She is not an investigator.

"No matter who you are, this thing should not be in your hands; it is more dangerous than you think."

Igris scoffed and crossed her arms, questioning him.

"So, you know the specific dangers involved, and you decide that your own half-buried body is more suitable to preserve it than mine?"

How much money do you want?

"Your everything."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"This thing (keeping it in your hands) won't cause any problems. I'm willing to pay a hundred gold coins to buy it. This is good for both of us. With this money, your life will undergo unprecedented changes, something this pocket watch can't provide."

"Then I have another question."

Igris took out the pocket watch and gently shook it in her hand.

"Why would you spend so much money to buy this watch, just to help others? Since you say it's dangerous, aren't you just paying for danger? You don't really think I'm the kind of person who's only after money, do you?"

Actually, Igris was, but she felt that since the other party was willing to pay such a price for the pocket watch, it must have something valuable about it, and it might be worth more than a hundred gold coins.

"Besides me, no one else will give you this money to buy this pocket watch. Liu, you have to think this through. This is your only chance."

“If you tell me what its real dangers are and what its function is, then I will consider selling it to you.”

Igris took the pocket watch in her hand and put it in her pocket.

"Otherwise, there's no point in talking."

"Then there's nothing more to say."

He sighed and waved his hand gently.

"You go."

"...?"

As a result, this person really gave up.

Igris suddenly felt a little regretful, but if she regretted it now, she would probably lose all face.

"...Do I still need to pay for the repairs?"

The man didn't say anything, but simply waved his hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Only then did Iegliss feel relieved enough to go downstairs. She glanced at the shop assistant who was still doing repairs and asked him with some curiosity.

"Didn't you say your boss kept a parrot? I haven't seen it."

"what…"

He raised his head again and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"That parrot...is dead."

"it's a pity."

Igris had always wanted to give her most loyal companion a talking body so that it could come out and look around most of the time, instead of being stuck in the mirror.

Igris silently walked out of the store, and Emily, who was squatting at the door in a daze, stood up and looked at Igris.

"I should go buy you some warm clothes next."

Today was a bit busier than she had expected, but this fulfilling life did prevent her from getting bored.

"I like this scarf."

“But this is mine. I can buy you a new one, but that doesn’t mean you can take my scarf away.”

Amy Rida paused for a moment, then clutched the scarf around her neck.

"Actually, I'm not cold."

"Then give me back my scarf."

"—!"

Amelida squatted down on the ground, gripping her scarf tightly, as wary as an animal guarding its food.

Iglesias didn't understand why she was so interested in her scarf, but she was afraid she would never get it back.

So no matter what, Igris should still go and buy some clothes, because every time she takes off a piece of clothing, she feels her body temperature drop by a few degrees.

She is extremely afraid of the cold.

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After a busy day, Igris and Amelida finally arrived at Adam's house, while Adam went to the office.

Igris wasn't worried about whether there would be clients at night, because they almost never worked at night, and most people knew that.

Because Emily was so fond of Igris's scarf, Igris simply bought herself a new one and also bought Emily a coat that looked very heavy.

I don't know if it's warm or not, but it looks very heavy.

Amelida's claim of being cold was indeed nonsense. Her body structure is different from that of humans, and she doesn't seem to have the concept of hot or cold. As long as her body doesn't freeze, she won't care about the temperature.

And so, the two huddled together on the sofa in the living room, watching the burning fireplace in front of them, preparing to spend the long night together.

Of course, Igris wasn't there to sleep; she was there to investigate. So, in the process, she also needed to be aware of any potential anomalies that might occur.

Iglesias listed some places she would specifically investigate from time to time, including behind doors, outside windows, in the corners of drawers, or some hard-to-see blind spots, all of which were the targets of her investigation tonight.

Of course, it would be somewhat difficult for her to conduct the investigation on her own, but fortunately she has her own assistant.

For example, there's Emily Rida, who's curled up on the sofa next to me and looks like she's about to fall asleep.

"Don't sleep, we still have a mission."

Amelida forced her eyes wide open, no longer looking at the flames burning in the fireplace, but at Igris.

It seems that this would have a better energizing effect on her.

But what she should be doing is observing the unusual things in the room, not staring at Igris.

Igris couldn't do anything about her; after all, she still needed to adapt to her new life, and focusing on one thing was indeed too difficult for her.

"What kind of person would Igris like?"

"Ok?"

Seeing Emily suddenly start talking to herself, Igris couldn't help but frown.

“They told me that human tastes are fickle. Sometimes they like pretty people, but other times, it doesn’t seem to matter so much… What about you, Igris? What kind of person do you like?”

Igris didn't know why this topic had suddenly come up, but she still spoke patiently.

"I've never thought about this question, but I like quite a few people. I guess it's because I feel comfortable around them, and it has little to do with their appearance."

"Would you marry them?"

"marry…?"

The scope of these two topics is indeed a bit beyond imagination, but Igris had already considered it long ago, and she had no intention of finding a partner in this lifetime.

"When I say 'like,' I mean simply 'like,' not this deeper level of relationship, understand?"

Amelida didn't answer, she just kept staring at Igris, lost in thought.

Slowly, she suddenly reached out her hand towards Igris's face, but Igris grabbed it.

What are you planning to do now?

"I just wanted to... touch you."

Just like when she first opened her eyes, the world she saw, and the only life in the world.

It was at that time that she truly touched the warmth of life.

“Igris…”

"Shh!"

Igris abruptly interrupted her, her gaze fixed on the living room window.

There's some noise.

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The faint sound was crystal clear to Igris's terrifying hearing, and without the slightest hesitation, she released Amelida's hand and slowly approached the window.

Outside the window was a street that had become completely dark, but the light from inside the room shone out through the window, and the streetlights made the road not completely dark.

Of course, this had no effect on Igris; her eyes allowed her to see everything in the dark, even more clearly than in the light.

But Igris didn't find anything suspicious, and the voice just now seemed to be Igris's imagination.

But Igris trusted her judgment, just as she trusted her intuition; something had indeed passed by in the vicinity.

"Don't move in the room, I'm going out for a bit."

Igris turned to Emily and gave her some instructions before leaving the room, looking towards the window from which the sound had just come from.

She could hear the faint sound of her own footsteps on the ground, but everything around her was unusually quiet at this moment, with no signs of anything unusual.

Igris examined the ground nearby but found nothing suspicious, which only deepened her suspicions.

She couldn't possibly be right. What Yin Xinni just said was true (she misheard). So, all she could say was that either when Igris came out, that thing was already gone, or it had never moved again and had been quietly staying in one place, avoiding making any noise.

If it's the former, then the most likely explanation is that it was just a sparrow that flew away before Igris came out.

If it is the latter, then it proves that this thing knows how to hide itself and possesses a certain degree of wisdom.

After further investigation yielded no results, Igris silently reached for the mirror in her pocket.

The next moment, a little mouse jumped out of Igris's pocket and darted into the nearby bushes, while Igris slowly walked into the room and sat down on the sofa.

"Did you find anything?"

No, I must have misheard.

Igris rested her chin on her hand, looking somewhat bored, and said softly.

"Maybe there's nothing unusual here, and Adam is just under too much mental stress, which might have caused him to sleepwalk or something similar."

"Oh."

Igris could tell at a glance that she didn't understand, but Igris was too lazy to explain.