In the dilapidated apartment, Williams and Yager entered Bill Rudolph's old house through the balcony.
Yager turned on the lantern attached to his waist.
As described before, due to the frequent visits of thieves, the dark room is now in chaos. Scattered books, old clothes, and old furniture have been dumped on the ground, forming a thick layer of spider webs.
The dusty ground is full of messy footprints.
"These bastards!" Although he had known that this might happen, Williams still cursed angrily after seeing clearly.
"You're a bastard with mud in your head! You're a thief who deserves to have your hands chopped off!"
"Have you forgotten what Bill did to the East End? He deserved to starve to death on the docks!******!"
He roared out a series of dirty words without repetition, allowing outsiders to experience the profoundness of Loen language.
Yager shamefully pulled Williams, whose chest was still heaving, and said, "Calm down."
Forget it, brother, it's not worth taking another life.
Supporting the angry East Ender, he briefly scanned the entire room.
In addition to the mess everywhere, traces of life long ago can still be seen on the walls illuminated by lanterns. They are filled with children's graffiti and some certificates of poor quality.
It seems that Bill Rudolph has been an excellent student since childhood.
In addition, there is a photo frame with broken glass in the corner of the room. Inside is a photo of several little boys dressed in simple clothes. It seems to be a photo frame in an orphanage.
The strange thing is that although the whole room is dusty, a specific location is quite clean.
For example, that picture frame, its broken glass shards covered the floor in front of the sofa in the living room, but it was placed on the bookshelf on the side.
Even the front is so clean that you can see the photo clearly without wiping it.
Another example.
Yager lowered the lantern so that the messy footsteps on the ground could be clearly seen.
Logically speaking, only thieves visit the room, but there are many footprints of leather boots with heels and exquisitely textured soles. Thieves in the East District, and even the police, may not be able to afford shoes at this price.
"Williams, has anyone investigated Bill's case recently?"
"What?" After dozens of seconds, the excited Williams managed to recover from the congestion on his face, panting and sitting on the only chair in the room that had not overturned, "Oh, investigation? There are quite a lot of people.
of."
"It's mainly the damn reporters from various newspapers, and then there's you. No, no, I didn't mean to say you deserved to die. You are different from them. Those ****..."
Seeing that he was about to start again, Yager quickly stopped the conversation: "I mean, has anyone else been to this room?"
"Ahem," a string of curse words stuck in his mouth. The local local from the East District turned his head and thought for a moment before replying: "That's not true."
"I have been paying attention to Bill's affairs, and I have determined that the lock on the front door has not been removed since the police came when Bill's accident occurred. Liv did not see anyone else wandering around the door. The footprints should have been made by the thief."
This is not right.
Yager nodded and did not reveal his guess.
He silently turned on his spiritual vision.
Huo!
After his vision dimmed, what appeared in front of Yager's eyes were layers of transparent silk threads, almost woven into a spider web.
There are all traces of extraordinary beings here.
Well, there are three on the balcony behind, with a feeling of thunder, they should be from the Church of Storms. There are also two around the cabinet on the left, and the familiar smell tells him that they were left by followers of the God of Steam and Machinery.
But the most numerous ones are ubiquitous, almost black threads. Their shapes are vague, and a middle-aged man with a goatee can be vaguely seen from inside.
It was left by the deceased Bill Rudolph.
A gentle but guiding approach. Yager is not sure which sequence it belongs to. After all, the number of extraordinary beings he has met is limited. But it is certain that Bill who can leave them behind is at least Sequence 8 or above.
etc.
He paused in front of the broken glass of the picture frame.
Under the observation of his spiritual vision, he could notice that there was a piece of broken glass with a little bit of blood, and the blood was stained with an undetectable supernatural aura, which was similar to the one on Lunze's severed finger that he saw in the Minsk office a few days ago.
The faint silk threads are exactly the same.
The same supernatural being caused the severed finger and this drop of blood.
Whose blood is this?
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Williams watched nervously as Yager walked around the room.
"Yes." Yager turned around and looked at him, "Do Lunze and Bill know each other?"
"They do know each other. Sorry, I thought you knew."
Williams looked at him in surprise and recounted a piece of history that the newspaper had not told: "Mr. Lenzer was originally the son of a company owner in Midtown, but when he was five years old, the riots in the East End spread to
Edge, let him get lost on the way out to play."
"Because he was so young, he couldn't remember his home address, so he was taken to an orphanage for a few years. The orphanage was just a block away from here, and that's when he met Bill."
"Later, when he was sixteen years old, he went to Zhongcheng District to look for his parents. He happened to be seen by his father's employees, and he was taken home from here."
"But Mr. Lenzer always remembers his days in the East End. Over the years, he and Bill have continued to donate to the orphanage and the East End. They built the two roads here. Therefore, the Dockers Union and we all
I would like to give it to Mr. Lunze’s friends..."
Williams' expression twisted, and he ignored Clint's name, "...Vote."
Obviously, even if he is willing to believe that Bill Rudolph was not involved in killing Renzer, he still does not trust Viscount Clint, the associate member who received all the votes.
On the sidelines, Yager finally figured out the context of the matter after listening to this past incident.
So the most likely reason for the case now is that Clint's hostile faction didn't want to see him get a seat in the Senate, so they kidnapped Lenzer and framed Clint.
In this way, Clint lost his base and his candidacy at the same time, once and for all. Duke Negan, who originally supported him, saw the opportunity to rob the paper mill, and joined the ranks to add insult to injury.
Now, the good news is that if the blood belongs to Lunze, Lunze may still be alive, and Viscount Clint has a chance to turn over.
Yager picked up the bloody glass shards on the ground and looked at the lantern.
The bad news is, he still doesn't know Bill Rudolph's role in this. If the blood is Lenzer's, why is he here after being injured? If the blood is not, whoever amputated Lenzer's finger and who
What does it have to do with Bill?
"Dong dong..."
A faint voice came from outside.
Yager's expression suddenly changed.
"how--"
"Quiet."
He raised his hand to turn off the lantern and stopped Williams who wanted to get up.
In the dark room, Yager stared at the side of the living room, the bedroom they had never entered.
The door of the room was open, like a black hole in the absence of light, with only the light of the red moon shining through the innermost window.
"Dong dong..."
The sound of shoe soles hitting metal came from outside the window.
Someone is coming up.
Yager quietly moved to the shadow on the side of the bedroom door, reached his right hand into the inside of his windbreaker, and took out the weapon he had prepared in advance.
【Evelyn】
[A special pistol used by Cainhurst Knight. This weapon named Evelyn uses mercury bullets like other factory guns, but Cainhurst's version has a more refined design to highlight its elegance,
Quite popular among knights.】
Although he could no longer remember where the familiar place name Cainhurst came from, Yager had a more brutal impression of this pistol.
Extremely lethal.
It is guaranteed to open the skull of an extraordinary person at the moment of firing.
He silently waited for the arrival of the person who was about to experience his unparalleled splendor in person——
Outside the window, Klein, who knew nothing about it, followed Ian and climbed the hidden metal ladder.
This chapter has been completed!