She is not an investigator.

Igris and the Mirror Demon faced off, locked in a stalemate.

Amelida, meanwhile, sat in her chair watching Igris argue with another Igris, experiencing a completely new feeling she had never felt before.

"This isn't a request; I need your help taking care of her."

Igris's expression was serious and earnest.

The Mirror Demon curled its lip, glanced at Emily, who was staring at it, and complained softly.

But I want to be with you.

You have no other choice.

"You're exploiting me!"

Igris blinked and nodded.

"You're right, so what?"

The Mirror Demon only now realizes that even if Igris really exploits it, it has no one to stand up for it and uphold justice.

"Thirty years east of the river... thirty years west of the river!"

Finally, the mirror still remained silent, and when she came closer, it thoughtfully transformed into the appearance of Emily, instead of continuing to maintain Igris's body.

In its own words, it did not want the other party to experience the beauty of being Igris that only it should have been able to experience during this difficult task.

Igris didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from showing a somewhat disgusted expression.

And so, with no more worries, Igris was finally able to take her little gift and go find fault with Alex.

She meant no harm, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't want to bully everyone a little.

……

"The test results are in, the medication is normal, there's no problem."

After seeing Igris's condition, Alex handed her a list of test results for the medications.

"Then it seems there's nothing wrong with the medication."

Igris nodded thoughtfully and slowly placed a black card in front of Alex.

Guess what this is?

"You didn't prepare a gift for me, did you...?"

Of course not, Igris had no idea how she could be so confident as to say such a thing.

"This is a threatening letter. Someone is targeting me and is threatening to steal my most important thing."

Alex paused, picked up the card, and asked a question as he looked at it.

What is the most important thing to you?

"The most important thing? Hmm..."

Igris (indeed, she hadn't thought about it twice) had considered this question: she was different now than before. Before, she was destitute, and her most valuable possession was probably her weapon, but now…

"wallet."

She said it with a solemn expression.

Alex silently looked away, ignoring the inexplicably embarrassing guy, and focused his attention on the card in his hand, muttering to himself.

"To be honest, I've only ever heard of this kind of method in some exaggerated novels before, but coincidentally... we just recently sorted out some case files, which included some typical cases from other cities."

Alex put down the card and chuckled at Igris.

"This guy is a repeat offender."

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"This person is involved in cases in three cities, and if you include this one, it's the fourth. He's a show-off who's been in the newspapers many times and has stolen a lot of things... The total value of these things is at least tens of thousands."

"How many?!"

Seeing the strange look in Alex's eyes, Igris coughed lightly and explained.

"I just want to ask what the unit of this number is."

"Gold notes".

"..."

Igris's hand trembled suddenly. She suddenly felt that the detective assistant seemed to be a phantom thief. Why not become a phantom thief? She was also curious about what was worth stealing from someone whose entire fortune didn't even add up to six gold coins.

Alex noticed Igris's confusion and continued.

"But this guy has a peculiar characteristic: most of the things he steals are found and returned to their rightful owners soon afterward. Apart from a few cases, he rarely actually profits from them."

"Then what's the point of him stealing?"

"Just for fun."

Alex continued, somewhat amused.

"(Of course, he is not) a complete idiot, for example... I only recently learned the specific reason why Barmorekens got a new mayor."

Igris raised an eyebrow, noticing a newspaper placed beside her.

"Evidence of the former mayor's corruption and bribery, along with the stolen ledgers, appeared at the newspaper office's doorstep... However, that newspaper wasn't bold enough to publish it directly, so it dragged on until now, when almost everyone knew about the former mayor's crimes, before they dared to publish the specific bills... and incidentally, they changed his sentence to life imprisonment."

Alex handed the newspaper directly to Iglesias, indicating that she should read it herself.

Igris took the newspaper, which indeed contained a detailed record of the bill, down to the last penny.

"But why did he target me?"

"Who knows?"

Alex didn't understand either, but according to the patterns recorded in the case files, he would only choose to steal things if their owners were extremely wicked or if the items were so secure that they were outrageously safe.

In other words, he was either acting on behalf of Heaven or showing off his skills.

But clearly, none of this has anything to do with Igris.

"However, if it were you... you might be able to make that guy suffer a little and keep a low profile."

Alex was happy to see this happen, and she believed Igris could do it.

"Come on... I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well once I find out someone is eyeing my wallet."

Igris sighed, also quite curious about how that guy was going to steal her things.

Stealing Igris's wallet from a distance is impossible, but if you get close, Igris can't possibly go unnoticed.

"Anyway, I'm really looking forward to you helping us bring that guy to justice. After all, no one knows his real identity yet. People call him Phantom, the Phantom Thief."

Igris chuckled but said nothing, after all, Phantom wasn't really going to go after him to fight for ownership of the title.

It's not impossible, after all, the current Phantom of the Opera is based on Igris.

"Speaking of which, how is Constantine doing lately? I've been quite busy... I haven't been able to visit him in the hospital."

"He should be discharged from the hospital in the next couple of days, and he still intends to resign."

Igris nodded, expressing her regret over the outcome.

There is no doubt that Constantine is capable, but it is also clear that he is not someone who likes to do this kind of obedient work. As for whether he will become a priest, Igris has no idea.

"Alright, that's enough chit-chat. I have things to do, so I'll be going now."

Igris retrieved the black card and stuffed it into her pocket, which was already stuffed with all sorts of strange things.

Inside were not only bullets, but also a sword hilt, a shard of mirror, a scalpel, and a lighter.

If her pockets weren't too small, Igris would have also put the mask inside.

"Wait a minute."

Alex suddenly stopped Igris and said hesitantly.

"To be honest... I know you probably don't need my concern, and what I said doesn't really mean anything, but... please be careful and don't push yourself, okay?"

She genuinely cared about Igris, and Igris could sense and see it.

No one would object to this level of concern; at least Igris would be happy to be remembered.

"If I encounter any difficulties, I will come back to you. You won't abandon me then, will you?"

"of course not."

Alex smiled easily; this was exactly the answer she wanted from Igris.

"That's all, I'll be going now."

Igris waved her hand and slowly left the Special Investigations Department.

Alex stared at Igris's retreating figure, seemingly lost in thought, but the smile on his lips never faded.

She was happy that Igris was actually willing to choose to rely on her and seek her help.

That's enough.

"Big sister, your smile is a bit disgusting."

"?"

Alex's smile vanished, and he gave Didi a cold look.

"What, didn't I give you enough last time? Want another one?"

"I was wrong, big sister! I was wrong!"

As Dizai's pleading voice rang out, the Special Investigations Department was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

……

Igris returned to Adam's house once again.

The puppet from before isn't here anymore, because it was taken away and sold by Iris G. Lillius. She was just thinking, if what happened last night was due to that phantom thief, then what was the reason for Adam's predicament?

There was nothing wrong with the medication he was taking, but his mental state, which had been gradually improving, suddenly became worse recently. If the medication itself was not the problem, then the most likely explanation is that he had indeed suffered some kind of trauma.

The changing layout of the living room is also shrouded in mystery.

Adam said that there are no rules governing the layout itself; it's just that some things will appear in places they shouldn't be for no reason.