After waking up, Drizzt took a deep breath of the damp and cold air. He felt his clothes were soaked with cold sweat and his whole body was a little weak. He sat up and found that it was still very late at night.

You witnessed the pollution scene

[Sanity -2]

Xia's snoring was louder than the occasional sound of machines running in the factory outside. Trist even doubted whether his dreams were related to this girl.

As for Lu Ban, he was sleeping soundly while hugging the big orange cat which had gone away sometime ago and was using it as a pillow. The orange cat had a painful expression on its face and wanted to struggle, but Lu Ban was holding it so tightly that the cat could not run away at all and could only make whimpering sounds occasionally.

Drizzt closed his eyes and recalled the dream he had just had.

Indeed, the girl's life had improved a lot compared to her life in the dream, and it could be seen that some time had passed.

As for how the girl makes money and how she survives, in the underworld, you can get the answer to such questions without asking.

Rather than sympathy, Trist felt more emotional.

In the abandoned city, the gap between people is sometimes even greater than that between people and dogs.

and……

He picked up the pendant that he had dropped on the coffee table because he fell asleep.

This wooden flower-like pendant had also appeared in the dream just now, right in front of the girl's neck.

"The person in the dream is Flora?"

Trist truly felt that girls change a lot when they grow up. Apart from their similar eyebrows and eyes, the other aspects of the two people gave people a different feeling.

And this means that the scene in Trist's dream may have happened more than a few years ago.

"What is this dream trying to tell me? Why should I kill Flora?"

"Could it be that the murderer's real target is Flora instead of Dr. House?"

"Or is this the killer's perspective?"

Drizzt was now somewhat thankful that this dream was not a real dream but some kind of contaminated knowledge. Although his sanity had been reduced, now as long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly recall every detail of the dream.

He closed his eyes and tried to find more clues.

For example, the location of the room the two people are in, for example, the identity of the owner of the dream.

Because the woman in "Good Times" said that Flora had no relatives or friends, so the owner of this dream might not have a good ending, or he might have a break with Flora, leading to resentment.

In the dream, while the girl was handing food to Trist, he tried hard to turn his head, but found that his head did not move at all, even his eyeballs could not move, and he could not look anywhere else.

Perhaps it is because the owner of the dream did not see it at the time, so things that even the other party does not know about cannot appear in the dream.

Entering the dream again, this time Trist did not turn his head, but stared carefully at the furnishings in the room behind the girl, and peeked at the scenery outside the window with the corner of his eyes.

It was a gray sky, but I could already see the smoke from the factory. This was a house near the factory, and the layout was like a small apartment. This kind of small apartment with windows...

Drizzt tried hard to recall everything he had learned throughout his life, trying to find clues about the apartment.

Near the factory area, there are these cheap small apartments. Most of them have shared toilets and bathrooms, and there are only beds in the houses. These are certainly not for the workers, but for some clerical staff and foremen in the factory. Compared with the dirty and smelly black streets, these locations are obviously more comfortable.

The higher-end apartments, with their own private bathrooms, are located closer to the center of the abandoned city.

For the lower class people, a house like Trist's is already a mansion.

As he kept recalling the dream, Trist's mind was filled with the girl's face.

At this moment, Trist suddenly had an inspiration and he remembered something.

His eyes were focused on the girl's hand. She had just taken out a medicine bottle, which was the medicine to treat "him", bought cheaply with the money the girl earned.

Drizzt saw the label on the bottle clearly.

He was very familiar with this label; he had seen it before.

"…Dr. House's clinic provides such medicine."

Opening his eyes from the dream, Trist felt that he had caught the tail of inspiration.

"Cheap drugs, Flora and Dr. House, they have connections here, which means their house is not far from the black street. I need to look for them..."

He got up, stepped over the snoring Xia and Lu Ban who was holding a cat, went to his office, and took out the map of the wasteland. Although it was called a map, most of it was marked by himself. Trist found Dr. House's clinic and looked for the apartments around his clinic.

Soon, Trist found an apartment and named it Happy House.

Despite the name, the apartment was not in very good condition. It was one of those cheap apartments with shared bathrooms and poor sound insulation.

Trist wrote down the address, then looked through some old newspapers, read the apartment rental ad and the contact person's name, and wrote them down in a small notebook. After doing all this, he leaned back in his chair, picked up his pipe, and wanted to take a puff, but when he recalled his frail body in the dream, he put the pipe down again.

He took out the file from Dr. House, which contained the patient's files. He looked through it and then remembered something.

The police and I must have checked Dr. House's medical records a long time ago. Apart from those that Mrs. Martina needed, there was definitely no file on Flora.

She was not an official patient of Dr. House.

"Maybe they came into contact when Dr. House was distributing drugs. Could it be that these two people here really have some unknown connection?"

Trist, who often reads novels and plays, has already imagined a big drama in his mind.

Looking at the pendant in his hand, Trist suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't know if it was because of the influence of the dream just now, or the imbalance that he was still working hard so late while the other two were sleeping soundly.

He came to the window, looked at the abandoned city that would never fully fall asleep, and sighed.

…

The next day, early in the morning, Trist was awakened by Lu Ban's voice. He fell asleep directly on the chair and his neck was sore.

At breakfast time, he saw the sandwiches Lu Ban brought from the restaurant downstairs and felt a little nauseous.

Trist didn't eat breakfast. Instead, while Lu Ban and Xia were wolfing down their food, he told them about the dream he had last night and the investigation he had conducted.

"So we're going to check out the apartment today?"

Lu Ban asked, with traces of milk at the corners of his mouth.

"I always have a feeling that the people who own the dreams I have are trying to tell me something and want me to stop it."

Drizzt muttered to himself.

"Is this a detective's intuition?"

Lu Ban asked.

"I want you to have this dream, if I may."

Trist said to Lu Ban seriously.