Walking down the stairs with his head down, his pale golden eyes rolling and glancing behind him.

Bill was relieved to see someone glaring at him, cracking the corners of his mouth.

"The reporters in charge of inciting emotions came to rescue me, and the police must have been upset. 」

"Haha!"

Slowly walked out of the police station, no one stopped him.

Most of the police were sent to find Viscount Goode, and a few remained at the police station, and at this moment they were all dispatched to form a human wall at the door.

They're blocking the mixed journalists.

Journalists dressed in gray-brown bibs and striped shirts surrounded the police station, fists and cameras held high, shouting for the release of innocent citizens.

"The police station pretends to be public for personal gain, declares personal vendettas, and wantonly arrests poor civilians!"

"We demand that the police immediately release the newspaper reporter and maintain social justice!"

"Release! Release!"

“......”

On a cold night, the angry voices of the reporters reached Bill's ears, and the noise was purposeful.

Appearing at the door of the police station, the camera snapped, and all eyes were focused on him.

Covering his face in disgust, he didn't like the glare lights flashing in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to be in the newspaper.

The reporters were so excited that instead of trying to rush into the police station, they rushed to surround him, trying to learn everything that could be criticized from the person in question.

"Mr. Cliff, may I ask what you just experienced at the police station?"

"Mr. Cliff, did the police take you to the police station for questioning without any evidence, and why did they think you had anything to do with the case?"

"Mr. Cliff, did those hypocritical and incompetent police threaten to coerce or even torture you to confess that you had anything to do with Viscount Goode's disappearance?"

"Mr. Cliff, tell me what has just happened, and rest assured that we will not allow the abuse of power by state institutions!"

"Mr. Cliff......"

Clicking and photographing the thin young man walking out of the police station alone, the reporters had countless questions, most of them from different newspapers, and there was no shortage of well-known newspapers.

"Don't shoot me!"

"Damn, turn off the flash......"

Turning his head to dodge, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the noise in his ears continued.

There was chaos at the scene, and the reporters followed Bill.

"Mr. Cliff, you don't have to be nervous......"

"Ah——!h

Suddenly, a reporter was squeezed by the crowd, his feet were mixed together, and he fell straight forward.

Turning sideways in an instant, Bill kept his distance from the group of reporters even though they were surrounded by them.

It's just that the hapless journalist flutters with his hands and magically grabs a sleeve, like a life-saving straw, and he struggles desperately, trying to get back upright.

......

Ulla......

......

Momentarily stunned, the reporters also fell silent for a moment.

Bill shivered as his cheap clothes were torn and a scarred arm was exposed to the cold air.

"It's ......"

"How did he ......?"

"Quick, quick shot, this is evidence, this is the best evidence, it proves that the police station really used lynching!"

"Big news, big news!"

"Mr. Cliff, you don't have to say anything, we will get justice this time!"

“......”

Frowning, the reporters were even more excited, and Bill quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the group of reporters.

Williams's scars, and his habit of dressing cheaply and modestly, in pursuit of cleanliness and comfort, suddenly became their excitement.

As reporters photographed the scars and the police station, Bill's pale and cold face no longer mattered, and what happened to him at the police station no longer mattered.

Sergeant Shawei took a cigar in his mouth and came to the door of the police station.

The police rushed to ask him, they were helpless about what was happening at the moment, and they did not know why the suspect had scars on his body.

"Sheriff Shavoy, those reporters are talking nonsense again!"

"Sergeant Shawei, what to do now, tomorrow the police station will definitely become the target of public criticism again!"

"Sheriff Shawey, that's obviously an old scar, and the shameless reporter also said it was a new ......"

The police were noisy, and Sheriff Shawai squinted at the sight, his shirt wrinkled by the wind, and he spat out a puff of white smoke, which quickly dissipated.

He is tall in leather shoes and leather jacket, smoking a good cigar, and the picture contrasts with that of a poorly dressed and malnourished Bill.

"Just wait. ”

"Unless we find evidence that he is indeed involved in the disappearance of Viscount Goode, the more we say and do now, the more we are wrong. ”

Shawe didn't say anything more, just stared at Bill's departing back and watched every move.

Bill rushed out of the circle of reporters, although he hated the police, he didn't want to help the newspaper and the government against it, he just wanted to stay away from the troubles.

Secrets that are not known to anyone must be firmly locked in the bottom of your heart.

Continuing to pick up the pace, he came to the corner of the street, where he saw a carriage parked behind the crowd.

Under the gas lamp, the editor-in-chief Thomas leaned against the carriage with his hat in his hand, and his briefcase in his hand, and he was looking up into the crowd with a serious expression.

He's looking for Bill.

Hansen was there, too, opening the lid of his pocket watch to check the time, as if he had something very important to do.

"Hey, Bill!"

"This way, this way!"

Hansen soon saw Bill and waved to him excitedly, and Thomas's editor-in-chief finally smiled and slowly opened his arms.

"Kid, it's great to see you're okay. ”

The body froze, and although the whole body refused, it still did not push away the editor-in-chief Thomas.

"This is the only one in the world who cares about Williams Cliff, right?"

Only when confronted with Thomas's editor-in-chief, Bill could not remain indifferent.

"Editor-in-Chief Thomas, I'm fine. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, good boy, let's go. ”

Editor-in-Chief Thomas smiled and took off his hat, revealing his silver hair, buttoned his black top hat to his chest, and bowed slightly to the reporters behind Bill.

These reporters, sure enough, were brought in by Thomas, the editor-in-chief, in order to rescue Bill.

The reporters looked at each other, and they wanted to dig into something more detailed.

However, the editor-in-chief Thomas kept bowing, did not look up, and was full of sincerity, and the reporters took a few photos of the editor-in-chief Thomas saluting, and all of them dispersed.

In front of the police station, Sergeant Savoy sees everything.

"Who's that guy?"

Squinting his eyes and exhaling smoke rings, the cold did not freeze his mind, and he quickly guessed why the reporters had suddenly arrived.

"Sheriff Shawey, who is the owner of the new editorial office and the editor-in-chief of The Weekly News, Thomas Rudson. ”

The assistant police officer also followed behind Sha Wei, who was assigned to him by the police department, and he was rigorous and conscientious in his work, and he had a good memory.

"Rudson?"

"I seem to have some impression of this surname, he has such a strong appeal in the press industry, it is not just a newspaper owner, I will check his details in the future. ”

"Yes, Sheriff Shawe!"

Seeing Bill board the carriage, the Shawei police turned around and walked back to the police station, a few branches flying through the sky, and the windy weather was indeed not suitable for staying outside.

Although he cared about the one named Williams and what he wanted to hide, Sergeant Shawei did not forget to ask the hapless Viscount Goode.

"By the way, is Viscount Goode missing?"

"I'm so sorry, Sergeant Shawey, all the police cars have been dispatched, and nothing has come back about Viscount Goode......"

"Sheriff, what are we going to do next?"

"There are a lot of letters from above, and the pressure on the director's side is ......"

The assistant police officer takes almost everything into account.

"Did the butler mention any new clues?"

The assistant cop shook his head, he seemed to have expected it.

Shawe nodded, turned back to the office, and began to sort out the papers.

He believes that there is no perfect crime, and there must be clues in the missing case that have not been discovered.

The decryption process is his greatest pleasure.