Williams poked his head over and saw Bill Rudolph's gloomy face on the newspaper, his tense muscles loosening slightly.

He reached out and took the Southwell beer from the bartender and took a big sip.

"Didn't you read the newspaper? Bill is a wanted man for the church, and you'd better keep your curiosity in check. ”

He reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.

The rugged and drinking Williams has the appearance of a classic East End thug, he is dressed in old clothes and has a few patches on the corner of his shirt, but what does not match his appearance is that his words reveal an exhortation to strangers who are "looking for death".

Probably not wanting to say anything about Bill is part of the reason for his kindness.

"I have a reason that I need to know." Yager took his barley beer from the bartender, "Can't you make it easier?" ”

Looks like Bill has a history in the East End. Judging by Williams' performance, he has a lot of prestige in the hearts of at least some people.

The black-haired young man, who was out of step with the noisy atmosphere of the bar, sipped the bitter beer in his hand.

"Must know?" Williams suddenly smiled gloomily, "Old William said that you quickly found a job with the nobles, right?" ”

"Someone like you who can always find an office to sit in won't understand how sad life is here, and you won't understand Bill."

He took a sip of his sullen wine.

"Or, you show sincerity and tell me what is necessary for you to know about Bill, whether you are like those reporters who came to find some information to slander him nonsense."

"Or," Williams said hoarsely, showing Yager the beer glass he had finished, "just if you gave me a free drink." ”

In the noisy tavern, the two looked at each other in silence.

Well, for your sake of telling the truth.

Yager reached into his pocket, pulled out a clean white card, and handed it to Williams.

So far, at least, all he's heard is genuine anger, and it's unlikely that the Eastside has anything to do with the forces that persecuted Clint.

So it's not a big problem to reveal a little bit of information.

"You're right, I got a decent job in a law firm." Yager watched as Williams took the card, "Clint and Bill's case, you know what?" I have done it in our office. ”

"That's not quite right."

"What's wrong?" Staring at the business card for a while, Williams asked with some eagerness, "Lunze has an accident...... Is it really related to Bill? ”

"The newspapers say Mr. Beale is an accomplice, but I've seen him." Yager knocked on the Beckland Morning Post and didn't sell it, "His mental state is hardly enough for him to be able to move normally, let alone help Clint." ”

The wriggling corpse couldn't even climb out of that room.

"And Mr. Bill came to me, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't involved in the case."

"Bill is not the one to get someone involved." Williams subconsciously retorted.

"Say whatever you want." Yager shrugged his shoulders as he feigned concern.

He actually told a not-so-clever lie about the reason, after all, it is difficult to explain why he is obsessed with this without revealing that Bill is dead.

Thankfully, Williams didn't dwell on his slightly far-fetched excuses.

The East Side thug looked at the wine glass in front of him and was silent for a long time.

"Will you overturn the case for him?" Finally, he spat out a sentence from his trembling lips.

"I can try." In the dim light of the tavern, the black-haired young man who couldn't see clearly replied.

"Follow me."

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After leaving the dock tavern, Williams took Yager down a dirt path.

"Bill lived here a long time ago." He pointed to a dilapidated and damp apartment at the end of the road.

The exterior walls of the building were so old that they were mottled with the colors of wastewater. Gray, brown, and brown marks are intertwined, and the original white wall paint of the apartment is almost invisible.

"Mr. Bill isn't a professor at Chuo University?" Yager crossed a hollow puddle in the ground, "No one said he was from here. ”

Williams sneered: "Of course they won't say. ”

"Even if I haven't been to Uptown, I know that they look down on people from the East Side, just like the lords in Midtown."

He coughed twice and raised his hand to sweep away the almost granular haze in the air.

"Being compared to a pauper makes them laughing."

The arrogance of the nobility.

Yager remembered Duke Negan's subordinates who had come to the office in the afternoon. Although the surface is polite and polite, every word in the tone reveals aggressiveness and condescending.

Bill Rudolph had to work several times as hard as his peers to become a professor in this discriminatory atmosphere.

However, the genius of the former East End is now a puddle of minced meat.

Yager's mood sank.

Under what circumstances would Bill put his life aside and pray to an unknown being?

He followed Williams across the steaming sewer in the doorway and into the damp apartment.

"Bill used to live here, but now it's locked down." Williams led him up the narrow staircase to the end of the second floor, in front of a wooden door surrounded by large chains.

"Thieves have visited here a few times and turned the room into a mess."

"So there's a way to get in?" Yager touched the thick chain.

"Yes. We'll be able to climb into Liv's room next to us, and I told her she'll say yes. ”

Williams replied in a low voice.

They stood in a dark hallway and talked.

"Originally, a few weeks ago, Bill was ready to take his mother out of here." Williams' eyes were red as he looked at the dusty door.

He finally got his first prize as a professor, bought a house in Midtown, and could start a new life with his mother without fear of the eyes of the people around him. Previously, Madame Rudolph had been reluctant to live in his rented house, fearing that it would be a burden on his social relations with the aristocracy. ”

"But when he returned, he found his mother missing."

"Missing?" Yager frowned.

"Yes, he was looking everywhere and came to the tavern every day to ask me." Williams wiped his nose. "He was brought up by Madame Rudolph since he was a child, and this is his only relative."

But he never found it. Afterward...... I never saw him again. ”

So the focus is on the disappearance of Mrs. Rudolph.

Yager's hand clenched in the pocket of his trench coat.

When William Sr. was at his pawn shop, the police in Midtown often came to get oil and water, not to mention the East End. The police will not seriously look for someone.

So, did Bill Rudolph join the Church's so-called Psychological Alchemy Society, a place that was at first heard to be an illegal organization, also to find his mother?

"By the way," Williams suddenly remembered something just as Yager was deep in thought, "the little daughter of the Liv family was also lost yesterday. ”