She is not an investigator.

"listen to me…"

“I know I can understand what you’re saying. I can’t go with you, right? Because I’m different from you.”

"……Correct."

"It's ok."

Little Red Riding Hood shook her head, seemingly unconcerned, and her tone was quite indifferent.

“I can live well here, so you don’t need to worry too much about me. There’s nothing left here, and that guy probably won’t come back. As long as I hide well, I can continue to live a good life.”

"..."

Igris pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

In the end, she could only nod helplessly.

"That's all then...we'll be going now."

"Be careful on the road."

She waved to Igris and then headed back into the town.

Perhaps she has become accustomed to this life. Although she is still trying to regain her human identity, not everyone can accept her.

At least those who could accept her are all dead now.

“...Igris”.

"Ok?"

Isabella strode forward to Igris's side and said in a low voice with a frown.

“Are we really just going to leave her here? This town is dead, and there won’t be anyone out in the area for a while. Even without that danger, it would be hard for her to survive in a place like this.”

"She can take care of herself. She is a very strong person, even among those wild beasts, she is an absolutely powerful presence."

“You know that’s not what I’m trying to say… She needs family. She’s a person, not a beast.”

“But there’s nothing we can do, Isabella… I’m sorry, but there really is nothing we can do. She’s different from you. You have all the skills to survive in human society, but she doesn’t. Everything about humans is foreign to her. On the contrary, everything in the wilderness is what she’s truly familiar with.”

"...Whatever."

Isabella simply shut her mouth and quickened her pace.

Her mood worsened again; in fact, she hadn't been in a good mood since she came out.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Forty-Five, After That

Inside the Special Investigations Department, Alex briefly recounted the intelligence he had gathered and his own experiences, then looked at the man in front of him who was deep in thought.

"Well? I got what you wanted. That thing is probably some kind of pollution. Although its current carrier has disappeared, it should still be alive... at least that's what the séance said."

"Hmm—you've worked hard. You can probably continue to enjoy your vacation for the rest of the time."

"Don't change the subject, I need to know what your plans are."

The man adjusted his glasses and answered with a relaxed smile.

"It's very simple... We don't have the manpower to deal with what's happening outside the city right now. At least that thing can't infiltrate the city yet, and most of the villages and towns outside the city have been cleared out, right? So, our current priority in dealing with this matter isn't actually that high."

"Jingkong, that sounds nice, but they were all killed."

The man shrugged, neither confirming nor denying, and casually handed a document to Alex.

"Look at this, we've made a new discovery."

"...Ah, you've found someone to frame?"

"What do you mean by framing someone? This is the result of our investigation from multiple perspectives. Even if she is not the culprit, she is still involved in this matter."

Snapped--!

Alex slammed the file in his hand onto the table and squinted at the man in front of him.

“I must warn you that you have not found any evidence yet, and everything you are saying now is a very serious accusation.”

"Ah... I was just joking, don't get too worked up."

The man scratched his face, looked at Alex's serious expression, and coughed helplessly.

“You’re absolutely right. We don’t have any more leads yet, so we can’t do anything more right now… But, Alex, you need to know your place.”

"You don't need to tell me."

"Of course, of course... I already knew you knew each other, and your attitude didn't surprise me much. Besides, we didn't intend to be her enemy. She's always been helping me, hasn't she?"

Alex rolled his eyes and turned around without hesitation.

"I'm leaving. Don't come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary. Let me enjoy one of my few remaining vacation days."

"Of course, goodbye."

The man waved with a smile, and after watching Alex gradually disappear into the distance, he picked up the documents on the table again.

"Tsk tsk... Hmm—you have so many secrets. Luckily, I'm just an ordinary operator, or I'd be in for a real headache."

The paper in his hand slowly drifted down and landed on the table, where it was heavily pressed down by other documents.

Perhaps no one will care about the document itself anymore, just as few people would bother to look through archived documents.

Even if there are, they're just some people with ulterior motives.

…………

"Ugh--"

"This is the eleventh time you've sighed since you came back."

Momokawa slowly closed the notebook in his hand and looked curiously at Igris, who was lying on the sofa and almost turned into a puddle of liquid.

"If you have any worries, you can tell me about them."

"I abandoned a poor child in the wilderness... to fend for herself..."

"...?"

Igris was certainly concerned about this; it kept her awake at night and even gave her nightmares.

Momokawa tapped his chin with his pen, probably not quite understanding what Igris had said.

Why did you leave her behind?

"Because of... all sorts of messy reasons, I can't bring her back. She's not only lost her family and her home, she's even homeless now..."

"—That's really going too far."

"But I didn't want to either! I wanted to help her, it's not all my fault..."

Momokawa sighed and slowly walked over to Igris, who was trying to bury her head in the sofa and pretend to be an ostrich, and patted her on the shoulder.

"You said it yourself, it's not entirely your fault, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Maybe you can go see her later, and she'll be very happy."

"You really know how to comfort people."

Igris abandoned her idea of ​​pretending to be an ostrich, and instead sat back on the sofa, looking at Momokawa with a touched expression.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a really good person?" "Of course, like you."

Seeing that Igris had mostly recovered, Momokawa took out his notebook and placed it in Igris's hand.

"Also, someone came here when you left, looking for you. He must have been a dangerous guy, so I didn't tell him where you went."

“A dangerous guy… well—you should know Constantine, so we can basically rule out that possibility.”

Apart from that, Iglesias couldn't recall anyone else in Byanka who would have specifically come looking for her at that time, since Wilson was with her then, it couldn't have been him.

What does he look like?

"Hmm—dark skin, white suit, looks like he's full of tricks, I don't really want to talk to him."

"Oh—so you didn't talk to him, right?"

Igris knew who it was. This guy had recently become unwell; he didn't like to see Igris anymore, but instead started targeting the people around her.

He did it on purpose, because he couldn't possibly not know that Igris wasn't at the firm.

"He asked me where you were, but I guess that was just an excuse. He wanted to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk to him."

Momokawa shrugged and said with a strange expression.

"Besides—I don't really like that person. There's this feeling of disgust and strangeness, like I'm just not naturally inclined to like him... I've always been terrible at describing things, you know that."

Igris nodded, indicating that she understood, even though she didn't understand at all.

But she guessed that this situation was most likely related to the strange primitive belief that Momokawa had. After all, in some ways, she was like Constantine, the person who was closest to her own belief.

Such people usually have several notable characteristics, such as their gods being quite protective of their own and exclusive of all other gods.

So it's not surprising that this kind of thing happens.

"Although I don't know if he will come again... but, Momokawa, I still hope you can minimize your interactions with him. That guy is definitely not a good person."

I will—

Momokawa nodded, but suddenly raised his head and looked intently into Igris's eyes.

The action was abrupt and strange, as if the person had suddenly seen something new and interesting.

"Momokawa? What did you see?"

"Hmm—I think I'm seeing things. I felt like your eyes changed color just now."

"what……?"

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Forty-Six, The Fog Rises.

On the outskirts of the city, a masked man is checking the things he is carrying.

"Canned food...water, should I bring some cigarettes...? She doesn't seem like the type to smoke."

Wilson stroked his chin, pondering whether there was anything he was lacking.

He planned to leave the city. Although he had just entered, he bought some things and prepared to return to Deadeye.

Perhaps it was his tendency to meddle, or perhaps he saw a reflection of his past self in her; in any case, Wilson decided to deliver some supplies to her.

It's also a hope that she can live a safe life and not do anything foolish.