I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Dr. House's supplier is a middle-aged man with a big belly. He is not as clean as Dr. House. It seems that socializing has caused his body to age prematurely. The man's name is Joe.

"I swear, he was still very healthy when I met him. He talked to me about the price of some drugs. As you know, factories have been developing rapidly recently. Some brands of pharmaceutical factories are working overtime to produce a large amount of drugs. The price Cheap, the medicine bottles I supply here seem expensive, I need to explain it to him."

This was what Joe said when he saw Drizzt.

"When I left the clinic, he was already preparing to close the door. He said he had something else to do tonight. I asked casually. He didn't say clearly, but I guessed that he might be going to some party or meeting a woman, because he had beaten himself up. Very clean, you know, that's the kind of thing, he is already very clean usually, but that day he was even cleaner."

The middle-aged man with a fat belly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. The air near the pharmaceutical factory was humid, especially in the morning.

"Is there a list of supplies of medicines?"

Drizzt asked.

"Here, it's all here. He doesn't buy many kinds of medicine from me."

Joe took out a list, a list of the latest transactions between him and Dr. House.

Drizzt took a look and saw that they were indeed common medicines, mostly used to treat gastrointestinal diseases, trauma, lung diseases, and common colds and fevers.

In Gray Alley, these illnesses are the norm.

"You didn't provide some illegal drugs."

Drizzt was blunt.

"No, of course not, I never do these things."

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"But we found some less legal drugs in Dr. House's clinic, such as this one."

Drizzt took out a small vial of illegal drugs placed on the shelf in the dark room.

The expression on Joe's face became more solemn. He looked at the medicine bottle carefully and immediately defended.

"This drug is not provided by me. Not to mention medical representatives like us, we may not be able to find this kind of drug even in hospitals. Only certain big shots can control their channels."

"Big shot, you mean the Catania family?"

Drizzt took back the vial.

"I don't dare to say it, I don't dare to say it. I know that House can still get along with many people, but I advise you not to get involved in the things over there."

The middle-aged man shrank his neck.

"Is there anything special about Dr. House during this time?"

Lu Tan suddenly asked.

"Whether it's words and deeds, the type, quantity, or anything else you feel is fine."

"Him? He hasn't changed much. He's just like this. He's meticulous. He seems inhumane, but sometimes he's quite like a good person. As for buying goods here, he recently added some medicines to treat lung diseases. I guess It turns out that the workers at the factory are gradually starting to get sick."

When Joe saw that Drizzt and others no longer asked him about the medicine, he sat up straighter and no longer looked so shrinking.

"Oh, these businessmen are really smart. They let homeless people work in factories and rely on them to make profits. The workers' bodies will be weakened by the exhaust gas, and they need to buy medicines for treatment. The salary will be restored. Into the merchant's pocket"

As he spoke, he noticed the looks in Drizzt's and Shia's eyes, and immediately shut his mouth obediently.

"Dr. House treated those workers for free?"

Drizzt remembered that when he looked through the files before, most of them were middle-class people with a little money, and there were almost no workers. Thinking of Dr. House's reputation, he asked.

"Probably so. He sometimes goes to the factory area and distributes some medicines to relieve lung diseases for free to the workers. I don't know what he wants. Maybe doctors always have such pursuits, and we are like A businessman is different."

Drizzt asked the medical supplier for alibi and compared it with the police investigation, and then left his house.

"The air here is very fresh."

Lu Tan walked out of the house and took a breath.

"There's always a bad smell in the room."

"agree."

Shia also nodded.

"You two"

Drizzt said, and patted his clothes, as if to wipe away something unclean.

"He seems to have no reason to kill Dr. House, and according to the pattern of the case, as the last person to see Dr. House, he is the most suspicious, so he is the least likely to commit a crime."

"That makes sense. Let's go meet the two patients next?"

Lu Tiao asked.

"I need to go to Madam Martina's place first. Maybe you can wait for me across the street?"

Drizzt subconsciously touched the pistol hanging under his arm.

"No problem, we'll have a nice meal waiting for you."

Lu Tiao had no objection.

Drizzt touched the diagnosis and treatment records in his arms. He took Lu Tiao and Shia to the street corner and asked them to wait in the restaurant here. He took a rickshaw and walked two streets before arriving. A store selling musical instruments.

The owner of the musical instrument store was playing the violin. When he saw Drizzt, he didn't say anything and just pointed behind him.

Drizzt walked through the musical instrument store and came to the room behind the store, where two men in suits were sitting. They were smoking, filling the room with the smell of cheap tobacco.

Seeing Drizzt, the two of them stood up slightly, put out their cigarette butts, and became more polite.

"This is what Madam Martina wants."

Drizzt handed the file in his arms into the hands of one of the men.

"You haven't opened it?"

The man glanced at the file.

"Nonsense, if I hadn't opened it, how would I know this was what she wanted?"

Drizzt feels like these gangsters really need a little public education.

"Oh, okay, we will give this to Madam. As for the reward, Madam said here."

The man pretended to glance at the file, but Drizzt knew very well that neither man could read, so it would be reassuring to have illiterate gangsters delivering documents.

What he handed to Drizzt was an invitation.

"The charity banquet tomorrow night?"

Drizzt did not ask these two people. He knew that these two people were just passing the microphone.

It seems that Mrs. Martina wants to participate in this charity banquet, and then test him personally. If there is no problem, she will give him money and leave. If there is a problem, then

Putting away the invitation, Drizzt returned to the musical instrument store.

He saw the owner of the musical instrument store sitting on a chair, with two tall thugs standing next to him. The thugs held the owner down and refused to let him leave.

On the other side, the violin that was in the boss's hand just now was in the hands of a young man. He played the violin and played a melody in a classical style.

Drizzt did not curse, nor did he leave at the speed of light. He saw the car outside the musical instrument store, and he knew very well that if he acted rashly now, the clear gunshot of the typewriter would definitely be waiting for him.

After a moment, the young man put down the instrument in his hand and glanced at Drizzt, who was motionless.

"Hello, Detective, I have a business I want to talk to you about."

The young man's face looked familiar to Drizzt for some reason.