The Happy Home Apartment is not actually happy.

This place is shabby, old and in disrepair, but it is packed with people, to the point of being overcrowded.

“We don’t have anyone like this living here.”

The apartment manager, probably a hired middle-aged man, shook his head after looking at Flora's photo.

"Can you show us a vacant room here?"

Drizzt fished out a low-denomination bill and handed it to the administrator.

"No problem, just follow me."

The administrator smiled as he took the money. He took Trist and others upstairs to an empty room on the top floor.

"I guess you guys don't want to rent it either, so I'll be frank. Someone died in this room before. I'm not sure how, but since then, people who have lived here have often had problems, and no one has lived here for a long time."

The administrator introduced himself and opened the door.

Lu Ban saw a shabby but relatively clean room that seemed to have been repainted. It was different from the other houses he had come across along the way.

The room was very small, with only a bed, a table, a chair, and not even a cabinet, but at least there was a door to separate it from the outside world.

On the windowsill, sunlight shone into the room, casting a dazzling golden color on the sheets. On the windowsill stood a slightly broken bottle, empty inside.

"Strange, there was a bottle here before?"

The caretaker picked up the bottle to prevent it from falling to the ground in the wind.

Trist stood there in a daze. He looked at the windowsill, saw the smoke from the factory outside, saw the curtains blown by the breeze, and he seemed to see the girl smiling at him.

This is the room in my dream!

Exactly the same!

It's the same one!

Drizzt walked into the room, as if he had been there countless times before. He sat down beside the bed and came to the place in his dream.

Everything seemed to be happening all over again.

"Has there been an accident here before? Who died? Are there any records?"

Drizzt hurriedly asked the administrator.

"I, I'll check."

The administrator was frightened by Trist's attitude and forgot to ask for money. He staggered downstairs. Xia followed him. After a while, she came back with a thick volume of documents.

"Room 404, the previous resident was John, a worker at the textile factory..."

"no."

Trist denied it immediately. He took the document and checked the previous records of this room.

Fortunately, the management of the apartment is fairly formal, with each room recorded on its own page, where you can see traces of tenant turnover.

But there is only text information here, no photos for comparison.

Soon, Drizzt saw one of them.

"Tenant's name: Liz, moved in in May 2025, died in an accident in October..."

Drizzt found the record of the death.

It is now the spring of 26 years ago. This happened a year ago.

"Strange, why is there only one person?"

Xia remembered that there should be two people in Trist's dream.

But this rental record only has one person's name.

"This is normal, right? As long as you register your name, you can move into our apartment. It doesn't matter if you live with one person or two people, as long as it doesn't affect others."

The administrator said casually.

"Some people rent apartments and rent out their beds to other people. They can even rent out the space under their beds. It's no big deal."

"This sub-landlord is a bit outrageous."

Lu Ban probably also knew that these people could not afford to pay enough money on their own, so they looked for others to "group the bill", just like there are many group rental houses in big cities now.

Many people work hard, but all their money ends up being paid as rent to the landlord.

Rent collectors exist in every era.

He sighed.

"Now that we know the name, we can go to the police and check the files."

Shia said, looking at the paint in the room again.

“When was the paint applied here?”

The color of the paint was different from that of the deceased's body, and it was not as colorful.

"It was after the accident. The administrator at the time had already left. I don't know where he went, but I heard that the situation here was quite serious at the time. Some gang members were injured. There have also been problems with the plumbing in this house."

The administrator said as he recalled.

“Gangsters also live here?”

Xia found it a little unbelievable. Of course, there were no gangs in the Kingdom of Darkness. But according to Xia's understanding, this should be some kind of loosely disciplined military organization. They should have a place to live together and should not live in such a messy apartment.

"Yes, of course, but most apartments don't accept these guys because they are likely to cause trouble. The gang that came here at that time, I remember it was the Catania family."

The administrator scratched his head.

"The Catania family?"

Trist felt that something was connecting everything together.

"You mean someone from the Catania family was here when the incident happened in this room and was injured?"

"It should be, but I'm not sure."

The administrator was also unsure when asked by Trist.

"But someone must have been injured at the time because the people living next door were gangsters."

He pointed to the rental record.

It said, "Tucker, moved in November 23, left October 25."

It’s October too!

"Oh, I remember now. I saw it in the newspaper at that time. There was a fight between two gangs and many people died."

The administrator seemed to have just remembered.

"Because of this incident, the bigwigs in the Wasted City cracked down on the gangs for a while, but they only eliminated some unimportant gangs. The real ones were all fine."

"Thank you for your explanation."

Trist handed a bill to the administrator and looked at Lu Ban and Xia Ya.

"We now have to find out where this Tucker went, and how this person named Liz died, and what the Catania family was doing here at the time."

"Then we should go to the police station first."

Lu Ban suggested.

"really."

Drizzt took one last look at the house, his mind busy with thought as he went downstairs.

"If that girl is Flora, there wouldn't be such a big change in just one year. So the girl in the dream should be Liz. But how did the pendant end up in Flora's hand?"

"In other words, the main perspective of my dream was Flora. The gaze I felt in the basement was the remaining will of Flora after she died due to her extraordinary power. She was parasitic on me and trying to tell me the answer?"

"At least one thing is certain: the criminal did not randomly select his targets. Flora, Dr. House, and the deceased from the Catania family are all connected. As long as we can figure out these connections, we can know who killed them, and..."

"The murderer's next target..."

Trist thought of the charity banquet in the evening, when all the members of the Catania family would be present.