She is not an investigator.

Igris slowly walked towards the door, but hesitated when she was about to close it.

Then, she gently pushed open the door and looked into the room.

The next moment, her pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, she drew her pistol and pointed it at Adam on the bed.

Or rather, those things that were wrapped around Adam's body.

They resemble limbs and facial features that have been torn apart and randomly pieced together.

It has eyes, hands, and ankles.

Even after Igris barged in, they still didn't leave, and didn't even pay any attention to Igris.

They simply circled around the sleeping Adam, showing no aggression, but it was unclear what they were doing.

Igris had never seen anything like this before, and she didn't know what to do with it, but after she went into the room, there was a sudden noise coming from the living room.

The sound of things being moved.

Igris turned and walked toward the living room, only to find that the sofa had been moved away from the fireplace and was now used to block the door.

Although it's unclear whether this was intentional, it seems that Igris is currently unable to leave through the main entrance.

The problem is that she also didn't see what was moving the furniture.

"Whatever you are... come out."

Igris scanned the living room but still found nothing unusual.

Putting aside the strange limbs, Igris always felt that the problems here were deeper than she had imagined.

If those things weren't harming Adam, then what was the point of their existence?

It can't be that we're protecting him, can it?

Before Igris could even process her wandering thoughts, the furniture in front of her began to move again.

It just started moving out of thin air; Igris couldn't even see any trace of its existence.

The table was pushed to the side of the fireplace, stopping almost touching the flames.

Igris stepped forward, intending to move the table, but the moment she touched it, she frowned deeply.

She heard strange noises.

A sound of rain that seemed to originate from within one's mind.

The next moment, everything around them began to change rapidly. The old furniture became brand new in an instant, and the dim room became exceptionally bright.

Before Igris could react to this change, a cry of surprise rang out.

Igris released the table in front of her, and on the other side, a woman who had been pushing a table also released her table and turned to look at Igris.

"Who are you?!"

She looked surprised, as did Igris. She still didn't understand what was happening to her, but both the furnishings of the house and the woman in front of her felt incredibly familiar to Igris.

Yet it felt unfamiliar.

Igris did not answer the woman's question immediately, but instead looked out the window at the street.

This is indeed Molkens, but the streets outside look much newer, and the sun hasn't set yet.

"Is this...the past?"

Iris heard the sound of the torrential rain, but she didn't get wet or even see the rain falling. Yet, she seemed to be affected and appeared at times she shouldn't have.

No… there are other possibilities, but Igris currently has no way of knowing for sure, nor does she know the specifics of the situation.

The woman in front of her also felt strangely familiar to Igris.

Do you know Adam?

If Igris remembers correctly, she should be Adam's wife, and she is still safe and sound at this moment, which means that she is still safe in the meantime.

"Adam?"

The woman frowned, as if recalling something, a change that puzzled Igris.

They had known each other since childhood, and she shouldn't have made that expression when Adam's name was mentioned.

"I think I've heard of it before."

This is the worst-case scenario.

If Igris had truly traveled back in time, then the woman before her would surely remember Adam, but she doesn't.

Does this mean that this space is also an anomaly?

Are you moving a table?

Igris pointed to the table in front of her and asked the woman, who nodded and explained.

"These pieces of furniture are a bit too messy; I'm going to tidy them up a bit."

"But you plan to put the table next to the fireplace."

"Is this... not okay?"

The woman's face showed some confusion and bewilderment, as if she had always done this and did not find this behavior particularly unusual.

Block the door with a sofa, place the coat rack in the center of the room, and put the table next to the fireplace.

Her thoughts and common sense differed greatly from those of normal people, and her actions seemed to be similarly reflected in Adam's time and space.

But Adam seems to only experience this when he sleeps in this house. Is it the work of those strange limbs?

Igris had so many questions, but she wanted to go outside for a bit and see what was happening outside the house.

This place is completely different from the one she lives in, Molkens. Perhaps going out to investigate could yield more clues about the current situation, but again, Igris couldn't be sure if such an action would pose any danger.

At least, the woman in front of him posed no danger.

The Gods' Folly - The Rainstorm: Chapter Fourteen, Igniting the Rain

"Would it be convenient for us to talk for a bit?"

Going directly outside wasn't a good idea, so Igris decided to ask the woman in front of her about the surrounding area.

But she shook her head, looking somewhat reluctant.

"Sorry, I still need to organize these furniture."

"Why? I mean, you can completely avoid doing these things; they'll just sit there and do nothing."

The woman looked at Igris in silence, and touched her chin with some distress.

"But it seems like I have to do it."

"like?"

“What I mean is… I don’t quite remember, but I should keep moving things like this, taking all the furniture away, moving it to another place, and then moving it back the next day, repeating this process over and over.”

This kind of thing doesn't even qualify as work; the only purpose of her doing it is to make Adam increasingly worried about his living room.

"Are you just going to keep moving like this? Won't you get tired? Won't you get bored?"

The woman shook her head again. Those things didn't seem to matter to her. Instead of thinking about how to make her life more fulfilling and happy, she just kept moving things, aimlessly moving things.

"until…"

"until?"

The woman suddenly raised her head and looked at Igris, as if she had remembered something, and seemed inexplicably excited.

“Until…someone came here.”

Igris frowned. Could the person who came here be Igris?

No, then the answer is already quite obvious.

She was using this method to try to contact Adam, who was in another world, and to try to see him again.

But she didn't know who the other person was, and Adam couldn't tell from the changing furniture that his beloved wife had been trying to find him.

But why? How did Igris manage to get here? That's a very big question.

Just by moving furniture, you can travel to such an unusual space? Igris didn't believe it, and neither would those guys who spend all their time tinkering with rituals.

And what exactly were those things surrounding Adam? They seem to have nothing to do with this.

"Are you the person I'm looking for?"

She stopped what she was doing and looked at Igris with curiosity.

But her eyes then turned somewhat sad and disappointed.

She didn't work so hard just to get Igris here, so all her efforts over the years must have been in vain.

But Igris knows who she's looking for. The problem is, how is Igris going to get back? And how is Adam going to meet her?

Touching the moving furniture? It seems that Adam never actually saw the furniture move, and these changes only began after he fell asleep.

But he was asleep, so how could he have come into contact with the furniture?

“I have lived here for a long, long time… Sometimes I sleep for a long time and have strange dreams… In my dreams, I can see a man who lives here. I seem to remember him, but I have forgotten him now. And when I wake up, all I can do is continue moving furniture.”

She was talking to herself, as if explaining something to Igris, or perhaps talking to herself.

"What is the purpose of this? But it seems that this is the only way I can do it. Someone told me that when someone comes, I can stop... and then, true freedom... But who is it? Who told me this, and who is the person I should be waiting for?"

She looked at Igris and murmured in a questioning tone.

"Is it you? No... but since you've come, should I stop...?"

"Miss."

Igris took a deep breath and said with a serious expression.

"You know nothing about your past, do you?"

She nodded, just as Igris had expected.

"Well, I don't know if you'd be willing to hear this story."

Under the woman's curious gaze, Igris slowly recounted her story with Adam.

It was a complicated process, and her expression changed from initial doubt to deeper confusion, bewilderment, and unease.