"Liv? Is this the resident next door to Bill?" Yager asked.
"Yes," Williams led him to the damp wooden door next to him, "Liv and her two daughters, Freya and Daisy, their family are all starry ladies. I heard that her two daughters also If you want to be like Bill, get some diplomas and leave the East End."
"But just yesterday, Daisy, their youngest daughter, got lost on the way back from delivering clothes."
"I even wonder if there is any curse in this place. Obviously both of them finally had a chance, but the result was..."
Williams let out a long sigh.
This is really not quite right.
Staring at the two old and similar doors, Yager silently analyzed the information in the words.
First of all, both Daisy and Mrs. Rudolph have lived here for more than ten years. They are very familiar with the roads, and the probability of getting lost on their own is close to zero. Not to mention that Mrs. Rudolph is an adult, even if she really gets lost, she can Find it yourself.
Secondly, Viscount Clint, the missing Lunze, and the dead Bill Rudolph all have interactions with the East End. Especially Bill who joined the Psychological Alchemy Society. He is a professor and has contacts with the nobles. After his mother disappeared, he must have I used my own social resources to search, but in the end I found nothing.
The combination of these factors makes it difficult not to suspect that there is a huge force behind the East District fishing in troubled waters and achieving some purpose by kidnapping people.
"Can I ask about Daisy?" Yager looked up at Williams, "Both Daisy and Mrs. Rudolph disappeared nearby. Maybe there is some connection between them."
"I'm not particularly sure." Williams replied hesitantly. "Daisy is still young, only thirteen or fourteen years old. I heard that she was delivering clothes with her sister on the edge of the East District, and disappeared after passing through an alley."
"But you'd better not ask Liv herself first. She's very sad now, and she never really trusts outsiders."
Went with my sister.
Yager raised the possibility of kidnapping a little more, and at the same time secretly lamented his status as a foreigner who was not welcome anywhere.
Eh? Where were you not popular before?
He rubbed his temples.
"The police won't look for it seriously." Next to him, Williams knocked on the door of Liv's house with serious water corrosion marks, and muttered in a low tone, "These police are like this, how can people with no power and power control them?" Those damn moths? Poor Liv and the others can only ask everywhere on their own."
"Bang bang bang."
"It's me, Williams."
Rapid footsteps sounded behind the door. If you listened carefully through the door panel with no soundproofing function, you could still faintly hear the cry of a girl.
The door opened a crack.
"Williams? What's the business of coming over so late at night?" Liv, whose face was full of wrinkles, said through the crack in the door.
Her hair was tied back and she was wearing a household apron. She should have looked like a very capable female worker, but now, her usually shrewd eyes were just lifeless.
"This is Mr. Drester from the Midtown Law Firm. He is investigating Bill's matter. We would like to use your balcony to go there." Williams leaned forward and answered.
"Come in." Liv glanced at Yager warily and took two steps back.
Perhaps it was because Yager's clothes were incompatible with those in the East District and there seemed to be no need to threaten them, or perhaps because Williams had a good reputation here, Liv did not stop their rash request to climb onto the balcony late at night.
Yager followed Williams quickly through the messy living room.
When walking through the bedroom, you can see a crying girl through the gap in the curtain.
"That's Freya, she went out with her sister yesterday." Standing on the balcony, Williams lowered his voice and said to Yager.
However, Liv, who had been watching them eagerly, immediately discovered the direction they were looking in, rushed up to block their sight, and glared at them: "If you want to go, go quickly! Don't look around in my house!"
"Sorry, sorry." Williams quickly bowed and apologized, quickly jumped over the balcony railing, and jumped to the balcony next door.
But this tough woman had no intention of stopping. Then she turned back and roared at the crying girl: "Why are you crying! Do you still want to go to school? Hurry up and wash your clothes!"
The girl's sobs stopped, and then she started washing the clothes in the big basin in front of her.
"It's all my fault..." Freya blamed herself in a weak voice.
She buried her hands in the foaming basin and washed the foaming mountain of clothes.
On the balcony, Yager also pushed himself over the railing under urging.
He keenly captured the key word, go to school.
Before coming, he also did some homework. At least he knew that going to school was not something that ordinary people in the East District could afford. Most people in the East District, including minors, had to work every day to barely afford it.
Life.
Those who can set aside money to send their children to school are good parents, such as Liv and Mrs. Rudolph.
Yager sighed.
Before completely entering the next room, he turned on his spiritual vision and looked back.
Liv's home was all gray, without any trace of the extraordinary. Without the intervention of extraordinary power, he would have no way to track the whereabouts of the extraordinary, and there would be no way to find anyone.
It's a pity that he can't help find Daisy.
...
A few blocks away, Klein's figure also appeared in the East End.
He followed the thin boy Ian in front of him and walked deeper.
"I'm sorry to involve you in this matter," Ian, the MI9 spy, lowered the brim of his beret and quickly explained to Klein, "The Zigman Party has heard about this matter and has gone to
Settling down near your residence, I can only take you to the East District to hide for a while."
"There's a safe house for us here."
"Okay." Klein coughed and avoided the dirty puddle in the middle of the road.
The smog in the Eastern District is too serious, and the environmental pollution caused by the industrial revolution is still immeasurable.
He sighed in his heart.
But what surprised him the most was the big boy Ian.
Just now, Ian explained everything to him.
Ian was originally a child adopted by a spy from MI9. Together with his adopter, he served the kingdom's intelligence agency. Some time ago, they found a precious mechanic's manuscript, which was crucial to technological construction.
.
Unfortunately, because of the possible double agent around them, Intis also learned the news and killed Ian's adoptee in order to obtain the manuscript.
Ian, and Klein, who took over Ian's commission, are currently being hunted by Ambassador Intis.
"I have informed MI9 of the location of the manuscript, and they will come to pick us up soon."
The logic seems a bit inconsistent?
Shouldn't MI9 be going to the location of the manuscript? Why did it come to pick them up...
"Wait a minute," Klein looked at the big boy in front of him in astonishment, "You mean, the manuscript is with us?"
Ian, who was flying with Klein, shook his head: "No."
Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise the possibility of them being intercepted by Beckron in the Eastern District would have been very high.
Yesterday, his divination results showed that there was danger in the past three days, so he quickly returned to the Brave Bar and hired Miss Sharon from the Rose Sect at a large price.
It's not just that he was assassinated in the East District today.
"The manuscript is in the safe house where we are going."
cough!
Klein couldn't take a breath, it was choked in his throat.
This chapter has been completed!