and had limited information roughly characterized it as suicide.

He looked at Guizot and said: "No, there is no one else but himself who can do it."

"Your Highness is really good at joking." The fat mayor smiled and waved his hand, "Does that person know magic?"

Joseph said calmly, "No, he just knows how to treat teeth."

"Treat your teeth...you mean the dentist?!"

"Yes, dentist."

Several people around him were stunned for a moment, and a picture emerged in their minds - Lynott followed the dentist's instructions and opened his mouth. Then the dentist covered his eyes with the white cloth used in surgery, turned around and pulled out the dentist's braces. . The sword hanging on the wall stabbed into his mouth effortlessly, and blood spurted out...