I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

night.

Although he experienced blooming at night, Lu Tiao still fell asleep full of energy. The big orange cat did not dare to approach Lu Tiao rashly this time. Instead, he went to huddle up at Shia's feet, but was always beaten by the girl. I woke up with the sound of snoring and had a restless sleep.

Drizzt closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

This time he did not enter the dream state directly, but first had several vague and discontinuous dreams, which were all about things that had happened in the past few days.

In the dream, he was sitting in the office, sleeping on his desk. He heard someone opening the door and coming in. The person's footsteps were light but unfamiliar.

Drizzt in the dream knew very well that this was the murderer of this series of cases. He came to kill him. He didn't know why he knew it, but he knew it anyway.

"No, I'm going to die!"

Drizzt thought this and tried to struggle to get up, but his body could not move. Even raising his head and opening his eyes seemed extremely difficult.

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

He had no time to think about how he saw the scene in the office when he couldn't open his eyes. Drizzt only tried to wake himself up.

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

The detective tried to move his body and let himself fall off the table to wake up, but he tried again and again. He seemed to fall off the table over and over again, but his consciousness seemed to be sealed with glue and remained motionless.

Finally, the murderer came behind him, and "he" grinned. Drizzt felt a cramp in his body, and his internal organs bloomed like flowers.

Then Drizzt woke up.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

Drizzt, who was thinking to himself, realized that he was not in a detective agency, but in a shabby but clean apartment room.

It was the apartment where the incident occurred!

Drizzt tried to move his head, but found that his field of vision was motionless, like the lens of a movie, unable to be controlled by his own will.

"Is this also a dream?"

Drizzt was a little scared, fearing that another murderer would walk in from the door of the room later.

But this time Drizzt's consciousness was a little clearer, and he remembered that he couldn't see his surroundings in the dream just now. He must have been dreaming.

"No, was that a dream just now?"

Before Drizzt could figure out the situation, he heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.

"How many times have I told you not to touch my box!"

This was a sharp male voice, with a bit of fierce energy.

"I just want to help you clean up..."

A slightly shrill female voice sounded.

The two argued again, and Drizzt probably recognized that it was the sound coming from next door.

"Tucker? That guy from the Knife Gang?"

Drizzt thought of the information from previous investigations.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

The man's voice became more and more irritable, and with a crash, Drizzt looked to the next door, where the sound of beatings could be heard.

"Please, don't fight, don't fight, don't fight again..."

The woman's voice trembled with humility.

As a qualified gentleman, Drizzt certainly cannot sit idly by and ignore things like hitting women at will.

But the angle of view remained motionless. He only looked towards the door after hearing a burst of footsteps.

The door was opened and it was the girl.

Lizzie, Drizzt remembered her name.

Looking behind Liz, Drizzt saw a tall man and a woman who was slapped and was sobbing.

"This woman...?"

"Liz, use this money to buy something to eat. If any customer treats you badly, tell me."

Tucker from the Knife Gang seemed to have a different look when he spoke to Liz, completely lacking the ferocity and violence he had just now.

He gave Liz a few bills and left.

Only Liz and the woman were left.

"...your injuries."

Just as Liz was about to help the woman treat her wounds, she was pushed away by the other party.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. He wasn't like this before..."

The woman immediately slapped Liz, causing one side of her childish and somewhat mature face to turn red.

Without giving Liz time to react, the woman left immediately.

Liz stood there blankly, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses. Holding the banknotes tightly in her hands, she returned to the room and closed the door.

"It seems like I really did something bad."

Liz looked at Drizzt with a forced smile.

"...By the way, your illness should be almost cured. We can go out and take a walk in two days. I also bought the medicine for you these days. Dr. House is really a good person. .”

She took out a medicine bottle, poured out the medicine, and fed it to Drizzt.

A certain calming feeling spread, and Drizzt didn't know that he could feel it in his dream.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in this dream, he couldn't speak.

"I have saved enough money. We can change to a better house, one with its own bathroom. When you get better, we can bask in the sun on the lawn and walk on the road... "

She talked about many longings, but only Drizzt knew that these were all illusions. This girl would die soon, and even her body was missing.

Listening to the girl's words, Drizzt fell into a deep sleep in his dream.

At the moment of blurring consciousness, Drizzt suddenly recalled what he had just seen, the face of the woman who was beaten and scolded by Tucker of the Knife Gang.

Although she had some scars from the violence, Drizzt immediately recognized her appearance.

Flora.

The call girl who bloomed with glass flowers in Dr. House's downstairs darkroom!

The moment he realized this, Drizzt felt that the face suddenly twisted and became extremely ferocious, and it stuck to his face like a human skin mask, trying to replace himself.

He tore his cheek, and the pain was so painful that Drizzt suddenly came to.

There were insects chirping outside the window and the shrill cry of a wild cat in heat.

Drizzt was covered in a cold sweat. He had always thought that his main perspective might be Flora, and Flora and Liz were dependent on each other, but now, this perception might have changed.

Flora is not the owner of Drizzt's dream, and her relationship with Liz is not good. It can even be said that Flora is resentful towards Liz.

Flora is Tucker's lover from the Knife Gang. She was not affected by the gang war and survived by luck. After losing the support of the Knife Gang, Flora started her old business and continued in the Red Ballroom. Work as a call girl until death.

"Then, the owner of my dream may really be the murderer!"

Drizzt came to the window and looked out onto the empty street.

He saw that on the street, there were homeless people huddled in newspapers, drunkards who drank their own fake wine, sneaky guys who didn't know what to do, and some people who were rummaging through the trash cans. Wild dogs looking for food.

There is also a woman.

A woman wearing a cheongsam-like figure-fitting garment held a paper fan in her hand, covering the lower half of her face.

Drizzt's eyes were attracted to him.

Just looking at her facial features, this is a stunningly beautiful woman.

He wanted to see more clearly.

Drizzt leaned out the window.

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