I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 406 - 406 405. Detectives Intuition_1

Chapter 406: 405. Detective’s Intuition_1 Chapter 406: 405. Detective’s Intuition_1 Waking up, Cui Siter gasped for the damp and cold air, feeling his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and he felt somewhat drained. He sat up and found the night was still deep.

[You have witnessed a scene of Pollution]

[Sanity -2]

Shia’s snoring was even noisier than the intermittent sounds of machinery from the factory outside, and Cui Siter somewhat doubted whether these dreams were related to the girl.

As for Lu Ban, he was sound asleep, using the large Orange Cat that had earlier disappeared somewhere as a pillow. The cat’s expression was one of agony, wanting to struggle free, but Lu Ban held on tightly, and the cat couldn’t get away, only occasionally letting out soft whimpers.

Cui Siter closed his eyes, recalling the dream he just had.

Indeed, that girl’s life in his dreams had improved quite a bit, which showed that some time must have passed.

As for how the girl made money, how she survived on Black Street, those kinds of topics didn’t need to be asked to know the answer.

Cui Siter felt less sympathy than he did contemplation.

In Abandoned Capital, the gap between people sometimes seemed greater than that between people and dogs.

And…

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

This wooden pendant, shaped like a small flower, had also appeared in his dream, right in front of that girl’s neck.

“Is the person in the dream Flora?”

Cui Siter truly felt the saying, ‘a woman changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood’. The two people’s brows and eyes looked somewhat similar, but otherwise, everything about them felt different.

And so to speak, the scene in Cui Siter’s dreams might be many years in the past.

“What is this dream trying to tell me, why did it want to kill Flora?”

“Could it be that the real target of the killer was Flora and not Doctor Howes?”

“Or, is this the killer’s perspective?”

Cui Siter now felt somewhat relieved that this dream wasn’t a real one but rather some kind of knowledge born from Pollution. Although his Sanity had decreased, he could now recall any detail of the dream with clarity just by closing his eyes.

He closed his eyes, trying to find more clues.

For instance, the location of the room where both individuals were, or the identity of the master of the dream.

Because the woman from ‘Home of Happiness’ had said that Flora had no relatives or friends, the fate of the dream’s master might also not be good, or they might have had a falling out with Flora, leading to resentment.

In the dream, during the brief moment the girl handed food to Cui Siter, he tried hard to turn his head but found that he couldn’t move his head at all, nor could he divert his eyes. He simply couldn’t look anywhere else.

Perhaps it was because the master of the dream hadn’t seen anything else at the time, so nothing unknown to them could appear in the dream.

Entering the dream once more, this time Cui Siter didn’t try to turn his head but stared intently behind the girl with his eyes, observing the arrangement of the room and peeking at the scenery outside the window with his peripheral vision.

The gray sky was visible, but so was the factory smoke; this house was located near the factory, and the layout resembled a small apartment. Those window-like small apartments…

Cui Siter tried hard to recall all he had learned in his lifetime to find clues about the apartment.

In the factory district nearby, there were these kind of cheap small apartments, most of them shared restrooms and bathrooms, only providing beds within. Of course, they weren’t meant for the workers but for some clerical staff in the factory, foremen and the like. Compared to the filthy, smelly Black Street, these locations were obviously a bit more comfortable.

And more upscale apartments, the ones with private restrooms, were closer to the center of Abandoned Capital.

For the lower-class citizens, a house like Cui Siter’s was already considered a mansion.

Constantly recalling the dream, Cui Siter’s mind was filled with the girl’s face.

Just then, a burst of inspiration suddenly hit him, and he remembered something.

His gaze focused on the girl’s hand; she had just taken out a medicine bottle, which contained the drug to treat “him”—a medicine she bought cheaply with the money she earned.

Cui Siter looked carefully at the label on the medicine bottle.

He recognized the label very well, having seen it before.

“… Doctor Howes’s clinic once provided such medicine.”

Opening his eyes from the dream, Cui Siter felt he had grabbed hold of the tail of inspiration.

“Inexpensive medicine, Flora, and Doctor Howes, they intersect here, indicating that the house they live in isn’t far from Black Street. I need to search…”

He got up, stepped over the snoring Shia and Lu Ban who was holding a cat, and went into his office. He took out the map of Abandoned Capital. To call it a map was generous—most of it was marked by himself. Cui Siter found Doctor Howes’s clinic and looked for apartments around it.

Soon, Cui Siter found an apartment called Home of Happiness.

Despite the name, the condition of the apartment wasn’t good. It was one of those cheap apartments with communal bathrooms and poor sound insulation.

Cui Siter noted the address, flipped through old newspapers, looked at the apartment’s rental ads and the contact person’s name, and jotted them down in his notebook. After doing all this, he leaned back in his chair, picked up his pipe to take a puff, but then put it down again, recalling the frail body he had in the dream.

He pulled out Doctor Howes’ files, which included patient records. He searched through them before remembering something else.

The police and he himself must have already checked Doctor Howes’ medical records. Excluding those needed by Lady Martina, there would definitely be no records for Flora.

She wasn’t an official patient of Doctor Howes.

“Maybe she had contact with Doctor Howes when he distributed medicines. Could there really be some connection between these two people that is not known to others?”

Cui Siter, who often read novels and plays, had already imagined an elaborate drama.

Glancing at the pendant in his hand, Cui Siter suddenly felt a bit sad, not knowing if it was because of the impact of the dream just now, or the discontent of him working so late while the other two were sound asleep.

He went to the window and looked out at Abandoned Capital, a city that would never fully fall asleep, and sighed.

…

The next day, in the early morning, Cui Siter was awakened by Lu Ban’s voice. He had ended up sleeping in his chair, and his neck was sore and aching.

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

Cui Siter didn’t eat breakfast. Instead, while Lu Ban and Shia were wolfing down their food, he shared his dream from last night as well as the investigation that he had conducted.

“So are we going to check out the apartment today?”

Lu Ban asked, with a trace of milk at the corner of his mouth.

“I always have this feeling that the owner of these dreams is trying to tell me something, wanting me to stop something,”

Cui Siter mumbled to himself.

“Is this a detective’s intuition?”

Lu Ban asked.

“If possible, I’d like you to have this dream.”

Cui Siter said to Lu Ban seriously.