She is not an investigator.

As long as they don't end up on the plate, it's fine.

The temporary stop lasted about half an hour, and during this time, all the passengers in the carriage got off and went outside for some fresh air.

Cecilia also left the cockpit and went to Igris and Felina, who were alone together.

"It's a complete mess."

Faced with Cecilia's complaints, Felina unconsciously shrank behind Igris, then seemed to remember something and stood in front of her again.

Igris didn't know what the child was doing, so she patted her head and then spoke to Cecilia.

"What are you referring to, the group of people in the car, or your plan?"

"All of them."

Cecilia reached into her pocket, put a cigarette in her mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"The situation is more complicated than I thought. Almost all of them think they are sheep, even though these guys are more dangerous than the last."

So what are their origins?

"I don't understand."

Cecilia looked very melancholy, and the cigarette in her mouth couldn't completely dispel her worries.

"The only thing we can be sure of is that the place absolutely does not exist. Everyone expresses its location differently, yet everyone can describe everything there precisely, without the slightest error."

If they really colluded, then why did they specifically favor each other in terms of geographical location?

“They really think of themselves as ordinary people, and even when faced with a life-threatening situation, their first thought is to beg for mercy... I have never encountered such a situation before.”

If Cecilia took Igris's weapon to lure those among them who might harbor ill intentions, then Anfer's accusation was an attempt to attract those among them who might have a rebellious streak.

But the result is obvious.

not even one.

"They're like... tsk, a group of ordinary, unassuming, law-abiding passersby who should be the most prominent figures in a story... you know what I mean."

Just like in some film and television works, the character development of characters other than the main characters is relatively flat and pale, and this is even more true for those extras who only appear on screen.

This group of people are like the most ordinary people in other people's stories. Not only are their backgrounds and personalities flat, but they also lack any obvious special characteristics.

Of course, if we have to say something, there are indeed some, such as the setting where unexpected events suddenly occur every once in a while.

This group of people was like an event that was inserted out of thin air by someone who was worried that the train journey would be too boring; it was simply indescribable.

If anyone had so much free time, there was only one person that Igris could think of right away.

Nyarlathotep.

“Irwin has examined their bodies. Their bones and muscles are very standard, almost without any flaws... This is not something an ordinary person could have.”

Cecilia's meaning is quite simple: this group of people might not be people in the true sense of the word.

They can indeed be considered human beings. In terms of physical characteristics, common sense, and way of thinking, they are almost no different from normal people.

But they are more like special life forms created under the concept of humanity.

"so?"

"It's simple. Either something incredibly dangerous is eyeing this train and planning to kill me, or..."

She didn't continue speaking, but silently stuck the cigarette in the snow, exhaled, and shoved Igris's pistol back into her arms.

"It will take some time to clean the carriages. If you feel cold, you can sit in the driver's cab for a while."

"Thank you."

Cecilia waved her hand and returned to the train, while Felina, who hadn't understood what the two were talking about, looked at Igris with some curiosity.

"what happened?"

"No...it's nothing, I just didn't quite understand what you were saying."

"Don't worry about it, because I didn't understand it very well either."

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter Twenty-Four, Together Forever

If there's one solution Igris can think of right now, it's nothing more than tying all these seemingly normal yet abnormal people to the tracks and crushing them to death.

Although Igris is not a particularly cruel person, she never hesitates when it comes to making choices.

However, Cecilia didn't seem to have any intention of doing so, so Igris wasn't in such a hurry.

After all, her weapon had returned to her hands.

“Igris, Igris.”

Philina called out Igris's name again and again, but because of her height, it looked a bit like she was being coquettish.

Before Igris could even ask her what she was planning to do, she grabbed Igris's sleeve and made up her mind with a solemn expression.

"I've made up my mind, I'm still going to follow you."

"...No, you need to decide whether you want to continue to the final stop, not whether you want to follow me."

Iglesias felt she might have misjudged the situation, and she remembered that she had already rejected the guy in front of her.

"That's about it... Anyway, I've made up my mind."

Felina chuckled foolishly, seemingly trying to get away with this, but unfortunately, this trick wouldn't have much effect on Igris.

Igris still doesn't know why this guy is so obsessed with following her. Is it just because he's taken a liking to her? That's too hasty.

Felina then added to the discussion.

"Besides, aren't you planning to ride all the way to the last stop? This should be your first time going there, but it's not my first time, uh... not my first time going there. Anyway, I'm happy to help you with anything you encounter!"

Just like the identity she presents, perhaps her background and power are even greater than most people imagine.

The train conductor had warned her that they clearly knew something.

However, Felina seemed to be taking this train for the first time, which made things rather complicated.

Seeing Philina's earnest and expectant gaze, Igris couldn't help but pat her head and say something.

"I won't try to persuade you to continue or give up. You can just do what you want to do. Of course, I'd be even happier if none of this concerns me."

"No way."

Even though Igris had said those words to try to distance herself from her, Philina seemed to have a strange rebellious streak and took the initiative to grab Igris's hand that was on her head.

"Anyway, you don't really hate me that much, right?"

"you're right."

She's right.

Igris didn't dislike the lively little girl. In fact, when she was around making a ruckus, she rarely experienced the anxiety that comes with being alone with her and starting to overthink or feel lonely.

And most importantly, it's quite relaxing to be around her.

At least she didn't have to worry that Igris might suddenly pull out a knife and hold it to her neck at any moment.

…Okay, Igris was indeed traumatized by Isabella.

Fortunately, she escaped that oppressive environment in time; otherwise, Igris might have developed gynophobia.

Even though she herself is a woman.

"By the way, Igris, can I ask you a question?"

Philina suddenly looked up with some curiosity at Igris's face, which was almost expressionless.

Igris nodded slightly, without saying anything more, probably still wondering if she might see Isabella again in the future.

"What are you planning to do in Frostville this time? It's cold there, and I don't think there's anything worth seeing."

Frostville is the outermost controllable area of ​​the North Pole and the last human settlement. Even though the city is not large, it is still a very important area.

Naturally, the area will be rife with relatively chaotic violent repressions and terrorist incidents, and the presence of the military will not make things much better.

Although Philina's reason for boarding the train was more thought-provoking than why Igris wanted to go to such a place, Igris met her curious gaze and answered softly.

"Go get treatment."

"...Are you sick?"

Felina couldn't tell, or rather most people couldn't tell, and even Igris herself couldn't feel that she was sick.

However, this is only because those symptoms are temporarily hidden; it does not mean that they have really disappeared.

Igris didn't want to go into detail about her problems, but she didn't know how to change the subject.

Seeing Igris fall silent, Philina seemed to sense something, and silently lowered her head, no longer speaking.

She looked guilty, probably because she mistakenly thought that Igris was overly saddened by the incident, or that her condition had become very serious.

For example, cancer.

She began to regret asking that question.

"I'm a little cold."

Seeing Philina's guilty expression, almost burying her head in the snow, Igris suddenly felt like laughing and tightened her clothes as she spoke.

Philina responded with an "oh," and under Igris's gaze, began to remove her black cloak.

Just as she unbuttoned the first button, Igris grabbed her wrist.

"…What are you doing?"

"Take off your clothes...? You should be a little warmer wearing this, right?"

She pointed to the black cloak she was wearing, her gaze both innocent and naive.

Igris wondered if she was deliberately acting foolish to ease the heavy atmosphere, but looking at her, Igris felt that she was probably just born that way.

These dim-witted children all look the same.

“We can go back to the car, remember? Cecilia said we could sit in the driver’s seat.”

"Er Yi I +II. Wu Qi Jiu Liu Chan Er Sai Xiwei... is she the train conductor? You know her name? Did you know each other before?"

Igris suddenly fell silent and subconsciously took a half step back.

This wasn't because she was afraid of anything; it was just an unconscious reaction to some unpleasant memories that suddenly came to mind.