She is not an investigator.

Igris looked at Wilson, who hadn't turned around, with curiosity, but not too much of a look.

After all, she knew that the other party's identity was relatively sensitive.

"So, you're planning to help too, right?"

"If I hadn't chosen to leave here and tell others about this, then that would be true."

Igris slowly walked to Wilson's side, looked at his face which seemed to no longer intend to hide anything, and thoughtfully twirled the tip of her hair.

“I’ve seen your face. It’s on the police’s wanted poster. The charges are assaulting a police officer and murder, but the reward isn’t very high. It’s much lower than the reward for a thief I know.”

"...What are you going to say?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know that I know who you are and what you mean, but I won't use you to collect the bounty, because I'm very interested in what happened to you."

This was probably the first near-abnormal event Igris had discovered in the city. Igris wouldn't believe that such a coincidence in time and place had nothing to do with the Book of Secrets.

So she decided to get involved, partly to do Constantine a favor and help him out.

"You don't look like someone who can be of help."

"So you can choose to ask this priest."

Igris and Wilson both looked at Constantine, who could only nod helplessly.

"At least in this respect, she should be more professional than me... You're just lucky to have her help."

"So that's how it is."

Wilson finally began to take a closer look at Igris, paying particular attention to her attire and various small items.

For example, the sword hilt she took out when she entered the room, or the uniquely shaped weapon she wore at her waist.

Perhaps her value lies more in things beyond her beauty than in being just a pretty face.

Reserved, yet dangerous.

"I haven't heard of your deeds."

"Perhaps it's because your information is outdated, or perhaps it's because I'm a rising star?"

Igris was in a fairly good mood; at least for the moment, she was still in the mood to make a not-so-funny joke.

"Thank you if you'd like to help... but I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you in return."

“I don’t need money, just as my purpose in helping you is more complicated than you think. I just want to know more about the special abnormalities in your case.”

"—"

Wilson didn't understand what Igris was referring to, perhaps the thing that made him act in his dream, but he didn't think it was anything good or valuable.

But this is not something he needs to worry about or care about more.

“Constantine? Is it possible for us to do it sooner? You know, I can’t wait here until after dark to take action. I have to get back to the office. If it’s too late, people will definitely worry.”

"Of course...of course, but there will definitely be some risks involved."

Constantine hesitated. He could trust Igris's abilities and believed that she wouldn't have any insurmountable problems, but considering all aspects, he still had to take some responsibility.

Whether Wilson suffers some accident as a result, or the people on the street are unfortunately attacked, it will not be a good outcome.

"Ok."

Igris also abandoned the idea; a pointless adventure was not a good idea, especially when they could avoid such danger as much as possible.

"Then I have to go back early, otherwise someone will definitely come looking for me because I haven't been back for too long... I'll come back to help after sunset."

"Of course, no problem."

Igris returned to the doorway, waved to the two of them, and left the dimly lit room.

She always has many concerns, which makes it difficult for her to truly let go and do things in many situations.

Is this a downside? Maybe, but at least she's not so lonely now; she'll always remember that someone is thinking of her.

"She doesn't seem like the type who's good at fighting."

"You mean Igris? You've probably misjudged her."

Constantine sat back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and lazily reclined on it.

"At least for now, I haven't seen anyone who can fight better than her, although she's probably not very physically fit or strong."

"You pointed out her weaknesses, and I can't think of anything that could make someone strong enough when they have both of these weaknesses."

Wilson shook his head. It wasn't that he really looked down on Igris. Or rather, a long time ago, he really did look down on most people. But now he was past that age and past that stage.

He simply raised his own question.

"Her marksmanship is excellent, and her movements are quick. In a fight between people, these two qualities are enough to make her adept in combat. Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be considered particularly extraordinary."

When the topic came up, Constantine straightened up and said something that was hard to describe.

"But she's probably a natural monster hunter. She's like a nemesis to those huge, twisted creatures and those bizarre, wielding weapons. You should really see her in battle..."

"You admire her a lot."

"Maybe."

Constantine did not deny Wilson's statement, but that was not important; at least he felt that what he said was true.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Twenty-Two, The Trend Towards Madness

"Do I really have to learn this...?"

"Of course, as a sheriff, you must learn to fight with the weapons in your hand, not your claws."

At this moment, in the courtyard of the sheriff's hut in Deadeye Town, two figures were standing.

As planned, Wade successfully turned Little Red Riding Hood into the town's sheriff. But as sheriff, she also had to master the sheriff's fighting style, which was to hold her gun tightly.

“I can do better than this…”

Little Red Riding Hood awkwardly gripped the gun in her hand, looking at the bullet holes in front of her that were almost all missing the target, and lowered her head in rare dejection.

She is very strong, and she is strong in many situations. At a distance, she can even dodge bullets fired at her, and her claws are so stiff that they can even cut through steel, not to mention her deadly tail hook.

She is practically a walking weapon, every part of her body a deadly weapon, but now, she is trapped in a problem called aiming.

“As a sheriff, you must learn to lead by example and resolve conflicts against you in a more elegant and effective way, instead of tearing people in half. That’s not what a sheriff should do; it’s what a beast that looks like a human does… Do you understand what I mean?”

"...I will continue to work hard."

Perhaps her proficiency in firearms is also an important part of her integration into human society.

"Of course, good luck, Little Red Riding Hood Sheriff. I hope you can quickly get the hang of your job. Now, I have to go. I guess you can take care of yourself, right?"

Wade stroked his mustache, deciding not to continue watching Little Red Riding Hood practice. After all, he was a sheriff and needed to patrol his town to some extent.

"Also, there's plenty of ammunition in the room. At least here, the last thing we have in abundance is bullets."

Wade waved his hand and left the courtyard where gunshots were constantly ringing out, returning to the streets of Dead Eye.

He took a deep breath, savoring the earthy smell in the air, and was choked by the flying sand, coughing heavily.

It was already afternoon. Although the sun hadn't set yet, it wouldn't be long. Following his usual patrol route, Wade would first go to the bar to see if there were any drunk cowboys lying unconscious on the ground, or any corpses left on the street that hadn't been cleaned up by the sanitation workers.

Of course, there's also taking walks with the sheep, which is perhaps the most important job, at least in Wade's mind.

The wool is far more important than the life or death of those cowboys.

"Come on, wool, come with me. How long has it been since we went for a ride together? You have to understand me. As the only sheriff in this town, I'm quite busy with my job and can't always be with you."

"Wang!"

Wool is a smart and good dog. It doesn't care why Wade didn't take it for a walk and play yesterday. It only knows that Wade is going to take it out to play, so it is happy.

"Good dog... Sigh, I really should consider getting you a doghouse, like your own home. Although it doesn't feel that different... maybe it's a strange sense of ritual?"

"Wang!"

Wade patted the woolly head, and the woolly tail wagged excitedly.

"Who is the cutest dog?!"

"Woof! Woof...woof!"

The wool's calls were cheerful, but only at first. After that obvious jubilation, they turned into a strange low growl, representing confusion and a sense of impending danger.

"Oh... good dog, what did you find? I found it too."

Wade stood up, pulled out his gun, and looked towards the outskirts of town.

Thanks to the town's small size and the flat terrain around it, he spotted the presence that was enough to confuse and alarm him almost instantly.

That was probably a werewolf, maybe? Wade had never seen a werewolf, but he had heard that these creatures could disguise themselves as wolves or humans, but under the moon, they had difficulty controlling their desires, so they would most likely turn into wolves.

But it was still early, and the sun was still shining overhead. On the road outside the town, the werewolf, still covered in fur, seemed to have no intention of hiding. He just kept moving forward, his steps faltering.

Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.

Wade rubbed the dog's head, signaling it to stay where it was, and then quickly headed towards the vicinity of the town's entrance.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one who had spotted the werewolf. Besides the townspeople, a group of cowboys, mostly drunk, were surrounding the werewolf, stopping him in his tracks.

"Werewolf? Never seen one before. Want to try shooting?"

A drunken cowboy raised his gun and pointed it at the werewolf in front of him, who looked worried and seemed unwilling to react.

He was indeed about to pull the trigger, but perhaps because the drink was of poor quality, or perhaps because he had a low alcohol tolerance, he pulled the trigger, but the bullet missed the werewolf and instead hit another cowboy in the knee.

The cries of agony and curses seemed to appear almost instantly, contrasted by the continuous blasts of gunfire.

When Wade arrived at the scene, he was prepared to fire a shot to stop everyone, but before he could, he was surprised to find that almost everyone was already dead.

In a very short time, almost instantly, everyone was riddled with bullet holes. Because of the infighting, more than thirty cowboys died in the street, and it was unknown how long it would take for their bodies to decompose.

However, with the cleaners handling it, there shouldn't be too much of a problem. On the contrary, the werewolf had already arrived in front of Wade at the entrance of the town and stopped.

"Buddy, a werewolf shouldn't be like this. The sun hasn't even set yet. Besides causing you trouble, you probably don't have any real use for anything, right?"

Yin Lingyiqi's words were: "—I, I don't know, something brought me here, something drove me here. I'm not a bad person, I didn't mean any harm, I just, just…"

His face, covered in black hair, was filled with deep fear, unease, confusion, and restlessness.

It had its mouth open, and Wade could even see its fangs and bits of flesh mixed in with them.

"I was just... hungry, so I ate a few people... I'm not a bad person, I'm a good person, I'm... I'm so hungry, so hungry, please give me something to eat, please... arms, thighs, internal organs, give me food, give me food!"