I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 412 - 412 411. The Person in the Dream (Extra for Monthly

Chapter 412: 411. The Person in the Dream (Extra for Monthly Votes!)_1 Chapter 412: 411. The Person in the Dream (Extra for Monthly Votes!)_1 Night.

Though he had experienced an episode of “blooming” earlier in the night, Lu Ban still managed to sleep soundly. The large Orange Cat did not dare approach Lu Ban this time, instead curling up at Shia’s feet, but the girl’s snoring kept waking it up, resulting in a fitful sleep.

Cui Siter closed his eyes and slipped into a light doze.

He did not enter a dream directly this time but first had several vague and disjointed dreams, all about recent events.

In the dream, he sat in his office, slumped over his desk, asleep. He heard someone enter, the footsteps light yet unfamiliar.

The Cui Siter in the dream knew that this was the murderer behind the series of cases, coming to kill him. He didn’t know why he knew, but he was certain of it.

“Not good, I’m going to die!”

Thinking this, Cui Siter tried to struggle to his feet, but his body remained motionless, as even lifting his head and opening his eyes seemed exceedingly difficult.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Cui Siter’s fear deepened.

He didn’t have the time to ponder how he could see the office around him despite being unable to open his eyes; Cui Siter was solely focused on trying to wake himself up.

He felt as if he had opened his eyes, but they remained tightly shut.

The detective tried to move his body, to fall off the desk in order to awaken, but though he tried over and over, it was as if he kept falling off the desk. Yet his consciousness, seemingly glued in place, was immobile.

Finally, the murderer approached from behind. With a grin, Cui Siter felt a wrenching pain inside as his organs bloomed like flowers.

Then Cui Siter woke up.

“It was just a dream…”

Thinking to himself, Cui Siter realized he wasn’t in the detective’s office but instead in a run-down, yet clean and tidy apartment room.

It was the apartment where the incident occurred!

Cui Siter tried to move his head and found his vision completely still, like a movie camera, beyond his control.

“Is this also a dream?”

Cui Siter was a bit scared, dreading that another murderer might walk through the door any moment.

However, this time Cui Siter’s consciousness was a bit clearer, and he remembered that in the previous dream, he couldn’t see his surroundings, so he must have been dreaming.

“No, was that a dream within a dream just now?”

Before Cui Siter could understand the situation, he heard a noisy argument coming from outside the door.

“How many times do I have to tell you, don’t touch my stuff!”

This was a sharp male voice, with a hint of brutality.

“I just wanted to help you tidy up…”

A somewhat shrill female voice responded.

The two argued briefly, and Cui Siter roughly made out that the noise was coming from next door.

“Tuck? The guy from Blade Gang?”

Cui Siter recalled the information from his previous investigation.

“Get out, just get out!”

The man’s voice grew more irate and was followed by the sound of a commotion, which made Cui Siter’s gaze shift to next door where sounds of a beating ensued.

“Please, stop hitting me, stop it, please don’t hit me anymore…”

The woman’s voice was trembling, filled with submission.

As a qualified gentleman, Cui Siter could not ignore the act of a man hitting a woman.

But his view remained unmoving, and it was only after a series of footsteps that he looked towards the door.

The door opened, and it was the young girl.

Liz, Cui Siter remembered her name.

Through the doorway, past Liz, Cui Siter saw a tall man and a woman who had just been slapped, now sobbing and whimpering.

“This woman…?”

“Liz, take this money and buy yourself something to eat, and if any customer gives you trouble, tell me,”

Tuck from the Blade Gang looked like he had changed his face when he spoke to Liz, completely void of the ferocity and violence he had just displayed.

He handed a few banknotes to Liz and then left.

Only Liz and that woman remained.

“…Your injury.”

Just as Liz was about to tend to the woman’s wounds, she was pushed away.

“It’s all your fault, all your fault, he wasn’t like this before…”

The woman immediately slapped Liz, leaving one side of the young yet slightly mature face turning red.

Without giving Liz a chance to react, the woman promptly left.

Liz stood there dazed, taking a long while to come to her senses. Clutching the banknotes tightly, she returned to her room and shut the door.

“I feel like I really did something bad.”

Liz looked at Cui Siter, her smile strained.

“…Right, your illness should be almost better by now; we can go out for a walk in a couple of days. I also managed to get your medicine for these days, Doctor Howes is really such a good person.”

She took out a bottle of medicine, poured out the pills, and fed them to Cui Siter.

A sense of calm spread through him, and Cui Siter wasn’t sure if he could actually feel this in a dream.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in this dream, he couldn’t speak.

“I’ve saved up enough money; we can get a better place, a room with our own bathroom. When you get better, we can sunbathe on the lawn, take walks on the road…”

She talked about many aspirations, and only Cui Siter knew that all these were illusions, that this young girl would soon die, her body never to be found.

Listening to the girl’s words, Cui Siter fell into a deep sleep within the dream.

In that moment of blurred consciousness, Cui Siter suddenly recalled the face of the woman he had seen earlier, who was being scolded and beaten by Tuck of the Blade Gang.

Even with her features marred by violence, Cui Siter recognized her immediately.

Flora.

The call girl who had bloomed as the Glass Flower in the secret room beneath Doctor Howes’s building!

The moment he realized this, Cui Siter felt the face contort grotesquely, becoming incredibly ferocious, and like a mask of human skin, it clung to his own face trying to replace it.

He tore at his own cheeks, the pain piercing to his core, jolting Cui Siter awake.

From outside the window came the chirping of insects and the pitiful cries of a cat in heat.

Cui Siter was drenched in cold sweat; he had always thought that his main perspective in the dream might be Flora, with Flora and Liz depending on each other for survival. But now, his perception might have to change.

Flora was not the main character in Cui Siter’s dream; she did not get along with Liz; in fact, it could be said that Flora harbored resentment towards Liz.

Flora was Tuck’s lover from the Blade Gang, and she managed to survive the gang violence unscathed, luckily alive without her gang’s support. Flora resumed her old profession at the Red Dance Hall, continuing as a call girl until her death.

“So, the main character of my dream might really be the murderer!”

Cui Siter approached the window, looking out onto the empty street.

He saw a homeless man curled up in newspapers, a drunkard staggering from drinking homemade liquor, a suspicious person not knowing what to do, a stray dog rummaging through trash bins for food.

And a woman.

A woman dressed in a cheongsam-like outfit that hugged her figure, holding a paper fan, covering the lower half of her face.

Cui Siter’s gaze was drawn to her.

Even just looking at her eyes and eyebrows, she was a stunning woman.

He wanted a clearer view.

Cui Siter leaned out of the window.

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This is the third added update for November’s first monthly ticket.