I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

The girl smiled at Drizzt.

He felt dizzy.

Waking up, Drizzt found that it was still dark.

thump—

In the distance came the sound of factory machinery running. When a person is tired enough, even such noise can become a lullaby to sleep.

Drizzt felt tight in his chest, as if being pressed by something, he tried to move, but found it was difficult for him to move.

Twisting his neck and lowering his head, Drizzt saw that the big orange cat was pressing on his chest, his heavy body curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly.

"go with!"

Drizzt patted the big orange cat's butt, the orange cat only moved its ears, and didn't intend to move its position at all.

It wasn't until he sat up that the orange cat jumped down because it lost its soft pad, and it didn't know where it got into.

Drizzt licked his tongue, the bitter taste of the bread seemed to be in his mouth, he seemed to have become the guy sitting paralyzed in the dark alley, waiting for his companions to rescue him.

That sense of powerlessness made Drizzt secretly clenched his fists.

He saw that Shia and Lu Juan were both sleeping, and a few grasses emerged from Lu Juan's hair, bathing in the moonlight.

Picking up the bootleg wine, Drizzt gulped it down.

He was sober because of alcohol, so he was a little bit late.

"What did I dream about just now?"

Drizzt didn't have that kind of experience, and his growth environment can even be regarded as good compared to the current Wasteland. This is obviously not a dream made by his own memory.

So what is this?

Drizzt knew that in foreign lands, sometimes, it is not people chasing knowledge, but knowledge chasing people.

In the dream just now, perhaps some contaminated knowledge got into his head.

"Is this related to this case?"

Drizzt decided to wait until the two teammates woke up before talking about it.

He drank the wine in the glass and sat for a while, and he lay down again when the feeling of alcohol came up and his consciousness became blurred.

This time, Drizzt slept through the night without being disturbed by anyone.

In the morning, the waste capital had already woken up.

The sound of the factory echoed in the streets, and the newspaper deliverers rode dilapidated bicycles through the streets and alleys, jingling and jingling.

Drizzt got up and rubbed his head that had a headache caused by falling asleep drunk, he saw that Lu Yi and Shia had already got up, Lu Yi seemed to be making breakfast, and Shia was staring at the big orange cat, motionless looking at each other.

"I had a strange dream last night."

Drizzt recounted what he had seen.

"Do you remember what that girl looked like?"

Shia asked.

"I remember, but her face was very dirty at that time, maybe I might not recognize it when I saw it."

Drizzt shook his head.

"This is not a dream."

Lu Jian said.

"I've read some books about dreams and psychoanalysis. Dreams generally don't have such specific visual images. A lot of information is actually not conveyed to you through visual images. What you just said, old Cui, is like the sick The scene seen by other people, this may be that memory directly poured into your head."

"......really."

Drizzt closed his eyes, and the dream scene clearly appeared in front of his eyes, clearer than his memory, which is not something ordinary dreams can do.

"Combined with what you said you felt yesterday, maybe you have been targeted by the murderer."

Lu Bian said seriously.

"...Don't be scary."

Drizzt laughed dryly twice.

"No, this is not a joke. If you are really targeted by the murderer, it is still a good thing for our mission, just wait for the other party to come to the door."

Shia is also serious.

"Don't say that, what if you can't stop him if he comes directly to my door to make me bloom?"

Drizzt waved his hand.

"Then I will bring delicious food to see you on your death day."

Lu Juan vowed to promise.

"I don't want you to do this, go find the murderer for me!"

Drizzt patted the table.

"However, there may be a possibility that you and the murderer have a connection for some reason, and he involuntarily transferred part of his memory to you."

Shia tried to analyze.

Lu Jian's expression suddenly became solemn, which made Drizzt's eyelids twitch.

Immediately, Lu Juan stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair on Drizzt's forehead.

Drizzt didn't know what Lu Jian was going to do, and he didn't dare to move, so he could only let him look carefully.

Lu Jian watched for a long time before moving away and sighing.

"what happened?"

Drizzt asked cautiously.

"I was looking for a lightning-shaped scar just now."

"?"

Drizzt didn't know why.

===400. I have a business and want to talk to you===

Dr. House's supplier is a middle-aged man with a pot belly. He is not as clean as Dr. House. It seems that socializing has made his body prematurely aging. The man's name is Joe.

"I swear, he was still healthy when I saw him. He talked with me about the price of some medicines. You know, the factory has developed rapidly recently. Some brands of pharmaceutical factories work overtime to produce a large amount of medicines. The price It's cheap, the medicine bottles I supply here seem to be expensive, I need to explain to him."

When Joe saw Drizzt, that's what he said when he opened his mouth.

"When I left the clinic, he was about to close the door. He said he had something else to do tonight. I asked casually. He didn't say it clearly, but I guess it might be going to a party or meeting a woman, because he would call himself It's very clean, you know, it's that kind of thing, he's already very clean normally, and it's even cleaner that day."

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

"Is there a list of the medicines supplied?"

Drizzt asked.

"Here, all here, he doesn't buy many kinds of medicine from me."

Joe produced a list of his most recent transaction with Dr. House.

Drizzt took a look, and they were indeed common medicines, mostly used to treat gastrointestinal problems, trauma, lung diseases, and common colds and fevers.

In Gray Lane, these ailments predominate.

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

Drizzt was outspoken.

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

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"But we found some less legal drugs in Dr. House's clinic, such as this"

Drizzt pulled out a small vial of illegal drugs that sat on a shelf in the darkroom.

The expression on Joe's face became more serious, he looked at the medicine bottle carefully, and immediately argued.

"I didn't provide this medicine. Not to mention medical representatives like us, you may not be able to find this medicine even in hospitals. Only certain big shots can master their channels."

"Big man, are you referring to the Catania family?"

Drizzt withdrew the vial.

"I don't dare to say it, I dare not say it, I know that House can still get along with many people, but I advise you not to get involved in the matter over there."

The middle-aged man shrank his neck.

"Is there anything special about Dr. House these days?"

Lu Bian suddenly asked.

"Whether it's words or deeds, or the type of purchase, quantity, or anything else you feel is fine."

"Him? He hasn't changed much. This person is just like that. He is meticulous. He seems to be impersonal, but sometimes he looks like such a good person. As for the purchase here, he recently added some more medicines for lung disease. I guess So the workers at the factory gradually started to get sick."

Seeing that Drizzt and the others had stopped asking him about the medicine, Joe sat up a little more straightly, and was no longer shrunken so much.

"Oh, these businessmen are really smart. Let those homeless people work in factories and rely on them to earn profits. The workers' bodies will be weakened by the exhaust gas, and they need to buy medicines for treatment. into the pockets of merchants"

As he spoke, he noticed the eyes of Drizzt and Shia, and immediately shut his mouth obediently.

"Dr. House treating those workers for free?"

Drizzt remembered that when he looked through the files before, most of them were middle-class people with a little money, and there were almost no workers. Thinking of Dr. House's reputation, he asked.

"Probably, he sometimes goes to the factory area to distribute some medicines for the relief of lung diseases to the workers for free. I don't know what he is trying to do. Maybe doctors always have such pursuits. It’s a different kind of businessman.”

Drizzt asked the medical supplier for his alibi and compared it with the police investigation, and then left his house.

"The air here is very fresh."

Lu Jian walked out of the house and took a breath.