She is not an investigator.

But she remembered now.

Because that thing... seemed to be right in front of her.

"...!"

thump.

Wilson's body suddenly emerged from the shadows. He was badly injured, his right arm was even torn apart, but he was still alive.

He looked at Little Red Riding Hood, said nothing, and then looked straight ahead.

Little Red Riding Hood had many questions and wanted to ask, but her gaze was drawn to the figure in front of her.

When did she arrive here, and how did she get here?

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure; she should know this person.

But something seems... off.

Is that what she's looking for? It's... blank.

“Igris—”

Yes, she remembered, that person's name.

Igris… no, but she doesn’t seem to be Igris.

How could this be? Are there really two people who look so alike?

Even though Igris is... blonde, like the sun.

But she… her hair was silver, like—the moon?

It wasn't warm enough; the cold was shocking.

Are there two people in the world who are so similar?

"……idiot."

She spoke, just like Igris's voice; perhaps they really were the same person, only she had a different hair color.

She cursed once, but didn't say anything more. Instead, she started walking towards the beast.

"Be careful……"

Little Red Riding Hood instinctively called out a warning, but unexpectedly, the being that seemed capable of destroying everything was now retreating slightly.

Is it...afraid of her?

Why is it that, even though she is so thin and small, she could be easily crushed into a pulp with just a step?

Why does it feel fear? Why doesn't it try to fight?

"……Give me."

"Roar--!"

Her voice was cold and flat; she was talking to that guy, to that beast-like monster.

Her response was a roar, a roar of resentment and fear.

"Just as stupid as them..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand.

The red mist suddenly condensed in the air again and was continuously drawn out of its body.

It finally couldn't hold back any longer. Its body rapidly dissipated and shrank, constantly trying to reclaim the mist that had already flown out.

It transformed back into human form, a red creature that resembled a personified demon.

But compared to his previous arrogance, he now appeared somewhat disheveled.

It knelt on one knee, panting heavily, but didn't forget to utter sarcastic remarks.

"Fool? Who's the fool? You almost succeeded. Luckily, I had a backup plan and didn't destroy all the physical entities... Now, try it and see if you can still take those powers away?"

"..."

She frowned, and her expression did indeed become somewhat troubled.

So she turned her gaze to the two people behind her.

"You two, go and kill him."

"...?"

"The two of us...?"

Little Red Riding Hood even thought she had misheard. Obviously, if they could do that, then the people lying here now wouldn't be them, but the guy on the other side.

"Tsk..."

"Hahaha... Hahahaha! You think you can rely on them to destroy this body of mine? These fragile humans? Don't even think about it... I will never go back with you. Of course, you can try to defeat me yourself, and I will give you that chance."

It straightened up from the ground and looked at the silver-haired Igris in front of it with a mocking expression.

"Would you like to give it a try, Administrator?"

"—"

She is not Igris, but due to some special reasons, she can only rely on Igris to carry out her actions at present.

The task was to put all of these creatures in front of them into boxes and bring them back to the library.

Unfortunately, she was powerless to do anything about it while they remained in their non-original form.

After all, she wasn't exactly suited for fighting.

"Is it enough to just destroy its body?"

"...?"

Wilson suddenly stood up, dragging his injured body, and came to her.

"The rest is up to you, right?"

"of course."

He nodded and took a deep breath.

Under the administrator's somewhat curious gaze, the wandering red mist suddenly seemed to sense something and quickly surged into his body.

His consciousness became blurred, his reason faded away, and even his mask was coated with a layer of blood red.

But in the next instant, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Fifty-Two, The Conclusion

"whispering sound--"

Before it could even react, an iron rod came crashing down right in its line of sight.

It instinctively raised its hand, trying to block the fast-moving attack, but the attack showed no sign of deflecting and directly smashed its arm in half. The powerful force also caused its body to stagger backward, almost falling to the ground.

But this is only the first attack; the second and the third will follow.

These attacks were not fatal; they each struck its limbs, attempting to subdue it and render it immobile.

But before the second attack could hit, it suddenly punched the air in front of it.

With a muffled thud, Wilson's abdomen caved in in an extremely bizarre way, and blood seeped out.

Before he could even get up, it grabbed his arm again, ripped off his injured right arm, and stomped on his head.

boom--!

A gunshot suddenly rang out. The bullet missed, but it still made the cat instinctively raise its head.

Little Red Riding Hood was clutching a pistol tightly in her hand, but it was clear that she still hadn't learned how to use this firearm.

But this did give him an opportunity. Wilson, who was pinned down, did not hesitate to use his left hand to pick up the iron bar and smash it into its calf.

Instead of dodging, it stomped directly on the attack, attempting to crush his head by trading blows.

But it clearly underestimated the strength of his left arm. The iron rod was even swung so hard it made a whistling sound as it broke the lower leg, causing the body to lose its balance for a brief moment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wilson flipped over and pounced on its body, pinning it to the ground, and once again smashed the iron bar in his hand down on its head.

It had no time to dodge and could only use its only usable arm to grab Wilson's arm, and the two of them were locked in a struggle.

Both of them were formidable, but Wilson's strength was somewhat lacking. With the sound of tearing clothes, his sleeve was ripped, indicating that it was still exerting force, trying to tear off his only arm as well.

If that's the case, then he really will have no more means of attacking.

boom--!

Another shot rang out. This time, the bullet didn't miss; it landed on its face, and the splattering blood blinded it, causing its grip to suddenly tighten.

At that moment, Wilson swung his arm to the side, forcefully breaking free from its restraints, and stepped on its arm before smashing the stick down on its head.

"what--!!"

With a wail, its head was smashed to pieces. Headless, it could only attack everything around it like a headless fly, but it could not feel anything.

Wilson showed no mercy. He first smashed the creature's body with a stick, causing it to fall to the ground, and then broke its last leg in the process.

It completely lost the ability to get up, and Wilson's iron rod did not stop for a moment, smashing it on its body again and again, almost turning every inch of its skin and every piece of flesh into mincemeat, and even breaking the iron rod in his hand.

Seemingly not satisfied, he then went to Little Red Riding Hood's side and, while she was still somewhat dazed, snatched the gun from her hand. He ran to the mangled corpse and began emptying the magazine with bullets until it was completely emptied. He then stomped on the flesh-like corpse before stopping.

As the weapon, now empty of bullets, was tossed back to Little Red Riding Hood, the administrator took the opportunity to approach the lump of minced meat.

The scene was truly gruesome, but she didn't seem to care. She simply reached into the mass of flesh, searching for something.

As she searched, a burst of red mist suddenly flew out from the corpse and hit her head.

This level of attack doesn't even qualify as an attack; it's probably just an attempt to vent the emotions that still linger in its heart.

The administrator caught the invisible mist and squeezed it into a ball.

With a piercing scream, a red sphere appeared in her palm, seemingly filled with red mist that throbbed uneasily.

"..."

Having completed her mission, she stood up and looked at Wilson, who had regained his senses and whose body had miraculously returned to normal, and at Little Red Riding Hood, who was still somewhat dazed and seemed to lack the mental capacity to process what she had just experienced.

"ended."