I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"What's wrong? Don't worry, I won't leave you. We'll be together forever."

The girl smiled at Drizzt.

He felt a little dizzy.

When Drizzt woke up, he found that it was still dark.

thump—

The sound of factory machinery could be heard in the distance; when a person is tired enough, even such noise can become a lullaby to help them fall asleep.

Trist felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was pressing down on it. He tried to move, but found himself unable to move.

Twisting his neck and looking down, Trist saw the big orange cat lying on his chest, its heavy body curled up in a ball, fast asleep.

"go with!"

Trist patted the big orange cat's butt, and the cat only twitched its ears, showing no intention of moving.

Only after he sat up did the orange cat, having lost its soft paw pads, jump down and disappear somewhere else.

Trist licked his lips, the bitter taste of the bread seemingly lingering in his mouth. He felt as if he had become that guy slumped in the dark alley, waiting for his companions to come to his rescue.

That feeling of powerlessness made Trist clench his fists tightly.

He saw that Xia and Lu Ban were both asleep, and a few blades of grass were still growing out of Lu Ban's hair, bathed in moonlight.

Drizzt picked up the homemade wine and gulped it down.

He only realized what was happening after he sobered up from the alcohol.

What did I just dream about?

Twisted Fate did not have such an experience. Compared to the current ruins, his upbringing was actually quite good. This was clearly not a dream created from his own memories.

What is this?

Trist knew that in foreign lands, sometimes it wasn't people who pursued knowledge, but rather knowledge that pursued people.

The dream I just had might have been caused by some tainted knowledge getting into my head.

"Is this related to this case?"

Twisted Fate decided to wait until his two teammates woke up before discussing the matter.

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, sat for a while, and when the effects of the alcohol took hold and his consciousness became blurred, he lay down again.

This time, Twisted Fate slept soundly until dawn, undisturbed by anyone.

Early in the morning, the ruined capital had already awakened.

The sounds of the factory echoed through the streets, and newspaper deliverymen rode their dilapidated bicycles through the alleys, making a jingling sound.

Trist got up and rubbed his head, which was throbbing from falling asleep drunk. He saw that Lu Ban and Sia were already up. Lu Ban seemed to be making breakfast, while Sia was staring at the big orange cat, not moving at all.

I had a strange dream last night.

Drizzt recounted what he had seen.

Do you remember what that girl looked like?

"Sia asked."

"I do remember, but her face was very dirty back then, so I might not recognize her even if I saw her."

Trist shook his head.

"This is not a dream."

Lu Ban said something else.

“I’ve read some books about dreams and psychoanalysis. Dreams generally don’t have such specific visual images. A lot of information isn’t actually conveyed to you through visual images. What you just said, Lao Cui, is like the scene that the sick person saw. It’s possible that a memory was directly injected into your head.”

"……really."

Drizzt closed his eyes, and the scene from the dream appeared vividly before him, even clearer than his own memories—something no ordinary dream could achieve.

"Based on what you said you felt yesterday, you might already be being targeted by the murderer."

Lu Ban said earnestly.

"...Don't scare people."

Trist chuckled dryly twice.

"No, this is no joke. If you are really being targeted by the killer, it's actually a good thing for our mission. We just need to wait for them to come to us."

Xia also looked very serious.

"Don't say that. What if he comes to my door and forces me to bloom flowers? What if you can't stop him?"

Drizzt waved his hand.

"Then I'll bring you some delicious food on the anniversary of your death."

Lu Ban solemnly assured him.

"I don't want you to do that! Go find the murderer!"

Tristana slammed her hand on the table.

"However, there is also a possibility that you and the murderer became connected for some reason, and he involuntarily transferred a part of his memories to you."

Hia attempted to analyze it.

Lu Ban's expression suddenly turned serious, making Trist's eyelids twitch.

Immediately, Lu Ban reached out and gently brushed aside the hair on Trist's forehead.

Trist didn't know what Lu Ban was going to do, and dared not move, so he could only let Lu Ban examine him carefully.

Lu Ban stared for a long time before moving away and sighing.

"what happened?"

"Trist asked cautiously."

“I was just looking for a lightning bolt-shaped scar.”

"?"

Trist was puzzled.

Chapter 400 I Have a Business Talk with You

Dr. House's supplier was a portly middle-aged man who, unlike Dr. House, was not known for his clean lifestyle. It seemed that socializing had prematurely aged his body. The man's name was Joe.

“I swear, he was in good health when I saw him. He talked to me about the price of medicines. You know, factories have been developing rapidly recently, and some pharmaceutical companies are working overtime to produce large quantities of drugs at low prices. The medicine bottles I supply here seem expensive now, and I need to explain that to him.”

When Joe met Tristana, that was the first thing he said.

"When I left the clinic, he was already preparing to close. He said he had something else to do that night. I asked him casually, and he didn't say exactly what he was going to, but I guessed he was going to some kind of party or to see a woman because he was very clean. You know, he's usually very clean, but he was even cleaner that day."

The middle-aged man with a thick belly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. The air near the pharmaceutical factory was humid, especially in the morning.

Do you have a list of the supplied medicines?

Drizzt asked.

“Here, all of them are here. He didn’t buy many kinds of medicine from me.”

Joe pulled out a list, which was a list of his most recent transactions with Dr. House.

Trist glanced at them and saw that they were indeed common medicines, mostly used to treat gastrointestinal diseases, external injuries, lung diseases, and common colds and fevers.

In the gray alley, these are the prevalent symptoms.

"You didn't provide any illegal drugs, did you?"

Drizzt was outspoken.

"No, of course not, I never do those things."

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“But we found some illegal drugs at Dr. House’s clinic, like this…”

Drizzt pulled out a small vial containing prohibited drugs that had been placed on a shelf in the dark room.

Joe's expression grew even more serious. He examined the medicine bottle carefully and immediately offered his explanation.

"I didn't provide this medicine. This kind of medicine is hard to find, not even in hospitals, let alone for pharmaceutical representatives like us. Only certain big shots can control the channels for it."

"Important person, are you referring to the Catania family?"

Trist took the medicine bottle back.

"I dare not say, I dare not say. I know House is still well-connected with many people, but I advise you not to get involved in those things."

The middle-aged man shrank his neck.

"Has Dr. House shown any unusual behavior during this period?"

Lu Ban suddenly asked.

"Whether it's words and actions, the types and quantities of goods purchased, or anything else you sense."

"Him? He hasn't changed much. He's always been the same, meticulous and seemingly cold-hearted, but sometimes he seems like a really good person. As for the supplies, he's recently had a lot more medication for treating lung disease. I reckon the workers at the factory are starting to get sick."

When Joe saw that Trist and the others had stopped asking him about the medicine, he sat up straighter and was no longer so shriveled up.

"Ha, these businessmen are really clever. They put homeless people to work in factories and make profits off them. The workers' health deteriorates because of the exhaust fumes, and they need to buy medicine to treat them. The wages they receive then end up back in the businessmen's pockets..."

As he spoke, he noticed the looks in Trist and Sia's eyes, and immediately shut his mouth again.

"Dr. House treated those workers for free?"

Dr. House's reputation is a topic of discussion. Dr. House asked, recalling when he looked through the files earlier that most of the people were middle-class with some money and there were almost no workers.

"Probably. Sometimes he would go to the factory area and give the workers free medicine to relieve their lung disease. I don't know what he was after. Maybe doctors always have some kind of ambition, which is different from us businessmen."

Trist then questioned the medical supplier about his alibi and other details, comparing them with the police investigation, before leaving his house.

"The air here is very fresh."

Lu Ban stepped out of the house and took a breath.