She is not an investigator.

"Simia...?"

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

"Ah...yes, yes! Run! Millie, come down quickly!"

Felina finally realized what was happening and called out to Millie in mid-air again.

She finally found an opportunity, abandoned all control over the vines, and jumped down from the sky.

"I...wasn't helpful..."

"Never mind that, let's go! There are too many of them... We're simply not up to the task in our current state..."

The vines can block the fire for a while, but they will eventually rush over, and engaging them in a firefight in the empty streets at this time is a very unwise move.

Therefore, in conclusion, there is only one plan at present.

escape!

"You all go first, I'll cover the rear."

But Constantine stopped and stayed behind the group.

Shadows lingered around him, and the increasingly dark streets became the perfect stage for his battle.

They were no match for these... creatures who couldn't even be called human in the strictest sense, in terms of mobility or physical strength, so he had to stay behind to cover the rear; someone had to stay behind to cover the rear.

"No! This is too dangerous, you'll die!"

Felina disagreed, which was normal, because she wouldn't allow any of her companions to make sacrifices; she was just that kind of overly naive young lady.

But Constantine is not.

"Millie, take her away. I'll stay here."

"Millie?!"

"Feel sorry."

Felina's body was instantly entangled by layers of vines. Millie glanced apologetically at Felina, then quickly left with the others.

As soon as the crowd had gone a short distance, the vines in front of them were suddenly torn apart, and the gradually spreading shadows covered every corner of the street.

His body also merged into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

Judging from the current situation, he can't harm these people, but he's more than capable of slowing them down.

Where are those guys?

From the shadowy curtain wall, the man's figure slowly emerged.

He asked a question to the soldier beside him, but received no response.

This is to be expected, because they no longer have the ability to respond; they are now just a bunch of puppets, a bunch of puppets who only carry out orders.

"...Never mind, they won't live long here anyway. With communication blocked like this, that young lady probably can't do anything about it."

Communication shielding.

Therefore, what's blocking the signal is never something unusual, nor is it a disaster for the city; it's them.

No wonder, this city has been gone for so long, and no information has been able to get out.

They had planned this all along.

But... what about that red world?

They seem unaware of the existence of that world?

The man turned around and fixed his gaze on the vines.

He stroked his chin, a hint of interest in his smile.

"I thought the experiment had completely failed, but I didn't expect... there were still some remnants. I have to tell him... Hey, I'm going."

At the man's call, the people got back into the car and quickly drove away.

The curtain of darkness melted away, revealing Constantine's figure, who frowned slightly.

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and those people simply left, seemingly without any intention of paying them any attention.

Even if all the conspiracies are exposed, do you not even feel panic?

Ultimately, how are they able to carry out this kind of behavior in a city of this size?

Even though Frostville has very little contact with other cities, it's not like they never have any contact at all. Mayors and high-ranking officials from various cities should have some communication and interaction with each other.

The citizens were turned into embryos and test subjects, and almost none of them survived. The soldiers stationed on the border were turned into mindless zombies who only obeyed orders. If these plans were so seamless that no one could detect them, then they should not have been able to come here.

…No, strictly speaking, they really shouldn't have come here.

They were brought here by a train, an unplanned train.

Besides, no one can cross the ice field to reach this city where even transportation is blocked.

Who would have such a right?

Who can take responsibility for all of this?

The border soldiers' commander?

Or, higher up?

Why was he so confident about Felina's identity, and why did he shamelessly claim that everything was for the future of humanity?

The answer is quite obvious at this point, isn't it?

This is an experimental field.

It was chosen by those high-ranking officials as a testing ground for the so-called future of humanity.

All the residents here are guinea pigs, and even the soldiers stationed here are.

They are trying to develop biological weapons, to develop anomalies that belong to humanity.

for what?

What could possibly drive them to commit such a heinous act, and what compelled them to acquiesce, or even consent to, such an act?

A sense of crisis?

Where does this sense of crisis come from?

Those beasts, those monsters, that pollution?

No, never. They may be dangerous enough, terrifying enough, but they are never worth mentioning when it comes to the survival of humanity.

What else do they truly care about?

What else are they afraid of?

He... needs answers.

He must find the answer.

The Gods' Fools - Beyond the World: Chapter Forty-Seven, Perhaps Optimistic

Inside the church.

After going around in circles, we finally returned to the church.

Constantine told Philina everything he had discovered, but she neither answered nor showed any reaction.

Even when he mentioned that her father might know about it, she still didn't react.

It's clear that she had been prepared for this for a long time.

She was stronger and more determined than before.

Vicatina woke up, and the others explained everything to her. She also told everyone why she had fallen into a coma.

Although, most people didn't quite understand.

But the gist is that she was knocked unconscious by someone.

Although she might be talking nonsense, nobody cared.

Because Igris still hasn't returned.

"Has no one seen Igris again?"

Shake head.

She vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporated into thin air.

Simia finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up from the church steps.

"I'm going to find her."

"It's not safe outside right now. Are you sure you can come back safely by yourself?"

Constantine did not turn around, but simply explained all the risks and the difficulties she had to bear.

Simia fell silent. She looked at Constantine, at the one-armed priest, her expression showing a hint of displeasure.

"Then tell me, what should we do?"

“How would I know… all communications here are blocked, and the only way out is also blocked. This city is so big, let alone finding Igris, we don’t even know how we’ll escape.”

He didn't want to complain, but the situation was indeed terrible for them at that moment.

Especially with Igris still missing, he became increasingly worried about her condition.

After all, Igris came here for treatment; what if she encounters any danger during an attack…

"Felina...I'm sleepy."

"Ah, Millie...you should go to sleep first."

Millie nodded and walked deeper into the church, wrapping herself in vines.

Felina's eyes flickered; she could tell Millie was in a bad mood because she couldn't help and because everyone else was feeling down.

But Felina was in the same boat at that moment.

"And... Mr. Anfer, you are getting on in years. If you feel tired, you can go and rest first."

Anfer waved his hand, said nothing, and continued to sit in the corner, looking at something to himself.