PFC Chapter 6 Dude, you're a born liar.
Chapter 6 Dude, you're a born liar.
The deadly healer has appeared in Genoa!
The black headlines in the evening paper were particularly striking and alarming.
Such a sensational headline caused the newspaper to sell out as soon as it hit the shelves.
Whether it's a street cafe, a dockside tavern, or the dining table of an ordinary person's home, "The Deadly Doctor" has become the sole focus of conversation and a topic of discussion among people during their leisure time.
fraud!
doctor!
Killer!
Three completely different identities appearing in one person at the same time—such a legendary story naturally attracts everyone's attention.
After a night of preparation, the next morning, the well-dressed gentlemen in the restaurant put down their coffee cups, huddled together, and whispered among themselves, not forgetting to show off their inside scoops.
After all, how can a gentleman demonstrate his good connections without some inside information?
"This is not his first offense at all."
"The last time was in Liverpool, England, where he murdered dozens of sailors under the pretext of seeking medical treatment."
"I heard it was in France."
"That makes sense! He killed someone in England first, then fled to France, committed another crime there, and only then came to Italy..."
"He killed so many people in so many places, yet he was caught in Italy."
"Haha, Italy is awesome!"
……
The gentlemen were responsible for spreading rumors, while the common people were responsible for embellishing them.
People spread all this with great enthusiasm, speaking with absolute certainty as if they had witnessed it themselves.
And so, the rumors spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys of Genoa, becoming more and more bizarre and terrifying with each passing tale.
Some even say he knows black magic; others say he's not human at all, and has long since signed a contract of servitude with Satan.
Rumors don't distinguish between truth and falsehood; as long as they are sensational enough, they will be widely circulated.
The news spread quickly; after being published in the Genoa evening newspaper, it was reprinted in the Rome newspapers the following day.
For a time, even the Romans began to discuss this devil who had tried to kill more than a dozen people.
People in this era are generally quite bored; aside from some trivial news and everyday events, there are hardly any strange or unusual occurrences.
Now, this swindler from the East, posing as a doctor and claiming he can cure syphilis, is actually a killer, attempting to murder more than a dozen poor sailors.
Such news naturally aroused people's interest and became a topic of conversation.
After all, legendary news always attracts people's attention.
Even El Salvador, an academician, was no exception. When he saw the news on the front page of the newspaper, a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, his face full of disdain and contempt:
"Can cure syphilis? Those British are a bunch of idiots."
He picked up the glass on the table, took a sip of tea, and his sarcasm intensified:
"It's precisely because of their stupidity that liars exist. Syphilis is incurable; that's a well-known fact. How could these simple-minded fools believe such nonsense? If we don't lie to them, who else can we lie to?"
At this moment, his expression was extremely arrogant. In his view, those British sailors who were deceived and harmed had only themselves to blame—foolish people will eventually pay the price for their foolishness.
The so-called "deadly healer" only succeeded because he took advantage of their folly.
If there were more scammers like this, there would be far fewer fools in the world.
"That swindler... he's an idiot. Treating syphilis... I can't believe he even came up with that. Such a low-level scam, and he actually managed to fool someone."
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Meanwhile, in Genoa prison.
For Liu Yide, he never imagined that he would become someone else's KPI, no, it should be said that he was someone else's stepping stone to "marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life"!
It's safe to say that people can never imagine what they're willing to do to succeed.
This is a prison!
What did Italian prisons look like in 1878?
Upon entering the prison, the smells of mildew, sweat, urine, body odor, and the putrid stench unique to syphilis mingled together and assaulted my senses!
Despite having mentally prepared himself, Liu Yide still nearly vomited.
After enduring the stench and odor all night, I can finally go out for some fresh air.
Liu Yide, who had been locked up overnight, did not encounter the infamous prison bully—not because the bully was kind, but because he was very big.
With a height of 1.82 meters and a physique honed through years of fitness training during his university years, he is still quite intimidating even in the 21st century.
Italians of this era were generally not tall, mostly less than 1.7 meters.
Therefore, given his size, he is definitely more intimidating here.
So, the night passed peacefully.
Some things you only realize how wonderful they are when you lose them, like sunshine and fresh air.
In prison, Liu Yide, who was enjoying this wonderful experience with his eyes closed, was more like reviewing his past than enjoying it.
What should I do next after being put in jail?
Of course, I'll find a way to get out of prison!
There's no rush. Once Hyde and the others have recovered, I'll be released from prison.
But what should I do after I get out of prison?
Become a doctor?
Obviously impossible.
He didn't actually understand medicine. As for treating Hyde and the others' syphilis, that was just a medical method and didn't mean he understood medicine.
So, what should we do next?
Should we stay in Italy or go somewhere else?
But no matter where you go, you always have to solve one problem—making a living.
But how can they make a living?
Most importantly—my gold!
Damn it, don't you know I'm a descendant of the dragon?
How dare they steal my gold...
The thought of the police officers' delighted expressions when they found those bags of gold coins in the room made Liu Yide's heart bleed!
At that moment, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello, sir."
Following the sound, a man in his forties came into view: his blond hair was somewhat messy, his appearance was ordinary, he had a friendly smile on his face, and his eyes were full of kindness.
Although he kept a low profile, he did not appear humble, which was quite different from the timid prisoners in the corner.
Seeing Liu Yide looking over, Victor's smile widened even more:
"Sir, my name is Victor Fuchs, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
This guy seems a bit different.
He was indeed different from the other prisoners here: although his clothes were old, they were very clean, unlike the others, who were either beggars or reeked of stench and completely unhygienic.
This difference made Liu Yide take a closer look at Victor; this guy didn't have any gold coins to drop.
"You are different from them."
Actually, it's the same thing—the same kind of poverty!
"You have a very good eye for people, sir."
Victor still had a smile on his face.
"They are beggars, thieves, thugs, robbers, and me..."
He puffed out his chest, looking smug.
"I'm a liar."
"fraud?"
Liu Yide almost burst out laughing.
"What's there to be proud of?"
Upon hearing this, Victor's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.
"Sir, con artists use their brains to make a living, but these guys... they have absolutely no skill involved!"
He shook his head and said no more, his expression showing complete disdain for everyone else.
Well, it's amazing that being a scammer can actually feel proud of it.
"Sir, we are in the same profession."
Victor's tone became serious.
"I saw a news article about you in the newspaper, mentioning what you were doing at the docks. What you did was too crude and too simplistic. I think if we cooperated, we could definitely make a lot of money."
What?
In the newspaper?
I'm in the newspaper?
What did they write?
Although he had many questions in his mind, Liu Yide frowned slightly and said:
"I'm not a liar."
Victor smiled again:
"Of course, all con artists say that; it's a prerequisite for becoming a good con artist. Sir, you know what? You have an unparalleled talent for being a con artist!"