Williams leaned over and saw Bill Rudolph's gloomy face on the newspaper, and his tense muscles relaxed a little.
He reached out and took the Southwell beer from the bartender and took a long sip.
"Didn't you read the newspaper? Bill is a wanted criminal in the church. You'd better curb your curiosity."
He reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.
The rough and drunk Williams looks like a classic East End gangster. He is dressed in shabby clothes and has a few patches on the corners of his shirt. But contrary to his appearance, his words contain admonitions to strangers who are "seeking death."
Maybe 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 it be convenient?"
It seems that Bill has a past in the Eastern Conference. Judging from Williams' performance, he is quite prestigious in at least some people's hearts.
The black-haired young man, who was out of tune with the noisy atmosphere of the bar, sipped the bitter beer in his hand.
"Must understand?" Williams suddenly smiled gloomily, "Old William said you found a job with the nobles very quickly, right?"
"People like you who can always find a seat in the office don't understand how difficult life is here, and they don't understand Bill."
He took a sip of wine.
"Either you show your sincerity and tell me why you need to know about Bill. Are you like those reporters who are looking for some information to slander him with nonsense?"
"Or," Williams said in a hoarse voice, showing Yager the beer glass he had finished drinking, "just treat it like you bought me a drink for free."
In the noisy tavern, the two looked at each other in silence.
Okay, for the sake of telling the truth.
Yager reached into his pocket, took out a white card, and handed it to Williams.
At least so far, all he heard was genuine anger, and it was unlikely that this East Ender had 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 found a decent job in a law firm." Yager looked at Williams and took the business card, "Do you know about Clint and Bill's case? In
Our firm has handled it before.”
"That's not right."
"What's wrong?" After staring at the business card for a while, Williams asked eagerly, "What happened to Lunze...is it really related to Bill?"
"The newspaper said that Mr. Bill was an accomplice, but I have seen him." Yager knocked on the Backlund Morning News without giving away, "His mental state makes it difficult for him to act normally, let alone help Clint.
Already."
The squirming corpse couldn't even crawl out of that room.
"And Mr. Bill came to see me, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't involved in the case."
"Bill is not someone who involves others." Williams subconsciously retorted.
"Whatever you say." Yager pretended to be worried and shrugged.
He actually told a not very clever lie about the reason. After all, it was difficult to explain why he persisted in this matter without revealing that Bill was dead.
Fortunately, Williams didn't dwell on his far-fetched excuse.
The gangster from the East District looked at the wine glass in front of him and was quiet for a long time.
"Will you reverse the verdict for him?" Finally, he spat out a sentence from his trembling lips.
"I can try." Under the dim light of the tavern, the black-haired young man answered clearly.
"follow me."
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After leaving the Pier Tavern, Williams took Yager on a muddy path.
"Bill lived here a long time ago." He pointed to a dilapidated and damp apartment at the end of the road.
The exterior wall of that building was so old that it was mottled with various colors of wastewater. Traces of gray, brown, and brown were mixed together, and the original white wall paint of the apartment could hardly be seen.
"Isn't Mr. Bill a professor at Central University?" Yager crossed a sunken puddle on the ground. "No one said he was from here."
Williams sneered: "Of course they won't tell."
"Even if I have never been to Uptown, I know that they look down on people from the East District just like the people in Midtown."
He coughed twice and raised his hand to wave away the almost granular haze in the air.
"Being compared to a poor person makes them a laughing stock."
The arrogance of the nobility.
Yager thought of Duke Negan's subordinates who came to the office in the afternoon. Although they were polite and polite on the surface, every word in their tone revealed that they were aggressive and condescending.
Bill Rudolph must have worked several times harder than his peers to become a professor in such an atmosphere full of discrimination.
However, the genius of the East End has now become a pile of minced meat.
Yager's mood dropped.
Under what circumstances would Bill risk his life and pray to an unknown existence?
He followed Williams across the steaming sewer opening at the door and into the damp apartment.
"Bill originally lived here, but now it has been blocked." Williams led him up the narrow stairs to the end of the second floor, in front of a wooden door surrounded by a large iron chain.
"Thieves have been here several times and turned the room into a mess."
"So is there a way to get in?" Yager touched the thick iron chain.
"Yes. We can break in from Liv's house next door later. I told her and she would agree."
Williams replied lowly.
They stood in the dark corridor talking.
"Originally, a few weeks ago, Bill was planning to take his mother to move out from here." Williams looked at the dusty door with red eyes.
"He finally got his first bonus as a professor and bought a house in Midtown. He could start a new life with his mother without fear of the eyes of the people around him. Before, Mrs. Rudolf had been unwilling to live there. He went to the house he rented because he was worried that it would be a burden on his social life with the nobles."
"But when he came back, he found that his mother was missing."
"Missing?" Yager frowned.
"Yes, he was looking everywhere at that time and came to the pub every day to ask me." Williams wiped his nose. "He was raised by Mrs. Rudolph since he was a child. This is his only relative."
"But he was never found. Then...I never saw him again."
So the focus is on the disappearance of Mrs. Rudolf.
Yager clenched his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.
When I was at old William's pawn shop, the police from the Central City District would often come to get money, let alone the East District ones. The police would definitely not be serious about looking for someone.
So, did Bill Rudolph join what the church calls the Psychological Alchemy Society, which sounds like an illegal organization, to find his mother?
"By the way," just when Yager was lost in thought, Williams suddenly remembered something, "Liv's little daughter also went missing yesterday."
This chapter has been completed!