I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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===402. The small mouth is covered with honey===

"Be honest, you can go back after you finish asking."

Drizzt knocked on the table, making the burly bartender in front of him look awed.

Although the bartender seemed to be able to hit three Drizzts at one, he decisively gave up before the muzzle of the revolver that could be fired at any time.

"I shouldn't be drinking. I shouldn't be. Since Prohibition, the bar business has plummeted. Damn it, this is so funny. It's a bar but you can't sell alcohol. You can only sell drinks that those girls drink. I can't Go fuck it!"

The burly bartender cursed as he spoke, and smeared honey on his small mouth.

"Sometimes I secretly drink a little wine by myself, really, I just drink it by myself, I drank some wine that day, I felt very hot, I wanted to go out to get some air, so I went to the street, hey, the air in the black street is It's so fucking stinky, I almost threw up when I smelled it."

"I originally wanted to go to the river, but I thought that the waste water from the fucking factory was all there recently, so I turned in the other direction. The black street is really fucking dark at night. I was drunk at the time and walked for two hours. Just a few steps away, I saw a woman standing on the side of the road, this must be a fucking street girl!"

"As soon as I got drunk, I wanted to have a good time, but my mother walked over to the woman and saw, I, that woman's face was so frighteningly scary, it was a puddle of mud, full of pits, I was taken aback , backed up in a hurry, and fell down the steps and broke his leg."

He patted his leg in the cast.

"Woman? You mean the urban legend of the black street?"

Lu Bian asked.

"I'm not sure. Anyway, that woman's face was as mushy as mud, with bubbles bubbling inside. It was also dark at the time, so I didn't look carefully."

There was fear in the bartender's eyes.

"And when you saw Dr. House?"

Shia asked.

"Dr. House is really a fucking good man. He often treats those of us who live in the black street for a very small fee. When those children get sick, he will give some medicine for free."

When the bartender mentioned Dr. House, his speech became a little more refined.

"He checked the wound for me, bandaged it up after treatment, and asked me to change the dressing in two days, but I didn't expect it"

Drizzt asked the bartender some details about the treatment, which basically matched the description in the medical records.

In fact, neither he nor the worker was considered a big suspect, because after the two, Dr. House also met with the pharmaceutical supplier. Judging from the testimony, Dr. House was obviously still alive at the time. .

Therefore, Drizzt asked these two people to collect evidence, mainly to know when the woman entered the clinic, and whether there were other people around when she came to the clinic.

"By the way, when you were in the clinic, did you hear other people's voices or see other people?"

Hearing Drizzt's question, the bartender denied it without thinking.

"You said that Dr. House would give those children medicine for free. Has he ever treated a girl who is about this tall? She should have a relative who is seriously ill."

Drizzt asked again.

In the dream, the girl did mention the treatment, but she didn't know if it was related to Dr. House.

"Your description is too damn hard to find. There are too many people like Heijie. If you want to find a girl, you can go to the red dance hall. Almost all the women in Heijie are there."

said the bartender.

The Red Ballroom is not a dance hall, but a gathering place for call girls.

"I see, you drink less wine."

Drizzt reminded.

They came to the factory again.

"Cough, cough, my body has often been troubled during this time, I hope you don't mind, cough, cough."

The worker is not young, his hair is mixed with white silk. If he has children, he may be in his teens.

"The environment on the factory side is very bad, and there are many sick people, but what can we do? We have no land, and if we don't work, we can only starve to death, cough, cough, fortunately, Dr. House prescribed medicine for us, he What a nice guy, many of us here have been taken care of by him, ahem."

The workers kept coughing, sometimes so loudly that they even coughed up tears.

In the workshop not far away, the sound of coughing came and went through the masks. The masks of these people have been used for a long time, and they are washed with the water in the river when they are dirty. Most of the water in the river is waste water, mixed with some difficult smell.

"What is produced in your factory?"

Drizzt asked, and he saw that the worker's clothes had no traces of paint or paint.

"It's feed. It's feed for livestock. We don't know what it is made of grass chips and sawdust. This job is actually pretty good, because if you're too hungry, you can steal some feed. Generally, you don't Someone found it."

The worker pursed his lips and showed a simple smile.

Shia remained silent, she felt a little shocked.

For the Kingdom of the Night, which is still in the farming civilization, the blood and darkness under the expansion of capital is beyond imagination. In the farming era, many people would never have imagined that someone would be so cruel to their compatriots and would fight with themselves Enemies sit down and talk business.

As for Lu Jian, he has seen a lot. Although the sheep cannibalism movement did not start in the abandoned city, the expansion of capital in this resource-poor city is even more serious, and the common people have no chance to make a comeback.

"Have you ever seen a girl, about this height, with a sick relative?"

Drizzt asked again.

The worker shook his head and spoke again.

"I used to have a daughter who was only this tall, but unfortunately there was no food, and she starved to death later."

He said it very plainly, as if he said that he would steal the feed for livestock on the production line.

In other words, it was very numb, and the waves of life could no longer touch his heart.

After leaving the factory, Shia felt that she was greatly shocked.

"I've seen those crazy and terrifying monsters, and I've seen people who were tortured, but it gave me a weirder feeling that they were just alive."

She said that even the chicken legs that might be there for dinner didn't feel good.

"Perhaps Dr. House has really done something, but at least he is a good person among the people in Black Street."

Drizzt sighed, there may be no doctor to give them medicine and cure their illnesses in the future.

"There is another thing. There was no paint or paint on the worker's body just now. I looked at his factory and there was no similar thing. The clothes of those workers did not have such stains, which means that Dr. House and the woman The paint on his body did not come from this worker."

As he spoke, he pointed to a road ahead.

"Let's go to the red ballroom and investigate the identity of the call girl."

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===403. She is dead===

Drizzt's plan is very simple, find out the identity of the dead call girl today, and then go to investigate the gangster kid from the Catania family. The next step is the investigation and analysis to determine the characteristics of the murderer.

With Stone's support, Drizzt shouldn't have to worry about Mrs. Martina taking tough measures in her investigation for the time being.

Some people think that a detective handles a case by holding a pipe in his mouth, looking around with a magnifying glass, and then using ingenious reasoning and logic to decompose the criminal's crime, and sitting in a rocking chair can solve a shocking case.

But in fact, detective analysis is analysis, and it still depends on facts to make sense.

Even in the abandoned capital, most of the cases are solved by investigating the relationship between characters, motives, and alibi.

Even this case involving extraordinary power, Drizzt thought it would be no exception.

The prisoner must have been to Dr. House's clinic, so it doesn't matter whether he kills with a knife or with his mind, as long as he finds out who hates Dr. House, who can profit from killing him, and who When he appeared in the clinic at that time, he could infer a lot.

The red dance hall reverberated with some old songs that had run away. To Lu Trip, these songs were a bit metropolitan in the 30s and [-]s. They were sung with that special singing voice, which was inexplicably scary.

During the day, the place is relatively empty, most of the call girls are still sleeping, and some of them are wearing plain clothes doing laundry at the door, or chatting, these women who have wiped off their heavy makeup look no different from ordinary people.

Some people still have wounds on their faces, and they are trying to wipe and apply medicine, hoping to reduce the swelling as soon as possible.

Drizzt came to the door of a store with theater written on it, took out a photo of the call girl's face, and asked.

"Have you ever seen this woman?"

The woman sitting at the door washing clothes glanced at the photo and shook her head indifferently.

I asked several times in a row, but didn't get an answer.

Shia looked at these women with complicated emotions.

There are no call girls in Kingdom of the Night. As Shia knows, as long as the Kingdom of Night is willing to work, you will definitely be able to gain something. Women don't need to sell their bodies in exchange for money.

"This is Flora, or at least that's the name she told us, and she's working in 'The Good Times' across the street and hasn't been back for days."

Finally, a woman with short hair told Drizzt the answer.

Drizzt gave some money, and the three of them came to this store called "Good Times". This kind of store generally does not provide overnight stays, and no one would look for a hotel in the black street. The call girls in the red dance hall usually only have two Either charge by the hour in the store, or pay a call girl to come to your door.

"Flora? Where did this dead ghost go? I thought she really eloped with some guest!"

As soon as the name was said, the woman behind the counter in the store became angry. She was cursing while packing her things.

There is an indescribable smell in the store, mixed with perfume, which stimulates human hormones.

Shia pinched her nose, not wanting to smell it.

Lu Yi sniffled his nose, trying to find a familiar smell from it.

Drizzt saw the completely different reactions of the two teammates and decided to ignore them.

"She's dead."

He informed the other party.

The moment she heard this sentence, the woman was stunned, a little surprised, then there was a little sadness in her eyes, and finally she became angry again.

"It's a pity that I raised it so big, so I died like this, unlucky bastard!"

The woman cursed.

"Did she know Dr. House?"

Drizzt didn't pay attention to their relationship, just being an emotionless detective machine.

"Yes, we all know Dr. House, he often treats some skin injuries to our girls, and also provides some medicines, you know, in our line of work, injuries are inevitable, but there are only so many, Flora went out a few days ago, I thought she was going to pick up a guest, but I didn't expect to see a doctor."

The woman took the banknote from Drizzt, illuminated it against the sun to verify its authenticity, and then opened her mouth.