Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 43 I think my body is great

April 1588, 4 in the old calendar, overcast.

Overcast skies, humid air.

The gray clouds were so low that they were almost in sight and could be touched with one's hand.

Rhodes came to No. 76 York Street with a medicine box on his shoulders.

Today, I am going to pay homage to the third person on Robert's list. He has already read the other party's information by heart before going out this morning.

"Bravo, age: 39 years old, address: 76 York Street, time: on April 4th, note: I was bitten by a wild dog, cleaned up the wound and provided appropriate psychological counseling, and I have owed 10 crowns, Don't be fooled by his appearance, Bravo is a master of success, he once fooled a congressman, and even that congressman willingly sent his mistress to sleep with Bravo."

knock knock.

Rhodes knocked on the door of the gray single-family house ahead.

"Crack."

The door was opened from behind.

A middle-aged man with greasy hair and gray hair was standing at the door in a decent suit, and his lower body was wearing a pair of large lace shorts.

"Welcome, Rod, grandson of my dear friend Robert."

The middle-aged man greeted cordially.

"Thank you, Mr. Bravo, how is your injury?"

"Oh, you mean the piece bitten by the wild dog? It's all right, really, come in."

While speaking, Bravo turned around, exposing his back.

The area of ​​his back near the kidney in the lower left corner was rotting away. The dirty sores were bleeding pus and gave off a foul smell.

"Mr. Bravo, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your body?"

Walk into the old house.

A rotten smell came out of his nostrils.

A sticky and absurd feeling made Rhodes uncomfortable.

He even saw something that looked like a human leg in a corner of the kitchen, where there was a foul smell.

"Of course, Rhodes, I think my body is great, what would you like to drink?"

Bravo asked friendly.

"Just give me a cup of hot water."

"Ok."

Bravo walks to the kitchen.

Soon, he came over with two glasses of water.

How to describe these two glasses of water specifically, Rhodes was a little powerless to complain.

"Here, this is just boiled today."

A cup of hot water full of fat, white maggots.

Well, the maggots were cooked.

"Mr. Bravo, do you think there is nothing wrong with the water?"

Rhodes didn't look at his own water, but instead looked at Bravo's teacup, which was savoring the tea with a lot of unknown filth that looked like eyeballs.

"Oh sure, I think it smells great, don't you?"

"It's like adding grapefruit lemon to honey. It has a sweet and sour taste. Ever since I was bitten by a wild dog, I have fallen in love with the taste of this tea."

"There is also the round longan fruit, which is a very special fruit, and it has a bursting texture when bitten."

"Mr. Bravo, I think it's necessary for you to check your body."

Rhodes pointed to his brain and seriously suggested.

"Oh, I'm not sick, I feel like I'm in great shape, really, yesterday my neighbor came to me and he screamed that I was crazy, but after my friendly exchange with him, he finally admitted I'm fine, of course, he hasn't come home yet, he's sleeping in the kitchen."

Bravo pointed to the kitchen.

Rhodes saw the leg, um, and a lot of reddish-brown slime on the ground.

"Oh, he can really sleep."

Rhodes mouth twitched perfunctorily.

What a hell of a sleep.

"Of course yes, I feel the same way, luckily I am a helpful neighbor who let him sleep in my house for free."

Bravo finished the cup of hot water in his hand while chatting.

"Okay, Mr. Bravo, I think it's almost time for us to check the wound."

Rhodes took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"No, I think my illness is cured and I don't need to be checked."

Bravo resisted a little.

"Sorry, I think you still need to be checked."

Rhodes revealed the handle of the gun at his waist.

Bravo saw it.

"Okay, I will cooperate with you."

"Thank you very much for your cooperation."

"If it weren't for the fact that you are Robert's grandson, I think"

Bravo suddenly grinned at Rhodes, revealing the dirty and yellowed teeth inside. Obviously, this is no longer something that normal humans can have.

Bang!
Rhodes picked up the ashtray on the table and hammered Bravo over.

"Hey, Rhodes, what are you doing?"

Bravo fell to the ground, clutching his head, feeling dizzy.

"Of course I'm treating you. Your wound is seriously polluted and has affected your brain. Of course, it needs to be treated properly."

"I don't think I'm sick."

Bravo struggled a bit.

Finally passed out.

"Aesop, check his body for me."

Rhodes whispered.

"Follow your will."

Several black tentacles suddenly emerged from the black leather glove on Rhodes' left hand.

They squirmed and wrapped around Bravo's body, and began to examine carefully.

"The great master, the human in front of him, seems to have been infected with ghoul poison, and his brain nerves have been infected."

"Is there any good treatment?"

"You can try to remove part of his brain nerves, but there is a high probability that the other party will become an idiot. Of course, if there is ghoul serum, giving him an injection may have a therapeutic effect."

As Isogda's clone, Aesop inherited part of Isogda's knowledge. It was lucky that part of the inherited knowledge happened to be about medical knowledge.

"Are ghouls hard to find?"

"It shouldn't be difficult. They usually haunt the cemetery, and they will look for food there at night when no one is around. This Mr. Bravo should have been bitten by a ghoul looking for food when passing by the cemetery."

"Well, you can ask Mr. Bravo about his choice for details, and wait for him to wake up."

Rhodes boredly picked up the newspaper on the table and read it.

When he saw a line of small print on the back of the "Old London Morning News", he frowned, stood up, walked to the telephone, and dialed the number of Sheriff Paul.

In the afternoon, the weather became more gloomy.

The story of Mr. Bravo killing his neighbor was announced after Sheriff Paul arrived.

After several days of treatment, Paul's leg injury has healed, and he even gained a lot of weight, almost rolling on the ground when he walked.

"Dear Mr. Rhodes, thank you very much for the clues you provided, allowing us to find this 'night raider wandering in the dark' so quickly."

Paul stood beside Rhodes, looked at Bravo who was tied to the chair, and said respectfully.

"It's a good nickname for you, but he doesn't look like a night raider, but more like a hungry wild dog."

After waking up, Bravo almost completely lost his mind, and the wooden stick stuffed in his mouth was crunched by his sharp teeth.

"You can rest assured that your reward of 1 crowns for providing clues will be mailed to your home in one day."

"Well, it's mainly for the peace of old London. As an enthusiastic citizen, I should do my part."

Rhodes said calmly.

When Paul heard what Rhodes said about the enthusiastic citizens, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He thought of the Public Security Bureau's recent quota for an enthusiastic citizen. With his name as Investigator John, he can take this quota and give it to Mr. Rhodes, so as to deepen the relationship.

"I will apply for the Enthusiastic Citizen Award for you. If it goes well, you can get an extra bonus of 5000 crowns."

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'll trouble you then."

"No no, it should be."

"Mr. Bravo's illness, I will find relevant medicine to treat it as soon as possible. I hope your interrogation will be after the treatment is over."

"Of course, I'll go to Investigator John and tell him."

There is still 1 crowns of treatment fees that have not been charged, and Rhodes is going to try his luck at a nearby cemetery tonight.

(End of this chapter)