Humming a minor tune back to the brick building, Bill begins to understand why there are so many order breakers in the world.

"Violence is both power and aesthetics, and they only pay for the stronger, the smarter, the crazier. 」

Pushing open the door and stepping into the brick building, the wooden floor is in disrepair and makes an unpleasant creaking sound.

When the tenants saw him pass by, they closed the door, leaving Bill alone in the hallway, briefly immersed in his own world.

When the fat woman hears the door open, she suddenly sticks her head out and stops Bill, who is the only person in the building who can talk to Bill.

"Bill, a gentleman has just come looking for you, and you've gone upstairs now. ”

“...... Oh. ”

The surface remained cold, but the joyful mood stopped instantly, and the heartbeat slowly became louder, and he stepped onto the spiral staircase.

"Who's going to be looking for me at this time, that nasty woman agreed to hand over the safe?"

"Or did something bad get caught......

"Ah, if you start in a place full of tenants, things will get troublesome. 」

The hallway was long and quiet, the lights were dim, the wheezing was amplified, and Bill exhaled white air, calming his mood as if the person he had just killed was not himself.

Gripped the pistol again, carrying a leather bag full of killing tools.

Ascending the stairs, he opens the window, and if he sees a lot of policemen for a while, it proves that he has done something bad and has been discovered, and he will turn around and jump out of the window to go and live another life.

"Hey, Bill, you're finally back!"

"What are you doing with the windows open, do you think it's hot?"

The middle-aged man leaned against the door, writing with a notebook in his hand, and immediately put down his work when he saw Bill and eagerly greeted him.

“？”

Bill stopped where he was, he didn't know the man, he just felt familiar.

"Not the police. 」

"Maybe someone Williams knew before, can't be sure. 」

"Maybe I can get a word out of him. 」

Keep a distance from the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man doesn't seem to have the idea of getting closer, it seems that their relationship is not close, just acquaintances.

Stay vigilant and open the door.

The kerosene lamp was still on in the attic, the wind was blowing out, taking away the temperature, and everything was cold and indifferent in the cold and deserted room.

The man walked into the room and was very surprised to see that it was clean and tidy.

"Bill, I remember you were never raunchy, because your house was so clean. ”

"Find me something. ”

Bill didn't say anything superfluous, and according to the fat woman, Williams didn't know what politeness was at all and was indifferent to anything.

"Bill, you're still so concise, but that hasn't changed. ”

The middle-aged man looked around and saw that the chair in the room had been occupied by Bill, and there was a quilt on the bed, and there was no place to sit, so he had to stand at the door.

He knew Bill's character better and didn't care about being treated like this.

"Anyway...... Bill, have you been running out of money lately?"

The middle-aged man wanted to speak and stopped.

Bill's heart tightened, and he was a little relieved.

"I'm here to collect debts again. 」

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

"Bill, I went to Barclays Trust Bank for a visit and happened to see you, so I knew you were back. ”

"I know it's only 50p, and I won't chase you to your house at all, but my wife talks about it every day, and you know women, who always like to be careful, and half a penny must be counted clearly. ”

The memory flashed, and Bill remembered that he had rubbed past the man, who was carrying a wooden camera and wearing a brown trench coat.

"What does Williams have to do with this man?"

"It can't be just a debt relationship, this man is probably an ordinary person, and he doesn't want to mess with Williams, how did they meet?"

Grab 50p and put it on the table.

He didn't want to accidentally touch someone else's skin, and touching a living person was more unbearable than touching a corpse.

"Thank you very much. ”

The middle-aged man quickly grabbed 50p and put it in his coat pocket, and smiled at Bill, he didn't leave directly, as if he had other things to say, just what Bill wanted.

"What's the matter. ”

Continuing to ask, he wanted to know what Williams' social circle was.

"The ......"

"Maybe I'm talking too much, and you won't return to work in the club when you make money, I understand, but you can't just leave without a sound, right?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and began to preach as an adult.

"Anyway, the editor-in-chief of Thomas has always cared about you, he brought you to the newspaper three years ago, and you have a stable life, you can't just leave!"

"Editor-in-chief Thomas gave you even a three-month vacation, and now that you're back in Brittus, shouldn't you tell him you're back?"

The middle-aged man was a little excited, this was because he felt unworthy of the editor-in-chief Thomas, thinking that the care of the editor-in-chief of Thomas was fed to the dog.

"Thomas's editor-in-chief has been thinking about you, and he didn't come back to work on time because he was afraid that you would be in danger outside. ”

He added that he hoped to wake up this heartless man.

「...... It's surprising that this kid still has a serious job. 」

"It seems that he works at the newspaper, is he a page editor or a reporter?"

「...... It should be a journalist, and he sorted out the schedules of many celebrities and aristocrats in the newspaper to keep track of. 」

"He's still very attentive to his work. 」

"I almost forgot, I can check Williams's notes in the newspaper to see if there is any movement of Viscount Goode. 」

Bill thought quickly and opened his mouth to reply.

"I have no intention of resigning at the moment. ”

"I'll go to work tomorrow. ”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard the answer, and then nodded.

"It seems that when you have money, you remember the editor-in-chief Thomas, whose kindness was not completely wasted. ”

When the middle-aged man finally leaves, Bill closes the window, blows out the kerosene lamp, and returns to another room.

Williams' belongings were in another room, including the discarded newspapers, and he didn't know which newspaper he worked for, so he had to look for clues in the newspapers.

Once you're back in your room, flip through the newspaper quickly.

Among these newspapers full of lace news, there is one newspaper that has the largest number of newspapers, and it is placed in a separate pile and arranged relatively neatly.

This newspaper was called the Weekly News, and from January 1731 to three months earlier, every issue of the newspaper appeared, and the publishing house was a new editorial, and the name looked like a regular newspaper.

It was the new editor, and January 1731 was the time when Williams took up his work. ”

“......”

"The Thomas editor-in-chief probably knows Williams better, and he must be approached with caution. ”

I was a little nervous, and for the first time since coming into this world, Bill heard that someone else cared about Williams, and this feeling of being missed was very subtle.

Because the editor-in-chief didn't care about Bill, but about Williams, who might have disappeared, and he didn't like to be used as a replacement.

It's a pity that now he can only pretend to be someone else.

Lie back in bed and re-read the Weekly News.

The content of the newspaper, like that of other newspapers, was very radical, denouncing the government's tight control over technology, the weakness of diplomacy, and the corruption of the private lives of aristocratic officials.

Almost all unofficial newspapers use criticism of the government to win the public's attention.

Flipping to the lace news page, scribbling on it, and arranging the relationship between celebrities and aristocrats on the side, it can be seen that Williams is very attentive.

"He's definitely in charge of the gossip page. 」

You don't even have to look through the news, the news about Viscount Goode is everywhere.

A small part of the news was about Viscount Goode's succession to the title and his position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but more was about his ambiguous relationship with various women.

Whether it is a female star or a female branch girl, those who come will not refuse.

"Will this kind of guy be threatened too?"

Bill frowned, this society was more tolerant of aristocratic men than he had imagined, and even though Viscount Goode was plagued by all kinds of negative news, he still got mixed up in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Because he was an aristocrat, and he was male and single.

So only if you get the explosive news that Viscount Goode killed people and set fires, forced women to do powerful women, secretly abandoned his wife and children, and even betrayed the country, is it enough to threaten him, right?

The woman's offer was unexpectedly difficult.

"She should buy a murderer, find a killer to kill Viscount Goode directly, and completely cut off the possibility of Colon marrying her to Viscount Good. ”

"But it should take more money to buy a murderer to kill a nobleman, Williams's life is worth 800 gold pounds, and a viscount can cost thousands of gold pounds. ”

"And she must have suddenly learned that she was going to marry Viscount Goode, and she was completely unprepared for this, so she could only pin her hopes on me. ”

"Heh......"

Putting the newspaper back in its place, Bill snapped his neck, and after the killer was dealt with, he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

Late at night, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, the lights were dim, and under the dim street lights, a police car was speeding down the road and driving into the aristocratic district on the south side.

Sheriff Savoy was in the car, and the driver slowly parked the police car in front of a luxurious and quaint villa, saluted Savoy, and watched him get out of the car.

"Sheriff Shawe, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning!"

“...... Well. ”

Sergeant Shawei stepped out of the police car, the door slammed shut, and he looked at the villa in front of him, his mood was dull and complicated.

"Young Master, you're back!"

The large iron gate was opened by the guards, and the butler waited at the door, and a line of servants followed the butler while bowing to Sheriff Shawe.

His eyelids fluttered unconsciously, he didn't like this kind of pomp, and he didn't like to go home.

The grandeur of the mansion, surrounded on all sides by towering iron railings, reminded him of years ago when he was an officer in the army.

When the rebels were led to suppress the colonial rebels, the rebels who were captured were locked in cages surrounded by iron bars, and the last row fell.

Since then, he has hated the iron cage very much.

A few iron railings can divide the world into two worlds, but whether they stand inside or outside, the scenery in their eyes is blocked by the railings, and there is no difference.

That's why he ignored his family's opposition, rejected the promotion route arranged for him by his family, and left the army to serve in the police department, doing some work related to his profession and interesting.

With heavy feet, Shawei walked through the garden and slowly walked into the house.

The door opened automatically, and the man who stood on the stairs with a serious expression, dressed in an ancient ceremonial dress and holding a cane, examined Shavoy was his father, the Marquis of Stafford Stafford.

"Father, you're waiting for me so late?"

Sergeant Savoy took off his coat and handed it to the maid, who was already waiting nearby.

Looking calmly at the Marquis de Stafford, he had always believed that the man was very disappointed in him, and if it weren't for the fact that he had three older sisters and four younger sisters, he would have been stripped of his inheritance to the title.

Undoubtedly.

"You should spend more time at home with your mother, go to more contact with your mother's cousins, or go to more banquets to make a few friends, instead of focusing on the police station that has no future. ”

The Marquis de Stafford had a deep voice, he was over sixty years old, and spoke with a special transliteration, which was the tone of traditional aristocratic speech used to show that he was different from the inferior people.

"Father, I just took over here, and there are still some cases that have not been handed over, just like the murder case two months ago, and I have to ...... again"

"I can get the police chief to transfer you to logistics so you have time to go home. ”

The Marquis of Stafford forcefully interrupted Shawei's words, and Shawei's heart trembled slightly, knowing that he was not joking, and he always did what he said.

“...... I'm sorry, father, but I'll be home on time in the future, please rest assured. ”

The Marquis de Stafford snorted and turned to climb the spiral staircase made of solid wood.

"Tomorrow night you will meet with the little daughter of the Breitsin family, right at home, I have arranged for it, you must not be late. ”

"Father, I may ......"

Shawe was about to say no when the Marquis de Stafford stopped and turned his head to stare at Shawei's face.

"The Brechins have been traditional nobles for centuries, and the women who came out of that family are worthy of our Stafford, and now the Bolitsinians have great power in the diplomatic department, you have to behave well and win her heart. ”

When the Marquis de Stafford said this, he left on his own, completely ignoring Shawe's wishes.

Shawei looked at his back and sighed softly, he was going to be awake all night tonight.

He didn't know the youngest daughter of the Brechins, and he didn't have any ill will towards the girl, he just didn't like to be taken advantage of in his marriage and life.

It's like being locked in an iron cage, no matter whether you stand inside or outside, the scenery doesn't make any difference.

......