I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"What's up?"

Lu Tan and Xia pricked up their ears for gossip.

Shia didn't notice that there was another donut missing from her bag.

"An urban legend."

Drizzt seemed to know, he spread his hands and explained.

"It is said that in the slums of the abandoned capital, you can sometimes meet a woman at night. If you take her in with good intentions or abduct her with some evil intentions, there is a high probability that you will encounter misfortune and be discovered the next day. He died somewhere in the sewers, his death was ugly, there are many legends about this, and there are different versions in different regions. They are all meant to scare children to sleep and not go out to play at night."

"I see."

Lu Jian expressed his understanding.

"Speaking of which, we have similar rumors over there. It is said that if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you will be captured by the Night King of the forest. Fry in a sizzling oil pan until fragrant, then add some salt and pepper, and stir-fry until both sides are golden brown. Then add chili peppers and dried salted fish..."

Shia talked about how to make a midnight snack.

"Please stop, friend."

Drizzt interrupted Shia's recipe.

"What is the Night King?"

Lu Tan asked curiously.

"It's a legend over there. It's said to be a monster that defeated the winter wolf hundreds of years ago and dominated the night. It's specially used to scare children who don't want to sleep."

Shia said seriously.

"..."

Lu Tan thought for a moment, and if he were to say that he was the one who defeated the Winter Wolf, wouldn't it be him?

Unexpectedly, his deeds back then were still passed down, and he even evolved into a big devil who could stop children from crying at night?

If Shia knew that she was the Night King, I don’t know what she would think of him.

Lu Tian thought it would be better to talk about how to add chili pepper and salted fish.

"Salted fish must be soaked in water first and then...I mean, so, this rumor is actually just a rumor, not something strange?"

"Who knows, several people die every day in the Black Street. Sometimes in order to cover up crimes, it is convenient to make up some simple and easy-to-use urban legends to shoulder the blame."

Drizzt wanted to take out his pipe, but after thinking about his current position, he put it back.

"However, this person should have indeed met at least one woman before his death."

Lu Tiao nodded.

"How did you know?"

Siya reached into the paper bag, only to find that the donuts were gone at some point. She was slightly confused, but she crumpled the paper bag into a ball and stuffed it into her pocket.

"There is the smell of perfume on his body. You see, his internal organs are so well preserved, and the smell around him was stuffed into the glass."

Lu Tan's [True Sight] gave him more clues.

"Are there any women among his patients that day?"

"should not."

Drizzt shook his head.

"A bartender on a black street broke his leg due to drunkenness, and a worker working in a factory suffered from lung disease caused by long-term exposure to exhaust gas. These are the two patients he came into contact with that afternoon."

"Aren't there call girls who have been injured, or women who have to work for their families, to come to the clinic?"

Lu Tan asked.

"No."

Drizzt closed the book.

"If there are any clues in these internal organs, please take another look."

"Look at the serious impact this has on your body. Do you just have the heart to let me see it?"

"You are the only person here who is least qualified to say this."

Drizzt couldn't help but take out his pipe, struck a match, and lit the tobacco. He took a deep breath, letting the slightly pungent smell fill his lungs, bringing a slightly hallucinogenic feeling that soothed his nerves. He looked again One glance at the corpse with the glass flower in full bloom. Before, Drizzt might have lowered his rationality and had various stress reactions. But now, he could stand in front of the corpse and talk and laugh.

All these changes come from the place of silence.

As the tasks in the abandoned city increased, Drizzt also had a premonition that the pollution in this world was gradually overflowing, breaking through the things that originally bound them.

Perhaps one day, the dream created by the author of the ancient capital will become a real reality. Monsters are rampant on the streets of the abandoned capital.

"Well, what is here?"

Lu Tan took another careful look and found that there seemed to be a little color between the internal organs and close to the skin.

This color is usually not obvious. It can only be seen clearly in a dark environment and under the light of Drizzt's match.

"Maybe it's the dye. There are often stains like this in the factory. The factory has been very busy recently and many people have fallen ill. Doctor House sometimes helps some sick people."

Drizzt also leaned over and took a look.

"This should be brought by the workers of that factory?"

Shia felt that the corpse with the glass flower was full of weirdness, and it was more like a catharsis of some kind of emotion.

Because the expression on Dr. House's face was one of pain and surprise, he must have suffered considerable torture.

There are many types of killings, and Shia herself has killed many people.

Simple killing is just killing people. Killing is a means, a process to achieve other goals.

As for the originator of the Flower of Glass, killing was obviously his purpose. He killed Dr. House in this way just to make him suffer torture and suffering.

"Does he have any enemies?"

Sia asked, and took out a bag of cookies from the slit in the armor, which she had secretly hidden.

Bang, bang, bang——

The sound of chewing biscuits echoed in the morgue, causing considerable torture to one's stomach.

"I'll have a piece too."

Lu Tan reached out and took the biscuit from Shia. Just as he was about to eat it, he found that the biscuit in his palm was missing.

"It can be said that Dr. House has almost no enemies. He is everyone's good neighbor. After graduating from medical school, he worked as a doctor in the hospital for a period of time, and then established a clinic on his own, charging cheap fees, and also helping the poor. Perhaps some of his peers Are you unhappy with him?"

Drizzt explained, adding.

"Of course, it doesn't mean that good people will not die. Bad people will definitely die. He may have other dark sides behind his back, or he may have provoked people he shouldn't have provoked. In the waste city, this is normal."

"We can go to his clinic and ask that supplier later."

The great detective of the abandoned city said again.

"no problem."

The three of them thanked the staff and left the funeral home. Not far from the funeral home, one block past the teahouse where Lu Tian and Drizzt met was Dr. House's clinic.

The place is closed and guarded by police, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

It was already afternoon, the sunlight began to become ambiguous, setting in the west, lazy, and the clinic became dim.

When Lu Tian walked into the clinic, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.

He saw that the hospital bed in the clinic was circled, where Dr. House's body was found.