Trist's plan is very simple. He will find out the identity of the dead call girl today, and then investigate the gangster from the Catania family. He should be able to find out all the people involved in this case. The next step is to investigate and analyze to determine the characteristics of the murderer.

With Stone's support, Trist shouldn't have to worry about Lady Martina taking any tough measures in his investigation for the time being.

Some people think that when a detective investigates a case, he or she holds a pipe in his or her mouth, looks around with a magnifying glass, and then uses sophisticated reasoning and logic to analyze the criminal's crime. He or she can solve a shocking case while sitting in a rocking chair.

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

Even in the abandoned city, most cases are solved by investigating relationships, motives, and alibis.

Even this case involving supernatural powers, Drizzt believed, was no exception.

The criminal must have been to Dr. House's clinic, so it doesn't matter whether he killed people with a knife or with telekinesis. As long as we find out who hates Dr. House to the core, who can profit by killing him, and who appeared in the clinic at that time, we can make a rough guess.

The Red Ballroom was playing some old songs that had faded away. To Lu Ban, these songs had a bit of the metropolitan style of the 1920s and 1930s, and were sung in a special voice that gave them an inexplicable sense of horror.

It is quite deserted here during the day. Most of the call girls are still sleeping. Some of them are washing clothes at the door or chatting in plain clothes. Without their heavy makeup, these women look no different from ordinary people.

Some people still have wounds on their faces and are trying hard to wipe them and apply medicine, hoping that the swelling will go down as soon as possible.

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

"Have you seen this woman?"

The woman who was washing clothes at the door took a look at the photo and shook her head indifferently.

I asked several companies but didn't get an answer.

Xia looked at these women with mixed emotions.

There are no call girls in the Kingdom of Night. Just as Xia knows, as long as you are willing to work in the Kingdom of Night, you will definitely gain something. Women do not need to sell their bodies in exchange for money.

"This is Flora, at least that's her name she told us, she works at Good Times down the street and hasn't been home for a few days."

Finally, a short-haired woman told Trist the answer.

Trist gave some money, and the three of them came to a shop called "Good Times". This kind of shop generally does not provide overnight stays, and no one will look for a hotel on the black street. The call girls in the Red Dance Hall generally have two options: either charge by the hour in the shop, or pay the call girl to come to your door.

"Flora? Where did this damn girl go? I thought she really eloped with a guest!"

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

There was an indescribable smell in the store, mixed with perfume, stimulating human hormones.

Xia pinched her nose, not wanting to smell it.

Lu Ban sniffed, trying to find a familiar smell.

Drizzt looked at the completely different reactions of his two teammates and decided to ignore them.

"She's dead."

He informed the other party.

The moment she heard these words, the woman was stunned, a little surprised, then a hint of sadness appeared between her brows, and finally she became angry.

"I raised him so big, and now he's dead. What a misfortune!"

The woman cursed.

"Does she know Dr. House?"

Trist ignored the relationship between them and just treated them as an emotionless detective machine.

"Yes, we all know Dr. House. He often treats our girls' skin injuries and provides them with medicine. You know, injuries are inevitable in our line of work, but there are only so many. Flora went out a few days ago, and I thought she was going to pick up a client, but she went to see a doctor."

The woman took the bill from Drizzt, held it up to the sun to verify its authenticity, and then spoke.

"By the way, how did Flora die?"

"I have no comment on this. We are still investigating."

Trist did not tell the details of the case. After all, sometimes you just have to wait for the murderer to let the cat out of the bag.

"Did she have any friends or close relatives? Did she go to see the doctor alone?"

"She has a good relationship with other girls, but she doesn't have any close friends. It's mainly because she had some disputes with other girls in the past, and the results were not pleasant. This is also normal. Everyone is here to sell themselves, and they don't take it seriously."

The woman stuffed the money into her clothes and spoke casually.

"Can we go see where she lives?"

Drizzt asked again.

"You guys come with me."

The woman led the three people upstairs and pushed open the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

There are a total of eight beds here, with upper and lower bunks, and there is barely enough space for standing. Several women are still sleeping, and they are indifferent to the woman's behavior of opening the door.

The room was a bit damp, dark, stuffy and the environment was difficult. In contrast, the room next door for guests to enjoy was much cleaner and tidier.

The woman pointed to a bed.

"This is Flora's bed."

"What's wrong with her?"

a call girl asked half asleep.

"Dead."

The woman replied.

"Then can I take her clothes?"

The call girl's first reaction was to divide the inheritance.

"You wish."

The woman grabbed **'s clothes and quilt, revealing something on the mat.

There was nothing there. The call girls had hidden their money, leaving only some clothes. Trist found something like a pendant, a flower carved out of wood, and it was worthless.

"Can I take this?"

Hearing this, the woman looked at the pendant carefully, scratched the surface with her fingernails, and after confirming that it was just a piece of wood, she handed it to Trist.

After leaving "Good Times", Drizzt looked at the necklace and couldn't tell what the flowers on it were.

"That store doesn't have that perfume smell."

Lu Ban said.

"Can you smell it?"

Drizzt asked subconsciously.

"Of course, I have a very good nose."

Lu Ban said again.

"They don't have that kind of paint or coating on their bodies or in their shops."

"So, the one who killed Dr. House and Flora was a woman who wore a special scent of perfume and worked in a paint factory?"

Xia summarized the information of the two people.

"It could also be a man who works in a paint factory and likes to wear perfume. The paint factory has such a strong smell that it's not nice to see people."

Lu Ban proposed a new idea.

"...If you can wear perfume, you are already very rich. Look at the women in the Red Dance Hall, none of them have perfume. I think they might be the owners of the paint factory."

Trist didn't know why he had problems with the paint factory.

"Forget it, let's go check out the body of that gangster from the Catania family."