Lake Bay Villas.

The exile's boss, Fauchy, has asked the robot chef to prepare a sumptuous feast.

He changed into a well-cut black suit, and his temperament was extraordinary, like a gentleman in and out of high society.

Who would have thought that this well-mannered gentleman would be the boss of the Gang of Exiles.

In addition to Char and Dewey, there was also a beautiful lady in her thirties with a noble temperament and a girl with a double ponytail of seven or eight years old.

Dewey introduces Char to the fact that they are Ferdge's wife and daughter.

Furci seemed to be very dignified in the family, and his wife and daughter sat in their positions with their heads bowed and without saying a word.

Dewey seemed to have long been used to it, smiled slightly, and said the meaning of this time: "Furci, you are the boss of the exile, you should have heard that the high school students of St. Mary's College are abusing a forbidden potion called Dream Elixir. ”

"Dream Elixir..."

Furci smoked his cigar, muttered, and said, "I've heard the name." This potion sells well in Hope City. Exiles account for 30% of the market share. ”

"Do you know where the dream potion comes from?" Char asked, a little excited.

Furdge glanced at Char, seemingly upset with his rude behavior, and waited until Dewey repeated the question before he spoke: "The man who sells goods is very mysterious, and I haven't seen him before." I'm curious, why are you asking this? ”

"Char suspects that the Nightmare Plague has something to do with the Dream Elixir." Dewey said truthfully.

"Some of my men have also been infected with the Nightmare Plague. It's a horrible virus. Furci nodded and said, "I can't provide the identity of the seller, though. But... I noticed something very strange. ”

"Oh? What's up? Dewey asked.

"People infected with the plague of nightmares, before they die, a strange man will appear near them. Dressed in a black suit, with a black top hat, and holding a cane. Some say it's death. ”

Furci laughed and said, "In this age of advanced technology, there are still people who believe in God!" I didn't believe it at first, but after you mentioned it. Could it be that some mad scientist developed the dream potion and deliberately spread it in Hope City, using the city as a research institute and people as guinea pigs to test his new medicine? Then, before the plague is dying, he will suddenly appear and collect data? ”

"Death? New urban legends? How I haven't heard of it. Dewey's brow furrowed, it was the first time he had heard this rumor.

"This is a rumor that has only become popular in recent days." Furci snapped his fingers slightly, and a virtual screen appeared above the dining table.

The screen on the virtual screen is a bar.

A man in his thirties occupies a drinking table alone, his eyes full of fear, and he keeps pouring wine into his mouth.

Soon after, he fell drunk.

As a waitress passed by him, his brain suddenly shattered, and a monster covered in blood and brains crawled out of it.

A few black-suit security guards quickly burst into the bar and shot the monster to death.

With a flick of his finger, Furdge froze as he zoomed in and pointed to an inconspicuous corner of the background of an emaciated man leaning against the wall, his hat brim pressed so low that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"That's him."

Ferdge's finger swiped across the virtual screen, and the screen turned to a remote alley.

The headless body of a woman lay deep in the alley, watching the burrowed crowd flash by a thin man in a black suit.

"And..."

Furci switched several more murder scenes, and the man in the black suit could be found inside.

He usually stood far away, staring indifferently at everything, and from time to time he took out a pen to write and draw, as if he was recording something.

"What do you think?"

Furci waved his hand to turn off the virtual screen, held a cigar in his mouth, and sneered: "Is it the Grim Reaper, or the mad scientist?" ”

"I don't know." Dewey shook his head lightly and said, "I came to you this time in the hope that you could hand over the supplier's information to me, this person is very important, and must have a lot to do with the nightmare plague." However, the information you provided about this 'Grim Reaper' is also crucial, and his behavior is indeed abnormal. ”

"Old man. Investigating the case is the business of the police and detectives. You are a small employee of a company, why should you get involved in this dangerous incident? Furch looked at Dewey and persuaded, "You're not a hero, and neither am I!" There are no heroes in this world! ”

"This—" Dewey was speechless, and the impulse in his heart was extinguished by Ferdsch's words.

Oh, yes!

Because of my work, I have the ability to explore dreams. But I'm just an ordinary person after all.

How can I find out the truth about an incident that even the Federation can't solve?

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with you, so it couldn't be better." Dewey stood up, patted Furci on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "I don't want anything to happen to my friend." ”

"I don't want anything to happen to you." Furdge smiled and patted Dewey on the back, "So, don't keep tracking. If you don't think Oneiroi Mansion is safe, you can move to me. ”

"I'll think about it."

Dewey returned to his place and talked to Furch about his youth.

In the sound of laughter, the banquet ended.

Dewey and Char return to the hovercar and prepare to return to Oneiroi Mansion.

"Teacher, do you believe him?" Char asked suddenly.

"Furci, you say? He's my best friend, why don't I trust him? Dewey's gray eyes stared at Char and said, "I'm not going to probe any further, what about you?" ”

"I..."

Char fell into a long silence.

The Nightmare Plague event is not directly related to Char.

Char agreed to be an undercover agent of the Federation to investigate the Oneiroi Group, not necessarily to investigate the Nightmare Plague.

It's just that Char faintly feels that the Nightmare Plague is inextricably linked to the Oneiroi Group, and he is also infected with the Nightmare Plague, so he will track it down all the way.

Of course, the most important point is that Char once thought that he had touched the truth of the nightmare plague!

He thought Dewey was behind it!

But Dewey's performance was clearly unaware.

As for the "Grim Reaper" mentioned by Furci, it made the originally clear events confusing again.

Who is the Grim Reaper?

The time it takes for nightmares to hatch varies from person to person.

Why does he appear at the scene of the crime so often?

Is this a coincidence?

Apparently not.

So he's the one who made the dream potion?

Char's heart was full of doubts, and when she returned to the Oneiroi Mansion, she locked herself in room 77, combing through her chaotic thoughts.

Unconsciously, Char's consciousness entered the personal space, habitually placing his hand on the lightless door and gently pushing it open.

Jingle bells...

The crisp wind chimes rang, and the white-hated and white-robed Great Witch Hermit appeared in the Wizard's Bar!