In the deserted city at night, on the streets where the rich and the poor meet, you can still hear the sound of factories operating.

After a long period of silence, there was a dull thud, followed by the sound of pistons and gears, and then a burst of fine noise, and finally it returned to calm. After waiting for a while, the cycle repeated itself again.

Lu Ban thought of the train. When he took a sleeper train overnight, he listened to the sound of the wheels hitting the rails, which was also noisy and rhythmic.

He lay on the ground. The quilt that Trist borrowed was not very warm, but fortunately the weather in the abandoned city was not cold. The smoke that filled the poor areas had a greenhouse effect, making the air here warm and humid. However, if one lived here for a long time, he would definitely contract lung-related diseases, which would cause serious damage to his body.

After midnight, Xia fell into a deep sleep after praying. One could even hear her snoring, which surprised Lu Ban.

Maybe you ate too much during the day.

Lu Ban temporarily blocked out what he had seen and heard during the day and closed his eyes.

Drizzt also fell into a deep sleep. He lay on the sofa. The soft sofa, which had become its own shape, perfectly supported his body, allowing Drizzt to sleep peacefully.

Of course, another reason why he could sleep well was the pistol under his pillow, which he could take out at any time.

Drizzt soon found himself in a dream.

He felt as if he were sitting somewhere.

It was cold, damp, and dark here, and the air was filled with a foul odor that caused small bumps on the skin.

"Wake up."

A voice woke Drizzt up.

He saw that he was sitting in the corner of the alley, his hands and feet were powerless, and next to him was a girl with disheveled hair and a dirty face.

"Great! I thought you wouldn't wake up."

The girl said, taking out another piece of bread that was a little dirty but obviously had been wiped.

"This is all I could find. Sorry, let's eat together."

The girl broke the bread in half and handed the larger half to Drizzt.

Drizzt took a bite and found it tasted slightly bitter, but not bread. Even though he knew it was a dream, he still had an urge to vomit.

But the girl ate very seriously and even licked the crumbs on her fingers clean.

"When you get better, we can go to the factory to work together. I heard that there is free soup in the factory. Aunt Jenny told me to go to work in two days. When I can work, I will definitely have money to treat your illness."

She said this with longing, her eyes full of hope and sparkling on her dirty face.

Trist looked dazed for a moment.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, I won't abandon you. We will be together forever."

The girl smiled at Drizzt.

He felt a little dizzy.

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

Boom——

The sound of factory machinery running came from afar. When a person is tired enough, even such noise can become a lullaby to help him sleep.

Drizzt felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was pressing on him. He tried to move but found that he could hardly move.

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

"go!"

Trist patted the big orange cat's butt, and the orange cat just moved its ears, with no intention of moving.

It was not until he sat up that the orange cat jumped down because it had lost its soft paw pads, and no one knew where it had gone.

Trist licked his tongue, and the bitter taste of the bread seemed to be in his mouth. He seemed to have become the guy slumped in the dark alley, waiting for rescue from his companions.

That feeling of powerlessness made Trist secretly clench his fists.

He saw Xia and Lu Ban both sleeping, with a few strands of grass growing out of Lu Ban's hair, bathing in the moonlight.

Picking up the moonshine, Drizzt drank it in big gulps.

He only realized it belatedly after he sobered up from the alcohol.

"What did I just dream about?"

Trist did not have such an experience. Compared with the current wasteland, his growing environment could even be considered pretty good. This was obviously not a dream processed from his own memory.

So what is this?

Trist knew that in foreign lands, sometimes it was not people who pursued knowledge, but knowledge that pursued people.

The dream just now might be some contaminated knowledge that entered my head.

"Is this related to this case?"

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

He drank the wine in the glass and sat for a while. When the alcohol took effect and his consciousness became blurry, he lay down again.

This time, Drizzt slept until dawn and no one disturbed him.

In the early morning, the abandoned city had already woken up.

The sounds of the factory echoed in the streets, and the newspaper delivery man rode his shabby bicycles through the streets and alleys, making a ding-ding sound.

Trist got up and rubbed his head which was aching from falling asleep while drunk. He saw that Lu Ban and Xia Ya were already up. Lu Ban seemed to be making breakfast, while Xia Ya was staring at the big orange cat without moving.

"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 it, but her face was very dirty at that time, so I might not recognize her if I saw her."

Drizzt shook his head.

“This is not a dream.”

Lu Ban said.

"I've read some books about dreams and psychoanalysis. Dreams generally don't have such specific visual images. A lot of information is not actually conveyed to you through visual images. What you just said, Lao Cui, is like the scene seen by the sick person. This may be that the memory was directly infused into your brain."

"……really."

When Trist closed his eyes, the scene of the dream appeared clearly before his eyes, even clearer than his own memory. This is not something that an ordinary dream can achieve.

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

Lu Ban said seriously.

"...Don't scare me."

Drizzt laughed dryly twice.

"No, this is not a joke. If you are really targeted by the murderer, it will be a good thing for our mission. We just need to wait for the murderer to show up."

Xia was also serious.

"Don't say that. What if he comes to my house and makes me bloom, and you can't stop him?"

Drizzt waved his hand.

"Then I'll wait until the anniversary of your death and bring some delicious food to visit you."

Lu Ban promised solemnly.

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

Drizzt patted the table.

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

Shia tried to analyze.

Lu Ban's expression suddenly became serious, which made Trist's eyelids jump.

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

Trist didn't know what Lu Ban was going to do, and he didn't dare to move. He could only let him look at him carefully.

Lu Ban looked for a long time before he moved away and sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Drizzt asked cautiously.

"I was looking for the lightning-shaped scar."

"?"

Drizzt didn't understand.