Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 17 Disappearance

Williams looked up and saw Bill Rudolph's gloomy face on the newspaper, and his tense muscles relaxed a little.

He reached out to take the Southwell beer handed by the bartender, and took a long sip.

"Didn't you read the newspaper? Bill is a wanted man of the church. You'd better curb your curiosity."

He reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Williams, who is rough and drinking, has the appearance of a classic East End gangster. His clothes are old and there are a few patches on the corners of his shirt, but what does not match his appearance is that his words reveal admonishment to strangers who "could die".

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

"I have a reason that I must understand." Yagel took his barley beer from the bartender, "Can't it be convenient?"

Looks like Beal has a past on the East Side.Judging from Williams' performance, he is quite prestigious in at least some people's hearts.

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

"Must understand?" Williams suddenly smiled darkly, "Old William said that you quickly found a job with the nobles, didn't you?"

"People like you who can always find an office will not understand how difficult life is here, and you will not understand Bill."

He took a sip of mulled wine.

"Or, show your sincerity and tell me why you need to know Bill's affairs, are you like those reporters who come to find some information so that you can slander him with nonsense."

"Or," Williams said hoarsely, showing Yager the beer glass he had already drunk, "just treat me as if you bought me a free drink."

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

All right, for the sake of telling the truth.

Yager reached into his pocket, took out a clean 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 at a law firm." Yager watched Williams take the business card. "The Clint and Bill case, you know? It was handled in our firm."

"That's not quite right."

"What's wrong?" Staring at the business card for a while, Williams asked eagerly, "What happened to Lenzer... really has something to do with Bill?"

"The newspaper said that Mr. Bill was an accomplice, but I've seen him." Yagel tapped on the Backlund Morning Post, without any hint of a secret. "His mental state makes it difficult for him to act normally, let alone help Clint."

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

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

"Bill is not someone who would involve others." Williams retorted subconsciously.

"Whatever you say." Yagel shrugged pretending to be worried.

He's actually lied about his reasons, and it's hard to explain why he's obsessed with it without revealing that Bill is dead.

Fortunately, Williams didn't dwell on his slightly far-fetched excuse.

The gangster from the East District looked at the wine glass in front of him and remained silent for a long time.

"Will you reverse the case for him?" Finally, he uttered a sentence from his trembling lips.

"I can try." Under the dim light of the tavern, the black-haired young man whose eyes could not be seen clearly replied.

"follow me."
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After leaving the pier tavern, Williams led Yager up a muddy path.

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

Because the outer wall of that building is too old, it has been mottled and filled with the colors of various waste water.Grey, brown, and traces of brown are mixed together, and the original white wall paint of the apartment can hardly be seen.

"Isn't Mr. Bill a professor at Central University?" Yagel stepped over a sunken puddle on the ground, "No one said he was from here."

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

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

He coughed twice, raised his hand and waved away the almost granular haze in the air.

"Being compared to a poor person will make them a laughing stock."

The arrogance of nobility.

Jagel thought of Duke Negan's subordinates who came to the office in the afternoon.Although polite and polite on the surface, every word in his tone reveals aggressiveness and condescension.

Bill Rudolph had to pay several times the effort of his peers to become a professor in this discriminatory atmosphere.

However, the former genius of the East Side has now become a puddle of meat.

Yagel's mood sank.

Under what circumstances would Bill risk his life and pray to an unknown existence?
He followed Williams across the steaming drain at the door and into the dank apartment.

"Bill used to live here, but now it's locked down." 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.

"The thieves have been here a few times and have turned the room into a mess."

"So there is a way to get in?" Yagel touched the thick iron chain.

"Yes. We can dig in from Liv's room next to me later. I told her that she would agree."

Williams replied in a low voice.

They stood talking in the dark corridor.

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

"He managed to get his first bonus as a professor and bought a house in Midtown. He could start a new life with his mother without being afraid of the eyes of people around him. Before, Mrs. Rudolph was reluctant to live in the house he rented, worrying about the social burden on him and the nobles."

"However, when he came back, he found his mother was missing."

"Missing?" Jagel frowned.

"Yes, at that time he searched everywhere and came to the tavern to ask me every day." Williams wiped his nose. "He was brought up 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 Mrs. Rudolph's disappearance.

Jagel clenched his hands in the windbreaker pockets.

At old William's pawn shop, the police in the Midtown area would come to get money from time to time, let alone the East Side.The police will definitely not look for someone seriously.

So, did Bill Rudolph join what the church calls the Psychological Alchemists, a place that sounds like an illegal organization, did he also want to find his mother?
"By the way," Williams suddenly remembered something when Yager was thinking about it, "Liv's youngest daughter also disappeared yesterday."

(End of this chapter)