Drizzt's plan is very simple. If he finds out the identity of the dead call girl today, and then investigates the gangster boy of the Catania family, he should be able to find out all the relevant people in this case and take the next step.
Next comes the stage of investigation and analysis to determine the characteristics of the murderer.
With Stone's support, Drizzt shouldn't have to worry about Madam Martina taking any tough measures for the time being.
Some people think that when a detective handles a case, he holds a pipe in his mouth, looks around with a magnifying glass, and then uses exquisite reasoning and logic to decompose the prisoner's crime. He can solve a shocking case while sitting in a rocking chair.
But in fact, detective analysis is analysis, and we still need to rely on facts to make sense.
Even in the abandoned capital, most cases are solved by investigating relationships, motives, and alibi.
Even if this case involves supernatural power, Drizzt thinks it is no exception.
The prisoner must have been to Dr. House's clinic, so it doesn't matter whether he kills with a knife or with his mind. As long as he finds out who hates Dr. House, who can make a profit by killing him, and who is
If you show up at the clinic at that time, you can make a guess.
The red dance hall echoed with some old songs that had been lost. To Lu Jian, these songs sounded a bit like metropolitan-style songs from the 1920s and 1930s, sung with that special singing style, which gave it an inexplicable and scary flavor.
The place is relatively empty during the day. Most of the call girls are still sleeping. Some of them are washing clothes at the door or chatting in simple clothes. These women who have wiped off their heavy makeup look no different from ordinary people.
Some people still have wounds left on their faces and are trying hard to wipe them off and apply medicine in the hope that the swelling will subside as soon as possible.
Drizzt came to the door of a store with the name Theater, took out a photo of the call girl's face, and asked.
"Have you seen this woman?"
The woman sitting at the door washing clothes took a look at the photo and shook her head indifferently.
I asked several companies in a row but got no answer.
Shia looked at these women with mixed emotions.
There are no call girls in the Kingdom of Darkness. Just as Shia knows, as long as the Kingdom of Darkness is willing to work, you will definitely gain something. Women do not need to sell their bodies in exchange for money.
"This is Flora, or at least that's the name she told us. She works at Good Times down the street and hasn't been back for several days."
Finally, a woman with short hair told Drizzt the answer.
Drizzt gave some money, and the three of them came to this shop called "Good Time". This kind of shop usually does not provide overnight stays, and no one will find a hotel on the black street. The call girls in the Red Ballroom usually only have two.
Either you charge by the hour in the store, or you pay a call girl to come to your home.
"Flora? Where did this damn ghost go? I thought she really eloped with some guest!"
As soon as she said this name, the woman behind the counter in the store became angry. She cursed and packed her things.
There is an indescribable smell in the store, mixed with perfume, stimulating human hormones.
Shia pinched her nose, not wanting to smell it.
Lu Tan sniffed, trying to find a familiar smell inside.
Drizzt looked at the completely different reactions of his two teammates and decided to ignore them.
"She's dead."
He informed the other party.
The moment she heard these words, the woman was stunned for a moment, then a little sadness appeared in her eyebrows, and finally she became angry again.
"It's a shame that I raised you so well, and you died like this. What an unlucky thing!"
The woman cursed.
"Does she know Dr. House?"
Drizzt ignored the relationship between them and just regarded him as an emotionless detective machine.
"Yes, we all know Dr. House. He often treats our girls' skin injuries and provides some medicines. You know, in our line of work, injuries are inevitable, but there are only so many.
Flora went out a few days ago, and I thought she was going to pick up guests, but I didn't expect that she was going to see a doctor."
The woman took the banknote from Drizzt and looked at the sun to verify the authenticity before speaking.
"By the way, how did Flora die?"
"No comment on this, we are still investigating."
Drizzt did not tell the details of the case, after all, sometimes he just waited for the murderer to spill the beans.
"Does she have any friends or people close to her? Did she go to the doctor alone?"
"She has a good relationship with other girls, but she doesn't have anyone close to her. The main reason is that she had some disputes with other girls in the past, and the result was not happy. This is normal. Everyone is out to sell.
Don’t be distracted.”
The woman stuffed the money into her clothes and said casually.
"Can we go see where she lives?"
Drizzt asked again.
"You guys come with me."
The woman led the three people upstairs and opened the door of the room at the end of the corridor.
There are a total of eight beds here, with bunk beds and bunk beds. Even the standing position is barely there. Several women are still sleeping. They are indifferent to the woman opening the door.
The room was a bit damp, dark, stuffy, and a difficult environment. In contrast, the room next door for guests to enjoy seemed much cleaner and tidier.
The woman pointed to a bed.
"This is Flora's bed."
"What's wrong with her?"
asked a call girl, half asleep.
"Dead."
the woman replied.
"Then can I take her clothes away?"
The call girl's first reaction was to divide the inheritance.
"It's a beautiful thought."
The woman grabbed the clothes and quilt on the bed and exposed what was on the mat.
There was nothing. All the call girls' money was hidden. There were only some clothes on the bed. Drizzt found a pendant-like object, which was a flower carved from wood. It was worthless.
"Can I take this?"
Hearing this, the woman looked at the pendant carefully and scratched the surface with her nails. After confirming that it was just a piece of wood, she handed it to Drizzt.
After leaving "Good Times", Drizzt glanced at the necklace, but he couldn't tell what the flowers on it were.
"That store doesn't have that perfume smell."
Lu Tan said.
"Can you smell it?"
Drizzt asked subconsciously.
"Of course, I have a good nose."
Lu Jian said again.
"They don't have that kind of paint or coating on them or in the store."
"So, the person who killed Dr. House and Flora was a woman who wore a special-smelling perfume and worked in a paint factory?"
Shia summarized the information about the two people.
"Maybe it's a man who works in a paint factory and likes to wear perfume. The smell of the paint factory is so strong that it's not nice to meet people."
Lu Jian came up with a new idea.
"...You are already rich if you can wear perfume. Look at the women in the Red Ballroom. None of them have perfume. I think they might be the owners of the paint factory."
Drizzt didn't know why he couldn't get along with the paint factory.
"Forget it, let's go see the body of the gangster from the Catania family first."