She is not an investigator.

The pig's carcass.

"..."

The kind of guy who would carry a pig and move back and forth on the ceiling in a place like this.

Igris felt that even if the other person wasn't a bad person, they certainly weren't a decent person either.

Otherwise, why would he carry a pig around everywhere?

"wack…"

"Didn't you ever think about what would happen if the other person was an innocent person and you shot them dead?"

Hearing the administrator's question, Igris curled her lip indifferently and stuffed the pistol back into her bosom.

"If I really intended to kill him, he wouldn't have been shot in the leg. But I didn't expect him to be able to run so fast despite his leg injury."

Igris's shot definitely hit, undoubtedly striking his leg. Under these circumstances, Igris had only been there for less than three minutes, but he had already disappeared from the vicinity. If you said he was an ordinary person, Igris would definitely not believe it.

"Mirror Demon".

As Igris called out, another figure slowly appeared beside her, but before he could speak, Igris pointed to the sky.

"Help me find out if there's anyone nearby with a leg injury who looks suspicious."

"Oh…"

The Mirror Demon had originally planned to greet Igris politely, since they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but faced with serious business, the Mirror Demon abandoned that plan.

It quickly transformed into a black crow, flew into the air, and soon disappeared into the night.

Only then did Igris lower her head and look at the dead pig that had been thrown down.

"This pig is fresh; it hasn't been dead for long."

Judging from the quality of the meat and the condition of the carcass, the pig was likely killed no more than three hours ago. The wound on its body is also worth mentioning; it was a very long cut located directly below its head.

That's also where it bled the most, the source of all the blood that flowed along the way.

This is a wild boar, but it doesn't seem to be a complete wild boar. For example, it is very fat, and its meat is not as firm and thick as most wild boars; instead, it is softer.

It looks like a wild boar that has been artificially bred and is intended to be eaten.

Based on the information Igris has gathered from her long stay in the city, there are virtually no places that raise and slaughter wild boars for sale.

After all, what kind of good person would have the time to raise a wild boar just to slaughter it? If you're going to raise wild boars, then what's the point of domestic pigs?

While it's possible that some people might have a particular interest in this, there probably aren't many who would actually slaughter and bleed someone on the street.

In conclusion, Igris can basically confirm one thing.

Whoever that guy carrying the wild boar is, he must have something to hide, and the wild boar's origins are certainly not ordinary.

Although the city is surrounded by forests, this wild boar must have been kept by someone. Perhaps Igris could also focus her attention on it to find more clues.

Although the most urgent task is to find the guy who was hit in the leg by her.

"Why are you staring at this pig like that?"

"Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."

The administrator always does this, suddenly interrupting Igris when she's lost in thought.

This is very impolite, and it could easily interrupt her train of thought, causing her to overlook many possible clues.

"I just wanted to let you know something's coming."

"...?"

At that moment, Igris also sensed something, and suddenly turned around to look at the dark street.

The streetlights here are all off. I don't know if it's because they've been neglected for years or if they've been deliberately vandalized, but at night, this street does indeed seem more eerie and frightening.

Unfortunately, darkness was never of any use to Igris.

"That is…"

"vampire."

Igris knew, of course, that they were vampires; after all, it wasn't the first time she had dealt with such lowly creatures. But what truly puzzled Igris wasn't that.

Rather, it's their behavior.

"There must be at least five or six..."

They slowly walked towards Igris. Unlike the vampires Igris had seen before, these vampires looked more human.

They had human hair, tattered clothes, shoes, and various ornaments on their bodies.

For example, hats, scarves, etc.

They looked more like humans now, but Igris still felt that something was off.

It was a sense of incongruity.

It is also a kind of fear.

"Are they trying to impersonate humans?"

Vampires are undoubtedly beast-like creatures, and unlike Dracula, they don't turn humans into vampires by biting them.

Therefore, they were not transformed from humans, and those things were things they picked up from somewhere.

And they attempt to use this method to disguise themselves and act as if they were human.

They continued to approach, getting closer and closer, and Igoris finally saw what truly horrified her.

Those items, those outfits, even the hair.

Those things certainly don't belong to them; they would never possess such wisdom. So where do they come from?

It comes from humans, from the humans they attacked, the humans they killed, the humans they preyed upon.

They skinned their prey, tore their bodies apart, and used the remaining clothing and ornaments from their remains as decorations, attempting to imitate humans in this way.

Igris could even see the severed limbs still in their hands, the heads they were playing with, and the way they looked at her.

Greedy eyes.

"..."

You are shaking.

The administrator's voice rang out again, reminding Igris.

"I can help you."

"No, no need..."

Igris refused her offer; she was indeed trembling, but not from fear.

At least for now, she rarely feels fear.

"I thought this place would be a little safer..."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Fools: Chapter Four, Welcome to Secrecy

In the silent street, the sudden burst of gunfire became the starting pistol, setting everything into rapid motion.

The vampires, who had been slowly approaching and trying to hide themselves in the darkness, finally stopped concealing themselves and rushed towards Igris at incredible speed.

In response, they were met with gunshots and bullets.

The bullets, accompanied by flashes of light, swiftly pierced the darkness, emitting a series of shattering sounds.

Finally, the gun was empty, and the six vampires had now become three.

Igris did not attempt to reload, as they were already upon her.

She reached into her pocket and touched the familiar hilt of the sword.

With just this movement, the vampires pounced on Igris, their claws and fangs almost instantly striking her fragile body and tearing her to shreds.

But before that, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the other side.

A small silver knife flew past Igris's cheek, piercing the vampire that lunged at her.

Igris instinctively turned her body to the side, looking at the corpse lying at her feet, and slowly stopped what she was doing.

After the attack landed, a crossbow bolt flew towards one of the vampires, piercing his eye socket precisely and pulverizing him.

In the blink of an eye, only two of the four vampires remained.

Finally, Igris saw the figure rushing towards her.

A figure that was pitch black, yet exceptionally slender.

Clang—!

The sound of a blade being drawn rang out, and a silver longsword flashed past Igris once more, piercing directly into the body of one of the vampires.

The vampire, struck by the stab, let out an angry howl, but before it could react further, it was kicked away, the blade landing squarely on the head where it had just made the sound.

Seeing that things were going badly, the last vampire quickly tried to escape, but it was met with another silver crossbow bolt that flew out.

The crossbow bolt pierced its skull, and it fell to the ground without even uttering a sound, losing its life completely.

Only after all the enemies had been dealt with did the man finally raise his head and look at Igris.

"…nun?"

"who are you?"

Standing before Igris was a man dressed in an extremely formal manner. He wore a black suit, black gloves, and a long scabbard at his waist, looking extremely strange and somewhat incongruous.

"An outsider... otherwise you should know not to come to a place without light."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

The man remained silent as he approached the vampire corpses, dug out the crossbow bolts, rubbed them against the bodies, and then loaded them into his bag.

For some reason, Igris felt that this guy was a bit like someone she knew; both of them disliked listening to others and both liked to wear all black.

He's just a bit younger.

"You know what they are, right?"

"vampire?"