I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

After waking up, Drizzt breathed in the moist and cold air. He felt that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat and his whole body was a little exhausted. He sat up and found that the night was still very deep.

[You have witnessed the pollution scene]

【Sanity-2】

Sia's snoring was louder than the sound of machinery running from time to time in the factory outside. Drizzt even wondered if these dreams he had were related to this girl.

As for Lu Tian, ​​he was sleeping soundly while holding the big orange cat that had gone to who-knows where before as a pillow. The orange cat had a painful expression and wanted to struggle, but Lu Tian hugged him tightly, and the cat couldn't do anything at all. He couldn't run away and could only whimper occasionally.

Drizzt closed his eyes and recalled the dream.

Indeed, the lives of the girl and herself in the dream have improved a lot. It can be seen that a period of time must have passed.

As for how girls make money and survive, in the underworld, you can get answers to such topics without asking.

Drizzt was more emotional than sympathetic.

In the abandoned capital, the gap between people is sometimes wider than that between people and dogs.

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He picked up the pendant that he had dropped on the coffee table just now because he fell asleep.

This small wooden flower-like pendant also appeared in the dream just now, right in front of the girl's neck.

"The person in the dream is Flora?"

Drizzt truly felt the transformation of a woman. Except for the similarities in their eyebrows, the two people felt different in other places.

And having said that, the scene in Drizzt's dream may have been more than a few years ago.

"Is this dream trying to tell me something? Why should I kill Flora?"

"Could it be that the murderer's real target is Flora and not Dr. House?"

"Or is this the murderer's perspective?"

Drizzt is now a little glad that this dream is not a real dream but some kind of contaminated knowledge. Although his rationality has been reduced, now he can clearly recall every detail of the dream as long as he closes his eyes.

He closed his eyes and tried to find more clues.

For example, the location of the room the two of them are in, or the identity of the owner of the dream.

Because the woman in "Good Times" said that Flora didn't have many relatives or friends, then the owner of this dream might not have a good ending, or there might be a break with Flora, leading to resentment.

In the dream, when the girl handed Drizzt the food, he tried hard to turn his head, but found that his head did not move at all, and even his eyeballs could not move. He could not look anywhere else.

Probably because the owner of the dream didn't see it at the time, so things that even the other party doesn't know about can't appear in the dream.

Entering the dreamland again, Drizzt did not turn his head this time, but carefully stared at the furnishings of the room behind the girl with his eyes, and used the corner of his eye to peek at the scenery outside the window.

The sky is gray, but the factory smoke can already be seen. This is a house near the factory. The layout is like a small apartment. A small apartment with this kind of windows.

Drizzt tried to recall what he had learned throughout his life, trying to find clues about the apartment.

Near the factory area, there are such cheap small apartments, most of which share toilets and bathrooms. The houses only have beds. These are of course not for workers, but for some clerical staff and foremen in the factory. Compared with In the dirty and smelly black streets, these locations are obviously more comfortable.

The higher-end apartments, the ones with their own private bathrooms, are closer to the center of the abandoned city.

A house like Drizzt's is already considered a mansion to those lower-class civilians.

Continuously recalling the dream, Drizzt's mind was filled with the girl's face.

At this moment, Drizzt suddenly had an inspiration, and he remembered something.

His eyes focused on the girl's hand. She had just taken out a medicine bottle, which was medicine to treat "him". He bought it cheaply with the money the girl earned.

Drizzt read the label on the medicine bottle clearly.

He knew this label very well, he had seen it before.

"Dr. House's clinic provides such medicine."

Opening his eyes from the dream, Drizzt felt that he had caught the tail of inspiration.

"Cheap medicine, Flora and Dr. House, they have an intersection here, which means the house they live in is not far from the dark street. I need to look for it."

He got up, stepped over the snoring Shia and Lu Jian who was holding the cat, and went to his office. He pulled out the map of the abandoned city. It was said to be a map. Basically, most of them were marked by himself. Trace Te found Dr. House's clinic and looked for apartments around his clinic.

Soon, Drizzt found an apartment named Happy House.

Despite the name, the condition of the apartment was not very good. It was a cheap apartment with a shared bathroom and poor sound insulation.

Drizzt wrote down the address, rummaged through old newspapers, read the apartment rental advertisement and the name of the contact person, and wrote it down in a small notebook. After doing this, he leaned back on his chair, picked up his pipe, and He wanted to take a puff, but after recalling his frail body in the dream, he put down the pipe again.

He dug out Dr. House's files, which contained patient files. He rummaged around and then remembered one more thing.

The police and I must have checked Dr. House's medical records long ago. Except for those that Mrs. Martina needs, there must be no other files on Flora.

She was not an official patient of Dr. House's.

"Maybe they came into contact with Dr. House when he was distributing medicines. Do the two people here really have some unknown connection?"

Drizzt, who often interacts with drama, has imagined a big drama.

Glancing at the pendant in his hand, Drizzt suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't know whether it was because of the influence of the dream just now, or the imbalance that he was still working hard so late at night while the other two were fast asleep.

He came to the window, looked at the ruined city that would never completely sleep, and sighed.

The next day, early in the morning, Drizzt was awakened by Lu Trip's voice. He fell asleep directly on the chair, his neck was very sore.

During breakfast time, he saw the sandwich Lu Tan brought from the restaurant downstairs and felt a little nauseous for a moment.

Drizzt did not eat breakfast, but told Lu Tan and Shia about his dream last night and the investigation he conducted.

"So we're going to check out the apartment today?"

Lu Tan asked, with traces of milk still on the corner of his mouth.

"I always have a feeling that the owners of my dreams are trying to tell me something and want me to stop it."

Drizzt muttered.

"Is this a detective's intuition?"

Lu Tiao asked.

"If I could, I'd like you to have this dream."

Drizzt said to Lu Tiao seriously.