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Episode 266: Rather than poisoning [4]
“Where are your hands… …?”
The large cook was surprisingly docile for his size.
Well, considering that he took a fighting stance when surrounded by police officers before, he's not weak… … .
If you lived in the 19th century and didn't have that much fighting spirit, you would just die.
“There is no water.”
“No… … Does that make sense?”
“What, do you think the police are joking?”
“Ah… … No.”
Of course, even the most ruthless guys would die in a 19th century police station.
If you don't die completely, you'll really die.
It's not just talk, the police officers here don't care if one or two people die.
The common sense of a 21-year-old says that the era of the 19-year-old is absolutely unacceptable.
"that……."
"what."
"no……."
So the chef got back to cooking without washing his hands.
Even if you call it cooking, the only ingredients given to him are potatoes and salt.
“What do you want me to do with this…?”
"cooking."
“Aren’t you just supposed to boil the potatoes?”
“If you don’t like it, go take a shit and come back.”
“No, I’m trying to apply that!”
“Then, this suffering will end in one go?”
I'm confused, but it's not really something that should happen.
It's been several days already.
But if you always see him like this, he's not an ordinary person.
What should I say… … .
Should I say that I am serious about cooking?
'But what should I do… … .'
Now I guess I'll have to give up on that dish.
I found out through a back investigation that he was married.
however…….
My wife died.
There was even a record in our hospital that a patient had a fever and eventually died from diarrhea.
This was left by Dr. Jemel, but that bastard was crazy about bloodletting, so he was a famous doctor at the time and was diligent in keeping records.
Of course, the treatment given to the dead cook's wife consisted of feeding arsenic and bloodletting, so it's hard to tell whether typhoid or Jemel was the culprit.
“Hmm… … . I knew this would happen… … .”
“Huh?”
Anyway, I thought I was just going to have to hand out boiled potatoes with my bare hands again today, but this guy brought me some oil.
“Can you fry it for me?”
“Fried… …? Wouldn’t it be so delicious?”
This time, the one who intervened was the chief.
The reason he came down today, despite not showing any reaction until yesterday, was simple.
The chef is in charge of serving 22 death row inmates, and one of them started having a fever today.
what…….
“Coolook, coolook.”
"eww……."
“Please… … just kill me… … .”
The London prison is a place where people die even if you don't do anything.
They say the prison cells in Paris are worse than here, so it must be like hell.
First of all, heating and cooling… … ?
Let's skip that since it's not even a normal house.
Tick tick.
mouse?
It just passed right before my eyes, so let's get past that too.
They're friends who walk around the hospital room, so it's not like we should be making a fuss about having more in the prison cell, right?
We humans are stronger than we think, and we are not defeated by such small mammals.
But the problem now is that there are so many people crammed into a space of about 1.5 square meters, there is no separate space for waste disposal, and even the food they eat is potatoes, which are insufficient because the police officers beat them up, and there are not enough prison uniforms, so they are handed down from dead seniors. If you add all of this up, it becomes something similar to hell.
“Is eating something delicious… a problem, Chief?”
“I say this over and over again, but these guys deserve to die.”
“That… … I know that too. But… … .”
“But what a but. Even the Lord has given up on them. I would like to burn them all to death.”
There were not a total of 22 death row inmates.
The total number of death row inmates is much higher than that.
That number excludes political prisoners and such.
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Those people are said to be imprisoned somewhere else, not here.
The people here were either anachronistic pirates or murderers.
Pirates, murderers, and those who kill, rape, commit violence, and rob are all the same, so they are literally the kind of people who deserve to be burned to death, that's what I was saying.
"that……."
“But if you feed it with your own hands, I will allow it.”
“Oh? Really? But why do you have to… … ?”
“We believe you have a miasma in your hand.”
How pleased the chief was when he said one of the death row inmates had a fever.
It wasn't just because the death row inmate was finally receiving a punishment commensurate with his crime.
Rather, it was probably because his own reasoning was correct.
He really liked it a lot.
'Well… … I guess so.'
In an age where there is nothing, really nothing, isn't it truly amazing that we can find each and every incident strange?
I still wonder how that guy came up with that idea.
Perhaps I wouldn't have made it this far if I hadn't known about Typhoid Mary.
Well… … Typhoid Mary is something you learn over and over again when learning about the concept of a carrier, and it’s also something that’s covered on niche YouTube channels like Surprise and History of Medicine, so it might be harder to not know about it.
“I don’t think so. How could that happen?”
“So, let’s try it. It’s not that difficult, is it?”
“Okay… I will do that.”
“Okay, okay! Then let’s do it.”
As soon as the foreman gave his permission, the cook lit a fire, poured oil on it, and began frying the potatoes.
The exquisite smell spread throughout the world.
Even if this were Korea, it would have had a significant impact, but this is England.
This is a place that is full of delicious food.
But when I fry potatoes, what is this… … .
"scent……."
“Can’t we try it too?”
The officers began to approach one by one.
Like a horde of zombies.
It's not a crowd.
I had some weird mackerel pie-like thing for lunch earlier.
Even though it's something I eat every day, I still feel like vomiting every now and then…
Perhaps God has sent food as punishment for the sins of the British Empire, both present and future.
On the contrary, I wonder if eating that kind of food made people strong and twisted at the same time, which is why world history ended up like that.
"no."
“Are you crazy? That’s a mass of miasma.”
Anyway, the chief and Liston stopped those poor people.
If it had been anyone else, say a police officer of similar rank or even someone as old as Blundell, they would have already been beaten and kicked out.
But how can you support the chief and Liston?
One side is socially isolated, the other side is physically isolated.
“Ugh.”
“Does it make sense to give something like that only to prisoners, especially those on death row?”
“We want to eat French fries too!”
The problem is that it's so desperate.
The bigger problem is.
“Plain.”
“Yes, brother.”
“I want to eat it too.”
The point is that Liston is also shaking.
“Brother… … One of them started getting excited.”
“I’m strong. This is just between us, but isn’t the ability to withstand miasma different for each person?”
It's not just that they're shaking, it's so desperate that they're even bringing up the concept of immunity.
Well… … that’s not wrong.
Because Liston is strong.
But isn't there a surprising difference between having strong muscles and stamina and being resistant to pathogens?
In fact, when young, healthy people are infected, their immune response can be too strong and go wrong.
Well, usually older people are much more prone to making mistakes… … .
“I suspect Miasma, but wouldn’t it go away regardless of whether it’s strong or not?”
“I see… … Then let’s go eat fish and chips after this is over.”
“What is that?”
Wouldn't it be a good thing to eat somewhere else?
I'm starting to get hungry anyway.
When I offered him something that smelled like blood and said it was rice, I almost beat up the other person, whether they were a police officer or a swindler.
‘I guess I should start bringing my parents over here soon… … .’
I was thinking about food and then suddenly my thoughts went this way and I feel like such a bastard… … .
If you say you want to be a filial son and eat British food, or if you say you want to be a son of a bitch and eat Korean food, I want to be a son of a bitch.
“Hey guys! I’ll shoot later, so hold on for now.”
“Whaaahhh! Black Star Liston!”
Anyway, since Liston had a big heart worthy of his reputation, the complaints from the officers gradually died down.
It wasn't just because I thought I could eat it later.
“The guy who was feverish earlier started vomiting too.”
“You quarantined it?”
“Yeah, there are guys scheduled to be hanged tomorrow anyway… … The room is now empty as they’ve moved them to another place.”
"okay."
“Certainly… … It’s turning out just like you said.”
A man who ate the cook's potatoes contracted typhoid fever.
There wasn't a single person in the entire cell with diarrhea, and although there were a few with fevers, they were all consumptives.
If it had been the previous chiefs or police officers, I would have thought they all had the same disease… … .
These guys have been in league with us for quite some time, so there has been considerable medical progress.
“Really… … .”
“How… … .”
“Is it a curse?”
So, to some extent, I accepted the story that the cook caused the prisoner to contract typhoid fever, which seemed like a leap in logic from the current perspective.
The chef, who was completely silent except for the murmurs of a few officers, was frying potatoes with an anxious look on his face.
The delicious smell still wafted in all directions, but no one seemed to find it mouth-watering anymore.
Rather, the officers quickly disappeared, perhaps thinking it was an ominous smell.
No matter how much we try to say that miasma spreads through contact, it is useless.
The theory that miasma is spread by poison, that is, a foul smell, still dominates people's minds.
“Oh my god… … .”
The cook was so scared, so aggrieved, and so resentful that he even shed tears.
Still, he wiped away his tears and continued cooking, as if he had not forgotten his duty as a chef.
'Is it okay?'
Even if it was less than feces, there would have been typhoid bacteria in those tears.
This may sound a bit cruel… … .
This kind of thing should be proven quickly so that unnecessary victims can be reduced.
First of all, Count Kapell is the most dangerous, right now.
I wonder if we really have to spare the guy who tried to start the Opium War… … .
Whatever it was, it's strange to just sit back and do nothing when you can clearly see someone dying right before your eyes.
“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”
“My stomach, my stomach hurts so much… … .”
I don't know if it was the tears that did the trick, or if the cook just took a shit and didn't wash his hands before he got here, but in any case, less than ten days after we started our experiment, twenty of the twenty-two people had contracted typhoid fever.
Two of them were already dead and dumped in a landfill.
What can I do when things have come to this?
“Is that true?”
We should call Count Paul Capel.
He made a face of disbelief, but then remembered my reputation and grabbed my hand.
“Oh, thank you. You are my savior.”
Life is going well.