I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Lu Ban found it strange that the godfather would not let his son come to report the situation, but instead went to Stone.

If he didn't know who Stone's biological parents were, he might have thought this was the godfather's illegitimate son.

"These three are the detectives investigating this case."

Stone gave a brief introduction.

"Tell me about your progress."

Corneán's voice has an undeniable sense of authority, which easily makes people feel submissive and humble.

This may be some kind of extraordinary power.

Lu Ban thought to himself.

Trist briefly explained the current investigation results, all pointing to the accident that had occurred at the Happiness House.

After hearing Tristana's description, Corneon remained silent for a moment.

"What methods do you think are needed to stop them?"

He asked Drizzt.

"I think it's difficult."

Drizzt answered truthfully.

“What drives him is hatred, Mr. Catania, and hatred is the most fervent of all motives. It is like a flame that will not go out unless it burns everything that can burn.”

"Then we have no choice but to put out the fire."

Corneán sighed.

“I will give you all the support you need to find this killer. You can ask Stone for any support you want, and he will give you everything he has.”

Finally, he waved his hand, signaling the three of them to leave.

Stone led them to the banquet hall, where all the guests had already left. Only the crime scene was cordoned off, and the police arrived late, examining the body under the watchful eyes of the gangsters—a scene that was strangely ironic.

Stone was walking the big golden retriever, which nuzzled against his hand affectionately, looking very well-behaved.

“I have seen your investigation report. I never expected that the battle with the Sharp Knife Gang would end in such a tragedy. Therefore, I believe that violence cannot solve all problems; violence only breeds hatred.”

He said, glancing at Lu Ban.

"I never thought I'd see you again."

In front of Lu Ban, Stone turned back into a stone, that naive boy.

How did you join the gang?

Lu Ban couldn't help but ask.

He never imagined that Stone would transform from such a frail boy into a strategist for the underworld, becoming part of the city's dark side.

"Because I could read, I started learning bookkeeping in the suburbs. Later, I don't know why, but I often had some inspirations in my mind. These inspirations could bring me a lot of benefits. Later, I became the manager of the shop, which was owned by the Catania family. Later, I was appreciated by Sister Carol and was able to get in touch with the core members. Later, I became an adopted son."

Stone said frankly.

"An inspiration that just popped into my head..."

Lu Ban could probably guess that.

Just as Song Yunyan witnessed Du Danping's death, when some indescribable power intervenes in the world, the minds of those who witness it may be polluted to some extent. In foreign lands, knowledge can bring pollution, and thus pollution also exists within knowledge.

It was probably on that night that Stone came into contact with this forbidden knowledge, which changed his mind and allowed him to gain some unexpected things.

Such knowledge would enable Song Yunyan to achieve success in business, and naturally it would also allow Stone to thrive in the underworld.

The golden retriever moved closer to Lu Ban, its nose twitching as if it had caught a peculiar scent.

Puff puff—

It even licked the colorful stains off Lu Ban's body.

"You can't eat this."

Lu Ban gave a lecture.

The dog returned to Stone's side, feeling very wronged.

"I found this dog a while ago. It looks like someone abandoned it. It's strangely affectionate towards me."

He offered an explanation.

"That murderer can kill anytime, anywhere without prior preparation. You'd better be careful around you."

Lu Ban offered a reminder.

"I see."

Stone nodded.

"Mr. Catania seems to think highly of you."

Since there was nothing to eat, Xia's mouth was finally empty.

"Because he thought I was capable enough. Although Corsica was ruthless, he had a serious tendency to violence, and my father thought he lacked flexibility."

Stone put it very subtly.

"As for Talia, being a woman, it's difficult for her to truly shoulder heavy responsibilities within the family, at least that's what her father thinks."

“I am well aware that my current situation is no safer than anyone else’s. In addition to the assassins’ attempts to kill me, the attitudes of the rest of my family are even more dangerous.”

This young man possessed a maturity and composure that belied his appearance.

"In short, if you need any help, I can provide it. I'll have someone gather some intelligence on the Sharp Knife Gang tonight and send it to your detective agency tomorrow morning."

He left a message and his contact information, then left with the large, unleashed golden retriever.

"I just suddenly thought of something, which is when you said that the murderer can kill anyone, anytime, anywhere."

Drizzt watched Stone's departing figure and muttered to himself.

"what's up?"

Lu Ban was puzzled.

"Since he can kill anyone anytime, anywhere, and he is filled with hatred for the Catania family, why didn't he kill Corneon or other family members after killing Madame Martini?"

Trist raised a point of contention.

"Does this mean that his actions are limited, that he can only appear under certain specific circumstances, and that he will try his best to avoid appearing in public?"

"This means he is someone who can be recognized by others and is easily identified."

"You didn't see his face, did you?"

Trist looked at Lu Ban.

"No, if I had seen it, wouldn't that have solved everything?"

Lu Ban thought Trist was talking nonsense.

"But what if he doesn't know that you didn't see his face, and that he definitely thinks you're dead?"

Trist stroked his chin.

"If you reappear, will he be terrified and panicked, and thus take emergency measures, such as..."

"Kill me?"

Lu Ban's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I've become bait.

Chapter 411 Dream Person

night.

Although the flowers bloomed at night, Lu Ban still slept soundly with plenty of energy. This time, the big orange cat didn't dare to approach Lu Ban rashly. Instead, it curled up at Xi Ya's feet, but was always woken up by the girl's snoring and slept very restlessly.

Trist closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

This time, he didn't go directly into the dream state. Instead, he had several vague and discontinuous dreams, all of which were about events that had happened in the last few days.

In his dream, he was sitting in his office, fast asleep on his desk. He heard someone open the door and come in. The person's footsteps were light, yet unfamiliar.

In his dream, Drizzt knew perfectly well that this was the murderer of this series of cases, and that he had come to kill him. He didn't know why he knew, but he just knew.

"Oh no, I'm going to die!"

As Drizzt thought this, he tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't move his body at all. Even lifting his head and opening his eyes seemed extremely difficult.

As the footsteps drew closer, Drizzt's fear deepened.

He didn't have time to think about how he, unable to open his eyes, could see the scenes in the office; Trist just tried to wake himself up.

He felt as if he had opened his eyes, but in reality, his eyes were still tightly closed.

The detective tried to move his body to fall off the table and regain his senses, but no matter how many times he tried, it seemed as if he was falling off the table again and again, but his consciousness was as if it were sealed with glue, and he didn't move at all.

Finally, the murderer was behind him. He grinned, and Trist felt a sharp pain in his body, as if his internal organs were blooming like flowers.

Then Drizzt woke up.

"It was just a dream..."

As Tristana pondered this, he realized that he was not in a detective agency, but in a clean and tidy apartment room, though it was old and run-down.

It's that apartment where the incident happened!

Drizzt tried to move his head, only to find that his field of vision remained completely still, like a movie camera lens, beyond his control.

"This is also a dream?"

Trist felt a chill run down his spine, fearing that another murderer might walk in through the doorway in a moment.

However, this time Twisted Fate was a little more conscious, and he realized that he couldn't see his surroundings at all in the dream he had just had, so he must have been dreaming.

"Wait, was that just a dream within a dream?"

Before Drizzt could figure out what was going on, he heard a commotion outside the door.

"How many times have I told you, don't touch my box!"