She is not an investigator.

"So it's obvious that I'm a vampire hunter."

The man finally looked at Igris and sheathed the long sword at his waist.

"In this city, vampires and humans live in the same place in a strange balance. At night, this city belongs to them. As long as there is light, they will not try to approach you. And my job is to protect you unruly people as much as possible from their hands."

"Perhaps you should have told everyone about this when you entered the city."

“The result would be obvious: there would be far fewer tourists here, and nobody wants to see that. That’s why I’m here, and… this street is blocked off, so there probably aren’t many people like you who would jump off a roof.”

As he spoke, he pulled out his identification from his pocket and waved it in front of Igris.

"Also, I am also a law enforcement officer in this city. You were carrying a gun and fired a shot, so you need to come with me. But don't worry, I know you acted in self-defense. This is just for your future convenience."

Compared to his appearance, he was surprisingly easy to talk to; Iglesias had assumed that men like him were all stubborn and unpleasant.

"Can I go home first? I don't want to run around in my nun's habit."

"This is your freedom, I will wait for you."

The atmosphere quieted down at that moment, and just then, the Mirror Demon returned and landed on Igris's shoulder.

It first glanced at the man standing quietly to one side, then cautiously moved closer to Igris's cheek, gently rubbed it, and shook its head.

It basically means that nothing was found.

So that means the person Igris hit really just disappeared, and the vampire hunter who rushed over from nearby didn't find any strange traces either.

Perhaps Igris could tell law enforcement, but her gut feeling told her it was best to keep quiet.

At least for now, she can't fully trust anyone here.

…………

Soon, after changing her clothes, Igris returned with the man to a building that didn't quite look like a police station.

The place was very empty, with hardly anyone around, and hardly any furniture. The only thing worth mentioning was a somewhat dilapidated iron cabinet filled with all sorts of documents.

He probably doesn't even have any colleagues.

"Where are you from."

Finally, after sorting through the documents for a long time, the man found a blank file and sat down opposite Igris.

“Byanka”.

"Hmm...what are we doing here?"

"travel."

It was a very ordinary answer, but Igris wasn't lying, after all, her official excuse for coming here was to travel.

What is your job?

“I own a detective agency, and I’m the boss there.”

"A detective."

The man continued writing something without looking up as he asked the question.

"What is your name? I need to know your real name, and I hope you won't lie about it."

Although even if Igris had used a fake name, the other party could have found out quickly, it would have caused a lot of trouble, and Igris was someone who disliked trouble.

“Igris, Igris Selena.”

"..."

The man suddenly stopped writing, looked at Igris, and then abruptly stood up and tore the document in front of him to shreds.

"you can go now."

Igris paused, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"…Why?"

"You're on our whitelist, and you probably know better than I why. Anyway, welcome to Sekreh."

A bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thugs: Chapter Five, The Intersection of Nights

Igris returned home, and after a night of commotion, she was indeed quite exhausted.

Although she has more doubts now.

"I always feel like something's off about this place."

"Because of the atmosphere, or that man?"

The administrator's voice appeared in Igris's mind. She was always there, appearing whenever Igris wanted to chat with someone.

"You have them all, right?"

Igris couldn't quite put her finger on it; perhaps the city itself just gave her a slightly strange feeling.

Because there are very few residents here, there are also very few law enforcement officers, but the flow of people here is not as small as one might imagine.

In addition, the man claimed to be a vampire hunter.

This argument is actually quite strange, because vampires are not much different from stray dogs on the street; they are not worth hunting down and there is no benefit in it.

But the vampires here seem to be somewhat special, such as their bizarre behavior and their hunting activities that are clearly not just for prey.

As far as vampires are concerned, their living environment must be quite poor, and they should go hungry most of the time. But if that's the case, then they shouldn't treat their prey like toys.

It appears as if they have no shortage of food and hunt only out of interest.

This is clearly unreasonable based on past research data on vampires, since all their behavior should revolve around hunting and survival.

It was precisely because of this change that Igris felt intense unease when she first saw them.

A personified unease.

After all, before this, they were just ordinary wild animals.

"And most importantly, that guy who stole a pig."

What we learned from that man was that the street had been blocked off and was always dangerous. The residents there generally couldn't get close, and the guy who carried a pig up onto the roof just to get there was clearly not a normal person.

Even though Igris was certain that her bullet had hit the other person's leg, she still couldn't find any clues, which meant that the other person was most likely hiding in that street.

Hidden in that dangerous street? Then the other party's identity becomes even more unimaginable.

"Tsk... Deduction is definitely not my thing."

Igris slumped onto the bed, pressed her head down with a pillow, and said in a self-deprecating tone.

In contrast, Igris prefers the kind where enemies charge at her one by one, then she's told which one to fight next, and she fights her way through until the final battle.

However, reality is often cruel. She has never been able to find such an opportunity, and even now, she still doesn't know whether what happened to her was an accident or a conspiracy against her.

"Since things have come to this... let's go to sleep."

Igris sighed deeply, removed the pillow from her head, and stared wearily at the ceiling.

"Hopefully we'll get more clues tomorrow."

…………

"madman…"

In the dark streets, inside a dilapidated house, a frail figure was huddled up.

She was a girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a very beautiful and exquisite long dress, but it was covered in dust and even had some holes.

In contrast, what was truly striking was the deep wound on her leg.

The wound was circular and was a penetrating wound caused by a bullet. Fortunately, due to the caliber of the bullet, it passed right through and did not remain in the wound, thus preventing the wound from worsening.

But more than an hour has passed since she was hit by the bullet.

And her wound still showed no signs of healing.

"What on earth is going on..."

She angrily bandaged her wound again, though she was furious, she dared not make any rash moves.

Because at night, many hungry vampires always roam this street.

Although they are attracted by the smell of blood, the only saving grace is that they are not attracted by the blood she left behind.

Perhaps it's because they are essentially the same kind?

"Tch... The food I finally managed to steal has been lost too."

The girl grew angrier the more she thought about it, and even considered going to fight back, but the last vestiges of reason in her mind made her give up the idea.

After all, her injury still significantly affects her mobility.

"Ugh..."

Helpless, the girl could only curl up in the corner and pull over the tattered and dirty mattress next to her, covering herself with it.

This way it will be a little warmer and safer, preventing some guys from accidentally wandering over and finding her sleeping.

Although it's strange for a vampire to sleep at night, she had no choice, since she couldn't possibly go out to hunt at night. She could only go out to find food around dusk, when the sun was almost setting but not yet completely dark.

Her life was indeed quite difficult, but she believed that as long as she continued like this, she would one day become the most powerful being on the street, so that she wouldn't have to worry about being eaten by other vampires.

Everyone needs to have dreams, and vampires are no exception.

"go to bed!"

…………

Snapped.

The lighter's flame burst forth, igniting the cigarette in the man's hand.

He stepped out of the room and into the courtyard outside the door. He squatted down and looked into the darkness in the distance.

He seemed to be thinking about many things, or perhaps he was simply smoking to make his mind as clear as possible with nicotine.

Nights are always like this; he has to stay awake to deal with any unusual situations that might arise.

"Ash, you're smoking again. Haven't I told you that smoking is bad for your health?"

An elderly woman's voice sounded behind him, but he didn't turn around because he knew there was no one behind him.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll find her."