She is not an investigator.

"Ah, just call me Nelly. This is the first time you've asked my name."

She awkwardly twirled her hair, then stole a glance at Igris in front of her.

"Well then, Nelly, see you next time."

Igris smiled and waved to her, then slowly left under her somewhat stunned gaze.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirteen: May the gentle be treated with gentleness.

"You've made her eyes pop out."

"What do you mean by seduction... Don't be so rude. I just felt sorry for her and wanted to be friends with her."

"Oh, friend, the last person who threatened you with a knife was a friend at first."

"Can we please not talk about this anymore..."

The administrator possesses most of Igris's memories, so all of Igris's dark past will be exposed to the administrator without any concealment.

Just thinking about it is a bit suffocating.

"Besides, I'll probably leave here after things are settled. If I make friends, we can keep in touch often, isn't that nice?"

"Do whatever you want. If one day you are really tied up and dragged into the basement by those people, I will not save you."

"basement…?"

"nothing."

Igris scratched her head in confusion, then pushed open her bedroom door and returned to her own little nest.

"Sure enough, no matter when, the time after getting off work and going home is always especially happy."

Although, strictly speaking, Igris didn't go to work at all today.

"It's a blessing for any boss who hires you," the manager said.

"What are you saying? Olivia has always been very satisfied with me, okay?"

"..."

In a sense, Iglesias was right, although Olivia's appreciation for her was not at all based on her professional abilities.

Perhaps a little? But definitely not much.

But she herself doesn't seem to realize this.

"Ah... there's something important I almost forgot."

Igris quickly pounced on the bed, took off her nun's habit, and changed into her own clothes.

It was at this moment that she suddenly thought of something and asked with some curiosity.

"Speaking of which, Miss Administrator, since you've been inside my body the whole time, did you see everything when I showered and changed clothes?"

"of course."

"It feels a bit perverted."

"Do you think I'd be interested in seeing your steel plates?"

Igris blinked, looked at her flat chest, and suddenly felt much more relieved.

At least she really didn't have anything to see.

"Then let me see yours next time, and we'll be even."

"You're the pervert..."

…………

Igris returned to the blocked street, following the same route as before. Since she couldn't walk there directly, she simply climbed onto the rooftops and jumped over them one by one.

Although her physical strength was not enough to support such strenuous movement, especially since the sun had not yet set and her physical strength had not been boosted.

However, because she wasn't in a hurry, she could walk for a while and then rest for a while. As a result, what should have been a five-minute journey took her fifteen minutes to complete.

Only at times like these does she realize just how amazing Isabella truly is.

It seems like there's never been a wall she can't overcome.

With her feet touching the ground again, Igris officially entered the street.

The first thing you see is the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road, covered in dust, with many broken windows, and in some places even the doors have been smashed. It's hard to imagine what they've been through.

The abandoned pig has also disappeared, which is nothing to say about. In fact, the fact that the pig is still here is the most surprising thing.

Besides that, there are only streets.

It was much cleaner than Igris had imagined. It wasn't that the streets were free of dust and trash, but rather that the scene of rotting flesh and bones she had envisioned didn't exist. On the contrary, the streets were very smooth, with hardly any trace of anything worth mentioning. If she hadn't been here at night, most people would probably have thought that the street was just relatively quiet, and no one would have imagined that it would be filled with man-eating monsters after dark.

"Perhaps I should check out the houses in the neighborhood."

As Igris spoke, she turned her gaze to the building closest to her.

Like other buildings, it looked dilapidated, covered in dust, with broken glass, and even the main door had been dismantled.

Of course, naturally, there was nothing noteworthy there, and Igris only decided to go there to investigate simply because it was relatively close.

"be careful."

"of course."

Igris gave a casual reply, then gripped the hilt of her sword and approached the building.

She didn't draw her gun because she didn't want to be taken away by the sheriff who suddenly appeared, and besides, being indoors, melee weapons were indeed more flexible to use than firearms.

As Igris slowly walked into the building, a strong smell of decay filled her nostrils.

The smell came from dilapidated wooden furniture such as tables and chairs. Because they had been stored for too long and had not been maintained, they were practically ruined.

Of course, judging from the layout, this place should be a coffee shop or restaurant, otherwise there wouldn't be so many tables and chairs.

The floor of the shop was covered with a thick layer of dust, and Igris's footprints were clearly visible in it, but there were no other footprints.

In other words, Igris was indeed the first person to arrive here after it was abandoned.

Therefore, this building can naturally be ruled out, as it is difficult to find any trace inside, except for information about its existence before it was abandoned.

But Igris didn't need those things to waste her time, since the place would become relatively more dangerous after sunset.

"Next is..."

Igris looked at the building next door, a two-story house, which was rare on the street. After all, in that era, most buildings were single-story, with at most a basement.

Compared to the shop, the front door of this house was intact. Although it was closed, it was not completely sealed off, but only slightly ajar.

What's even more noteworthy are the scratches left on the door panel.

There's a high probability that something is indeed hidden inside.

"I'm inexplicably a little nervous..."

"If you can't do it, I'll take your place."

"Then you can do it yourself."

"?"

The administrator was indeed surprised by Igris's words. In the next moment, Igris stretched out her palm and grasped at the void.

Another hand appeared out of thin air and grasped her hand in return. A dark and pale figure also appeared and stood beside Igris.

Are you serious?

"Just to cheer you up."

Igris was very thoughtful; she knew that the caretaker must be feeling uncomfortable being cooped up inside her, so she gave her a chance to come out and move around.

How can there be such a gentle person in the world?

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Fools: Chapter Fourteen, Rising Untainted by the Mud

"You're not just tired, are you...?"

"You found out."

Igris, hands on her hips, shamelessly admitted it.

She's been getting lazier lately, especially when it comes to battles. She's almost lost the desire to take the initiative, which is probably why she stopped attacking when she was attacked by vampires last time, once she was sure the sheriff would come to her aid.

While part of it was to conceal her fighting prowess, a large part was still due to her becoming increasingly lazy.

Perhaps it shouldn't be called laziness, but rather, for some reason, her energy hasn't been as abundant as before.

Leaving aside her physical weakness, since she was already weak to begin with, even though she never stopped exercising and ate frequently, physical deficiencies cannot be resolved overnight.

Now, she is clearly lacking in energy, and is even experiencing sleep deprivation, vivid dreams, and poor sleep quality.

Perhaps it was because she neglected some of her physical needs that should have been met, and this was the consequence?

So, what did she overlook?

"Tsk...troublesome guy."

The caretaker's mood soured because Igris had called her out to do unpaid work for her.

If she had a choice, the administrator would even like to stab Igris, but if she did, Igris would probably disappear as well.

So she had no choice.

Thinking about it this way, the manager became even angrier.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, and a magnificent scimitar was in her grasp. Her eyes were completely covered by a mask, and she was fully in battle mode.

Before Igris could react or offer any warning, she raised her leg and kicked the half-closed door.

With a heart-wrenching shattering sound, the door, already fragile from prolonged exposure, was kicked through and fell miserably to the ground.

Light streamed through the doorway into the building's corridor, and a bloated figure who had been lying on the floor stood up, letting out a piercing roar.

Unfortunately, its roar was interrupted by the even more glaring sunlight, turning into wails and screams.

It tried in terror to retreat into the darkness, but was met with a sharp blow from the caretaker.

In an instant, its body and head were split in two, and the head was kicked out without hesitation, landing at Igris's feet, where it was scorched by the sunlight and eventually turned to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, she had dealt with a vampire. Igris hurriedly tried to call her back, but before she could, she had already gone deeper into the room.