Chapter 404 403.She is dead

Drizzt’s plan is simple. Find out the identity of the dead call girl today, and then investigate the gangster of the Catania family. You should be able to find out all the people involved in this case and accept it. The next step is to investigate and analyze to determine the characteristics of the murderer.

  With Stone's support, Drizzt should not worry about Mrs. Martina's tough measures against her investigation for the time being.

  Some people think that when a detective handles a case, he is holding a pipe in his mouth, looking around with a magnifying glass, and then using subtle reasoning and logic to break down the criminal’s crimes. Sitting on a rocking chair can solve a huge case.

   But in fact, detective analysis must rely on facts to make sense.

  Even in the abandoned capital, most of the cases are solved by investigating the relationship, motivation, and alibi.

  Even this case involving extraordinary powers, 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 thoughts, as long as he finds out who hates Dr. House, whoever kills him can make a profit, and who is there. When you show up in the clinic at that time, you can infer that it's okay.

The   Red Ballroom reverberated with some old songs that ran away. These tunes in the metropolitan style of the 1920s and 1930s were sung in that special vocal style, which was inexplicably frightening.

  In the daytime, this place is relatively empty. Most of the call girls are still sleeping, and some of them wear plain clothes to wash clothes at the door, or chat, and these women with heavy makeup wiped off look no different from ordinary people.

  There are still some people with residual wounds on their faces. They are working hard to wipe them and apply medicines, hoping to reduce the swelling as soon as possible.

  Drizzt came to the door of a store that said theater, took out the photo of the call girl's face, and asked.

  "Have you seen this woman?"

  The woman sitting at the door washing clothes glanced at the photo and shook her head indifferently.

   asked several companies in a row, but didn't get the answer.

  Xia looked at these women with complicated emotions.

  There are no call girls in the night country. As Shia recognizes, as long as the night country is willing to work, she will definitely be able to gain something. Women do not need to sell their bodies in exchange for money.

  "This is Flora, at least the name she told us is this. She worked in the ‘good times’ down the street and has not returned 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 Times". This kind of shop generally does not provide overnight stays, and no one will find a hotel in the black street. The call girls in the red ballroom are usually two. In this way, you either charge by the hour in the store, or spend money to get call girls to your door.

   "Flora? Where did this ghost go? I thought she really eloped with a guest!"

As soon as    said the name, the woman behind the counter in the shop became angry. She cursed and packed her things.

  There is an unspeakable smell in the store, mixed with perfume, which stimulates human hormones.

  Xia pinched her nose, not wanting to smell it.

  Lu Zan sniffed, trying to find a familiar smell from it.

  Drizzt looked at the different reactions of the two teammates and decided to ignore it.

   "She is dead."

  He informs the other party.

  The moment she heard these words, the woman was stunned, a little surprised, then there was a little sadness between her eyebrows, and finally she became angry again.

   "It's a loss for me to raise such a big child, and I just die like this, what a **** thing!"

  The woman scolded.

  "Does she know Dr. House?"

  Drizzt ignored the relationship between them, just acting as an unsentimental detective machine.

"Yes, we all know Dr. House. He often treats our girls with skin injuries and provides some medicines. You know, in our industry, injuries are inevitable, but there are only so many. Flora went out a few days ago. I thought she was going to pick up the guests, but I didn't expect to see a doctor."

  The woman took the banknotes that Drizzt had handed over, and illuminated it to the sun to verify that it was true or false, before she spoke.

   "By the way, how did Flora die?"

   "No comment on this, still under investigation."

  Drizzt didn't say the details of the case, after all, sometimes he just waited for the murderer to tell him.

   "Does she have any friends or close people? Did she go to the doctor by herself?"

"She has a good relationship with other girls, but there are no people close to her. The main reason is that she had some quarrels with other girls in the past, and the result was not very happy. This is also normal. Everyone is selling out. Don't worry about it."

  The woman stuffed money into her clothes and said casually.

   "Can we go and see where she lives?"

   Drizzt asked again.

   "You follow me."

  The woman took the three of them upstairs and opened the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

  Here, the upper and lower bunks add up to a total of eight beds. Even the standing position is reluctant. Several women are still sleeping. They are indifferent when faced with the woman opening the door.

  The room is a bit damp, dark, and stuffy, and the environment is difficult. In contrast, the room next door for guests to enjoy looks much cleaner and tidy.

  The woman pointed to a bed.

  "This is Flora's bed."

"What's up with her?"

   asked a call girl half asleep.

"died."

  The woman replied.

  "Then can I take her clothes."

  The first reaction of the call girl turned out to be to carve up the inheritance.

   "Think beautiful."

  The woman grabbed the clothes and quilt on the bed, revealing what was on the cushion.

  There was nothing, the money of these call girls was hidden, there were only some clothing on the bed, and Drizzt found a pendant-like thing, it was a flower carved out of wood, it was worthless.

   "Can I take this away?"

   Hearing the words, the woman took a closer look at the pendant, scratched the surface with her nails, confirmed that it was just a piece of wood, and handed it to Drizzt.

  Leaving "Good Times", Drizzt glanced at the necklace, and the flowers on it couldn't tell what it was.

   "There is no such perfume smell in that shop."

   Lu Yi said.

   "Can you smell it?"

   Drizzt asked subconsciously.

   "Of course, my nose is very good."

  Lu Yi said again.

   "They don’t have that kind of paint or paint on their bodies or in the shop."

   "So, it was a woman who killed Dr. House and Flora. She had a special perfume on her body, and she was still working in a paint factory?"

  Xia summed up the information of the two people.

  "It could also be a man who works in a paint factory and likes to spray perfume. The smell of the paint factory is so strong that it’s not good to see people."

  Lu Yi proposed a new idea.

  ". If you can spray perfume, you are already rich. Look at the women in the red ballroom, none of them have perfume. I think maybe they are the owner of the paint factory."

  Drizzt didn't know why he couldn't get through with the paint factory.

   "Forget it, let's go and see the corpse of the gangster from the Catania family first."

  (End of this chapter)