She is not an investigator.

"...?"

"You're safe now, you can go wherever you want."

She stuffed the red ball into her pocket and walked back the way she came, seemingly not intending to say anything more.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Thank you!"

Little Red Riding Hood only realized her worry now and hurriedly ran to her side, thanking her anxiously.

Perhaps they were afraid that she would appear suddenly like she did when she arrived, and then suddenly disappear as soon as she turned her head.

"...I almost forgot."

She suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Little Red Riding Hood, who suddenly seemed a little off.

"You, come with me."

"……I?"

"Stop talking and just come with me."

Her attitude was tough and cold, and she didn't even intend to explain anything further.

It seems she is indeed not Igris; at least Igris wouldn't do such a thing.

"May I ask where we are going?"

"Go into town, someone is looking for you."

"But it's not that I can't get in..."

"Why are you asking so many questions? Either come with me, or stay here and keep company with the corpses."

She opened her mouth, but seeing the other person's impatient look, she could only nod silently.

Wilson also planned to return to the city, so they were kindred spirits.

"To be honest, I don't even know your name."

Little Red Riding Hood curiously approached Wilson, whose mask was still covered in blood.

“Wilson, you can also call me The Punisher, whatever you like.”

"Hmm—thank you for the doll."

Wilson nodded without saying anything more.

But Little Red Riding Hood still felt it wasn't quite enough, so she continued to whisper reminders.

"Also, that doll is really ugly."

"...I thought you would like something more unique."

"...?"

It must be said that it is indeed very unique.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That's all for now.

At the city gate, the administrator suddenly stopped and looked at Little Red Riding Hood behind him.

"Wait here."

"it is good…"

She was a little hesitant to speak to the silver-haired Igris, after all, she was really unfriendly.

After giving her instructions, she left on her own without offering any further explanation.

She's always like that.

"Shall I wait here with you for a bit?"

Wilson also stopped and looked at Little Red Riding Hood in front of the city gate.

"No need, you can go about your business."

"Ah."

He nodded, entered the city, and quickly left.

Just then, several figures quickly walked towards her.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Fifty-Three, Epilogue

"Welcome—welcome to our big family...how about a smile?"

It was a man, wearing glasses and a white uniform, who looked very friendly.

But such people usually only appear friendly.

And standing beside him was a figure she knew quite well.

“Igris…I just saw another version of you.”

"Ah, I know, um... it's not important."

Igris's expression was somewhat strange; she was reluctant to discuss the matter, especially in front of that man.

"Come on, little one, what's your name? You'll be living with us from now on... I'm looking forward to us getting along well."

"Um--"

Little Red Riding Hood took a small step back and looked at Igris with some distress.

Igris understood what she meant and, without hesitation, elbowed the man next to her who was making a strange laugh.

"You scared her. Is this how you usually recruit? It's really hard to imagine what kind of people you can actually recruit."

"Ah... I was just too excited. Maybe you can help me explain. At least most women would prefer to be close to you."

Igris rolled her eyes, too lazy to even argue with him, and went up to Little Red Riding Hood.

“Listen to me… Do you remember what I told you when I left? You can’t live here like a normal human being because you’re different from us. But now, you have this opportunity. You can become a law enforcement officer here, just like you were when you were dead, so you can live in the same place as us.”

"With you all... you're willing to accept me?"

"Actually, I've always been willing; this time I'm just finding you a relatively reasonable and normal identity."

Igris waved to the man behind her, and he eagerly came over and handed her a document.

"You can take a look at this for details... It explains your upcoming treatment and conditions, as well as how much they will pay you."

"No, no need, I trust you."

Little Red Riding Hood shook her head, then nodded firmly.

But Igris's expression wasn't good; she reluctantly opened the document herself.

"I'm glad you believe me... but actually this document doesn't have much to do with me..."

At least on this point, Igris didn't want her to be fooled by that rotten bastard because of such meaningless trust.

"For example, your vacation time, benefits, and weekly pay...?"

Igris abruptly stopped flipping through the documents, her sharp gaze fixed on the man whistling beside her.

“I think we can have a serious talk about why the specific amount written on her weekly wage is… zero?”

"Haha... Well, you should know that taking care of these special groups is quite a troublesome matter. We need to make good adjustments in terms of manpower and resources... Besides, our bureau provides food and lodging, and we get frequent vacations. Even business trips are reimbursed..."

"So you're planning to make her work for free? I hope you haven't withheld her wages."

The man scratched his face and pulled out another document from his pocket.

"Just kidding, actually that one was discarded, this one is the real one."

Igris snatched the document away and frowned as she looked through it again.

"...It says here that she will not be able to leave the area under Byanka's jurisdiction alone."

"Of course, they're not exactly peaceful people to begin with. We can't take the responsibility if they act alone... Don't worry, we're not really going to mistreat her."

Igris glanced at the man suspiciously, but there were indeed no further problems on the document.

"Anyway... I'm still worried, so I'll go with you to the bureau to report it."

"Of course, of course..."

…………

Things were more complicated than Igris had imagined. Whether it was signing the contract or officially starting work, even with that man's guarantee, she still wouldn't have a relatively free life within a week, but would need to undergo a necessary probationary period.

Of course, Little Red Riding Hood certainly won't cause any problems during the assessment period, so there's no need to worry about that.

After her matter was over, it was Igris's turn.

The reason why the administrator appeared in the wilderness and saved them was actually because of the dream entry ritual of the Special Investigations Department.

Logically, Igris should fall into a deep sleep, and then, in her subconscious, project her own existence into reality and take action.

However, unexpectedly, some minor accidents occurred during the dream initiation ceremony.

It might sound hard for Lu Qiyi to understand, but it was as if Igris's self-protection mechanism had been activated. As she fell into a deep sleep and was subjected to psychological suggestion, a strong pollution suddenly spread out and replaced the projection that should have appeared, appearing in reality.

That is, the white-haired Igris who calls herself the administrator.

Her origins are indeed hard to say, but the root of it seems to be a kind of pollution that originated within Igris's body.

Of course, the Special Investigations Department couldn't find much more information, and besides, this administrator was someone they could communicate with.

She said she could handle the thing, and better than Igris, so the plan became hers to carry it out.

In any case, the basic situation hasn't changed, and Igris won't be harmed in any way.

So after everything was over, Igris had no choice but to disclose and register her general situation.

Although she didn't say anything at all, those people did have a lot of problems, so she wasted a lot of her time.

When it was all over and Igris came out of the police station, it was already quite late.

Although the sun hadn't set yet, the streets were much quieter and there were far fewer people.

She's probably gotten rid of all her troubles, or maybe not, but those people don't intend to investigate further.

At least in this respect, they have always been very tolerant of Igris.