She is not an investigator.

There was also a strangely dressed fellow. Although he wasn't carrying a weapon, unlike the others, he had covered his face and was wearing a thick robe.

The remaining three... are most likely a family of three? Igris wasn't sure, but judging from their demeanor, that seemed to be the case: a middle-aged man in his forties, a woman in her thirties, and a child around ten years old.

Igris couldn't see the child's face, but it must have been a boy, being held in his mother's arms, while his father stood guard beside him, his face extremely gloomy, holding a pistol heavily wrapped in strips of cloth.

It's really strange that a pistol is wrapped in cloth.

As for their group composition, Iglesias felt that they were more like victims than robbers.

At that moment, the man standing at the front spoke up, raising his gun and shouting angrily at Igris.

"Put what you're holding on the ground! Now! Or I'll shoot!"

These guys are definitely newbies.

The man with glasses could hardly hide his fear and panic, and the strange way he held the gun showed that he didn't know how to use the weapon at all and was still not a threat.

Igris became even more curious about this.

For example... where did this group of people come from, and why did they try to hijack such a train?

The Gods' Fools - The Northern Train: Book Recommendation

[Orange + Fantasy + Harem] Transmigrating to a fantasy world, Xiao Shaoling is a royal princess, but she is plagued by illness and doesn't have much time left.

At this time, she awakens to the Dream Marriage Game, and as long as she becomes the bride of the Dream Girl, she can receive gifts from the Dream Girl.

In her first dream, she dreamt of a charming girl with nine tails. After spending a wonderful and pleasurable night with her, she discovered that she had undergone a complete transformation, becoming the most outstanding person of her time.

In her second dream, she saw a sword-wielding girl who was as aloof as an immortal. After a night, she discovered that her swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled in the world.

In her third dream, she saw a young dragon girl with prominent horns and claws…

She later discovered that whether she received a reward after a dream depended on how hard she worked in the dream.

Until one day, she spent a wonderful night with the girl in her dreams. When she woke up, she felt the soft, warm fragrance of jade beside her, and she…

Rumors circulate that the eleventh princess is a master swordswoman and a supreme ruler, yet she is sickly and appears to be indulging in excessive sexual activity.

"I think this is probably the price of the strong."

This book is also known as "Little Sister, Don't Run Away, Love Me One More Time" and "Little Sister, I Think I've Seen You in My Dreams."

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter 53, What to Do? Only Kill

"Put those things down!"

"Calm down, why don't you tell me what you need first?"

Igris kept her hands raised, a gesture that made her appear less threatening, but also allowed her to instantly draw her weapon and kill the person in front of her.

Clearly, for these robbers who were obviously not professionals, such a posture was enough to make them lower their guard.

"Are you... are you the train conductor of this train?"

“Indeed, tell me what you need, and I will do whatever you ask, as long as you don’t hurt me.”

Iglesias's acting is fake, but they will believe it because it's the only way they can go.

"Take us away from here... away..."

Before the bespectacled man could finish speaking, the young man standing at the back suddenly rushed forward, shoved him aside, and pointed his shotgun at Igris's head.

"I need food and money. Drop all your weapons on the ground. Don't make me have to do this again!"

"...?"

"Wait...! Angelo! This isn't what we agreed on!"

"Shut up! You idiot! Now you do whatever I say!"

It seems there's been some internal disagreement among them.

"of course can."

Igris silently dropped the pistol in her hand to the ground, then looked at the boy in front of her and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The young man was probably in his early twenties. He held the gun skillfully and his movements were steady. Even as he angrily rebuked the man, his movements remained perfectly composed. Compared to the man, he was clearly more adept at handling conflict.

But he seemed too young.

"I can give you everything you need, so what else do you need?"

"Return journey."

The boy, known as Angelo, gritted his teeth, trying his best to look as fierce as possible.

"No matter where you come from, take all of us with you and go back to where you came from. Then we can consider other issues."

"..."

The meaning is unclear.

Igris didn't get any really useful information; they seemed to want to leave but didn't want to go any further.

Why are they here, and what is their purpose?

Igris didn't seem to have gotten anything interesting out of her, but oh well.

Compared to this method, Igris has another, more efficient way of obtaining information.

"What are you doing! Lift your head up! Don't move! I'm going to shoot!"

Igris stopped trying to obey his orders and silently bent down to pick up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, with the gun aimed at her.

boom--!

Gunshots suddenly rang out across the snowy plains, but Igris didn't even raise her head.

Her aim was terrible, so bad that Igris knew perfectly well that her opponent had no chance of hitting her.

The bullet landed at her feet, and amidst the flying snowflakes, Igris finally made her next move.

Angelo's finger was also on the trigger, but he dared not fire.

Because if he were to pull the trigger, Igris would naturally know that the shotgun in his hand was empty.

That's right... they have three guns, but only one of them has bullets.

It was the pistol in the middle-aged man's hand, wrapped in layers of cloth.

Clang—!

The clanging of metal filled the air, and Angelo's sight was no longer that of Igris.

He became flustered and fearful, and he began to look around for Igris's figure and footsteps.

As he turned his head, a splash of blood appeared before his eyes.

"...No, no..."

Under his gaze, the man who had been clutching the pistol in his hand had lost his head. The cut on his neck was perfectly clean, and blood flowed slowly down. The figure standing in the snow collapsed with a thud the next moment.

Snowflakes and blood splattered together, and Igris simply shook the blood off her sword, turning to look at the boy who seemed not to understand what had happened.

"Hey, it's time to wake up."

As she spoke, the blade in her hand stopped in front of the neck of the woman who was still standing in place, holding her child in her arms, seemingly stunned by fear.

Igris's reminder brought him back to his senses. An unimaginable surge of anger and fear rushed into his mind, and even the cold of the snow seemed to dissipate.

"Stop! Stop—! Stop right now—!"

He rushed towards Igris almost without hesitation, lunging at the figure, trying to save the fragile life from her grasp.

But Igris silently swung her sword, beheading the woman as well.

Blood gushed out again, the woman collapsed to the ground, and his steps finally stopped, becoming extremely heavy and weak.

"Do not…"

"..."

Igris raised her head, pointing her pistol at the boy in front of her.

After a moment of silence, she raised her wrist and turned to aim at the bespectacled man beside her.

boom--!

Gunshots rang out, bullets flew out, and with a clear shattering sound, the man's head was instantly smashed, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The boy's expression even began to go numb; he just opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

Igris didn't stop; instead, she continued to point the sharp blade at the still-alive child lying in her mother's arms.

"don't want…"

puff-

Igris flicked the blood off her sword again, turned to look at the person whose face was covered and who remained silent, and raised the sword in her hand.

"You know what I'm doing, right?"

"..."

He neither answered nor moved.

Igris pursed her lips and silently raised the gun in her hand.

boom--!

The bullet flew out again, hitting the man's hood, but the expected sound did not come.

Igris's bullet landed in empty space, and the man's cloak fell to the ground, revealing his original appearance.

"How did you find out?"

"I'm more curious about how he didn't notice it."

Igris curled her lip, turned her gaze to the boy who was still not recovered from his sadness and foolishness, and couldn't help but kick him.

"Wake up, you idiot, look at who those people are."

"What…"

The boy's eyes finally began to clear. He looked at the corpses around him and at his compatriots who had escaped with him from that prison-like city.

Their bodies began to change, and all the exquisite disguises were torn away the moment their lives ended.