night.
Although he experienced flowering at night, Lu Ban still fell asleep full of energy. The big orange cat did not dare to approach Lu Ban this time. Instead, it curled up at Xia's feet. However, it was always woken up by the girl's snoring and slept very uneasily.
Drizzt closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
This time he did not enter the dreamland directly, but instead had several vague and discontinuous dreams, all of which were about things that had happened in the past few days.
In his dream, he was sitting in the office, sleeping on the desk. He heard someone opening the door and coming in. The person's footsteps were light yet unfamiliar.
In the dream, Trist knew very well that this was the murderer of this series of cases. He was here to kill him. He didn't know why he knew it, but he knew it clearly.
"Oh no, I'm going to die!"
Thinking this, Drizzt tried to struggle to get up, but his body could not move at all. Even raising his head and opening his eyes seemed extremely difficult.
As the footsteps got closer, Drizzt's fear grew deeper.
He didn't have time to think about how he could see the scene in the office when he couldn't open his eyes. Trist just tried to wake himself up.
He felt as if he had opened his eyes, but in fact they were still closed.
The detective tried to move his body and let himself fall off the table to wake up, but he tried again and again, and it seemed that he fell off the table again and again, but his consciousness was like sealed with glue and did not move at all.
Finally, the murderer came behind him. "He" grinned, and Trist felt a sharp pain in his body, and his internal organs bloomed like flowers.
Then Drizzt awoke.
"It was just a dream..."
While thinking secretly, Trist discovered that he was not in a detective agency, but in an apartment room which was shabby but clean and tidy.
It’s the apartment where the accident happened!
Drizzt tried to move his head, but found that his vision was motionless, like a movie scene, unable to be controlled by his will.
"Is this also a dream?"
Trist was a little scared, fearing that another murderer would walk in from the door later.
However, this time Trist was a little more conscious, and he remembered that he couldn't see the surrounding environment at all in his dream just now, so he must have been dreaming.
"No, was that just a dream?"
Before Drizzt could figure out what was going on, he heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.
"How many times have I told you not to touch my box!"
This was a sharp male voice, with a bit of ruthlessness.
"I just want to help you clean up..."
A somewhat shrill female voice sounded.
The two quarreled again, and Trist could probably tell that the sound came from next door.
"Tucker? The guy from the Knife Gang?"
Trist thought of the information he had previously investigated.
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
The man's voice became more and more violent. With a loud bang, Trist looked next door, where the sound of beating was heard.
"Please, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."
The woman's voice was trembling and humble.
As a qualified gentleman, Trist would not sit idly by and watch someone beat a woman at will.
But the perspective remained motionless, and only after hearing footsteps did it look towards the door.
The door opened and it was the girl.
Lizzie, Drizzt remembered her name.
Looking behind Liz, Drizzt saw a tall man and a woman who was slapped and was sobbing.
“This woman…?”
"Liz, use this money to buy something to eat. If any customer treats you badly, tell me."
Tucker from the Sharp Knife Gang seemed to have changed his face when he spoke to Liz, and he no longer had the ferocity and brutality he had just shown.
He gave Liz a few bills and left.
Only Liz and the woman were left.
"…your injury."
Just as Liz was about to help the woman with her wound, she was pushed away.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, he wasn't like this before..."
The woman immediately slapped Liz, causing one side of her childish yet slightly mature face to turn red.
Without giving Liz time to react, the woman left immediately.
Liz stood there in a daze. It took her a long time to come to her senses. She clutched the bills tightly in her hand, went back to the room and closed the door.
"I seem to have done something really bad."
Liz looked at Drizzt, the smile on her face very forced.
"…By the way, your illness should be almost healed. We can go out for a walk in two days. I have also bought your medicine for the next few days. Dr. House is such a good man."
She pulled out a medicine bottle, poured out the medicine inside, and fed it to Drizzt.
A certain feeling of peace of mind spread, and Drizzt didn't know that he could feel the same way in his dream.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in this dream, he was unable to speak.
"I have saved enough money. We can move to a better house, one with its own bathroom. When you get better, we can bask in the sun on the lawn and take walks on the road..."
She talked about many aspirations, but only Drizzt knew that they were all illusions. The girl would die soon and even her body would be missing.
Listening to the girl's words, Drizzt fell into a deep sleep in his dream.
At that moment when his consciousness was blurred, Trist suddenly recalled the face of the woman who was beaten and scolded by Tucker from the Knife Gang.
Although she was scarred by the violence, Drizzt recognized her immediately.
Flora.
The call girl whose glass flower blossomed in Dr. House's downstairs darkroom!
The moment he realized this, Trist felt that face suddenly twisted, becoming extremely hideous, and sticking to his own face like a human skin mask, trying to replace him.
He tore his cheek, and the pain was so excruciating that Drizzt suddenly woke up.
Outside the window came the chirping of insects and the shrill cries of wild cats.
Trist broke out in a cold sweat. He had always believed that his main perspective might be Flora, and that Flora and Liz depended on each other for survival, but now, his perception might change.
Flora is not the owner of Trist's dream, and her relationship with Liz is not good. It can even be said that Flora holds resentment towards Liz.
Flora was the lover of Tucker of the Knife Gang. She was not affected by the gang fight and survived by chance. Without the support of the Knife Gang, Flora went back to her old job and continued to be a call girl in the Red Ballroom until her death.
"Then, the owner of my dream might really be the murderer!"
Drizzt came to the window and looked out at the empty street.
He saw, on the streets, homeless people curled up in newspapers, drunkards staggering after drinking their own fake liquor, sneaky guys who didn't know what to do, and stray dogs rummaging through trash cans for food.
There is also a woman.
A woman wearing a body-hugging dress like a cheongsam, holding a paper fan in her hand, covering the lower half of her face.
Drizzt's attention was drawn to the other person.
Just looking at her features, she is also a stunningly beautiful woman.
He wanted to see more clearly.
Drizzt leaned out the window.