North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 35 Are You the Murderer? (Please Read)

"Lee, little Cameron, you were the one who killed him! Right?"

Poe's sudden remark did not surprise A-Zu.

Still playing with the wine glass in his hand, A-Zu calmly asked, "Mr. Poe, why do you say that?"

"intuition!"

"intuition?"

"Yes, intuition!" Poe still didn't turn around: "Lee, you haven't revealed any flaws! But when you see too many cases and face too many suspects, you will naturally develop this kind of intuition!"

"Mr. Poe, intuition is often unreliable!"

"Really? Cough cough cough...!" Poe took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth with it. After a violent coughing fit, he continued, "I'll find evidence!"

"Seven days!"

Poe looked back: "Seven days? That's enough! In seven days, I will be back with evidence."

"No!" A Zu shook his head: "I mean, in seven days, I will cure your illness!"

"Oh, really?" Poe didn't believe a word of it.

"I'll keep my word!"

A'Zu's tone was firm and calm.

"Very good, I will do what I say!"

Poe put on his hat and disappeared through the doorway.

After watching him disappear, A-Zu put down his glass and grinned, "He's a very interesting person. No wonder he's so famous!"

Many years later, Edgar Allan Poe and his stories have been repeatedly adapted into many movies and animations.

It was not until his first contact with such a famous person that A Zu truly felt that this era was becoming more and more interesting.

It’s so much fun facing such a well-matched opponent!

Putting down his glass, Zu went out and found Jason and Harley.

"My dear boatswain, I asked you to lead the team in gunnery practice. How is it going?"

"Not so good!" Harley shrugged. "They are just a bunch of fishermen, farmers and carpenters. They can't become sharpshooters in just half a month!"

Harley thought for a moment and added, "But it's enough to deal with those ruffians and ordinary Indians."

"Where is the gang?" A-Zu asked.

"That depends on what gang you're dealing with! If you're dealing with the Skinners, it's probably better to just put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger!"

A Zu frowned and said, "What skinning gang? Are they that powerful?"

"A bunch of serial killers, perverts, deserters, and Comanche cavalry, a tangled mess of patchwork! If you encounter them in the wilderness, I advise you to shoot yourself!"

Ah Zu nodded: "I understand. Hurry up and train. You never know when you might end up fighting someone!"

"Okay, my big boss!"

After Harley left, A-Zu asked Jason, "Old Jason, do you know any gangs in the city?"

"The Irish Gang? I know them very well!" Jason took a deep drag on his pipe. "We've fought a few times!"

"Hey, aren't you an Irishman too? You're fighting among yourselves?"

Jason spat fiercely, "Bah, those damn people of ours! They're the ones who charge the most for protection money from me!"

"Is that so... So besides the Irish gang, there's no one else?"

Jason thought for a moment and said, "I heard that among you Chinese, there's a guy called Liu Ye who's quite capable and has a group of Chinese people around him helping him."

In this era, Chinatown had not yet taken shape, and Chinese gangs were only in their infancy, far inferior to the Irish gangs.

"Sixth Master?" A Zu paused for a moment, "Then I must find time to go see him!"

Jason asked curiously, "Li, you want to ask the gang for help?" "It's better to be prepared! We might have offended someone!"

Azu didn't think that a proud man like Edgar Allan Poe would tip off the Cameron family without any evidence.

A-Zu also didn't believe that Poe could find any clues to prove that he was the murderer.

But what if?
It’s always better to be prepared!

A Zu asked Jason to buy a microscope and meet that Sixth Master and try to get in touch with him.

And A-Zu himself went into the kitchen.

Under the surprised gaze of the black cook, A Zu asked her for a few pieces of moldy bread.

When Jason bought a simple microscope, A-Zu put the moldy bread under the microscope and picked out the Penicillium that inhibited bacterial growth.

Then beat the corn into corn juice, cook it and let it cool to room temperature.

Plant the selected mold in the cooled corn juice.

Then comes the long wait!
During this time, A-Zu bought four 20-horsepower steam engines from Thompson.

By the way, Thompson's machine shop was borrowed again.

For five whole days, A Zu led more than 20 workers from the shipyard to the mechanical processing plant, and according to the drawings designed early in the morning, they made two steam pumps and two steam drum ore washers by hand.

The hand-made machine was transported back to the shipyard, and there were still two days left to fulfill the appointment with Edgar Allan Poe.

After handing over the testing and debugging of the water pumps and ore washing machines to the shipyard technicians, A-Zu went straight into his room.

The corn juice that had been left standing for five days was already full of Penicillium mold!
Pour rapeseed oil into the corn juice to separate the fat-soluble impurities, then filter the liquid to retain the water-soluble Penicillium solution.

Then use sterilized charcoal to absorb penicillin bacteria, and finally use distilled water to extract penicillin in sections.

The penicillin cultured in a bucket of corn juice only produced more than 100 milliliters of liquid.

In the shipyard, there are workers suffering from skin injuries almost every day. Today, the unlucky guy who got a scratch was caught by A-Zu and used as a guinea pig.

Apply penicillin to the wounds of "white mice" to test the efficacy and allergic reactions.

This original method of extracting penicillin is not difficult. The difficult part is discovering the bactericidal effect of penicillin!
After two days of observation, the response after the efficacy test was also very good!
The wounds of the "little white mouse" scabbed over quickly and there was no obvious allergic reaction.

This day also marks the arrival of my seven-day appointment with Edgar Allan Poe!

Celebrities do have the demeanor of celebrities. Early in the morning, Edgar Allan Poe came alone as promised!

Still in the study, Edgar Allan Poe poured himself a full glass of Macallan whiskey and took a swig impatiently.

I don’t know whether he came to keep a date or to drink!

Seven days passed, and in A-Zu's sight, Poe's face became paler and his appearance became thinner and more haggard!

"Well, Mr. Poe, have you found any evidence?"

A-Zu picked up a glass of wine and clinked it with his gently!

Edgar Allan Poe raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

And the pair of obviously swollen and dark eye bags all prove one thing.

The great detective in front of me, Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, probably hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past seven days!

"How on earth did he do it?"

Poe stared with his bruised and swollen eyes: "Ever since I was kicked out of the army, I've been a private detective for almost twenty years and have experienced hundreds of cases!"

"Never, ever, has a murder been done so cleanly and beautifully!"

Poe continued in a tone that was almost an exclamation.

"The guy who killed little Cameron is definitely a crazy genius!"

(End of this chapter)