She is not an investigator.

The house was probably poorly soundproofed; at least Igris could easily hear any sound coming from inside.

For example, the screams, roars, screams, and wails of vampires.

boom--!

Another commotion erupted, and the tightly closed window on the second floor was suddenly smashed open. The building manager appeared at the window, her long silver hair stained with a few drops of blood.

In her hands, she held up an ugly, struggling figure and dragged it to the window, where she hung it.

Under the sunlight, its mournful cries instantly turned into piercing howls, and a sizzling sound like scalding metal falling into water rang out. Its skin and flesh melted and disintegrated at an extremely fast speed.

The building manager continued her wandering through the dark building, while the threatening roars of the vampires gradually faded into fear and shrinking back.

The building's soundproofing was indeed not very good, so even if Igris was standing outside, she could hear the building manager's crisp knocking.

That was probably the only room with the door locked, and the housekeeper's clear and gentle voice reached Igris's ears.

Is anyone inside?

She's so gentle; she even asks if anyone's inside before opening the door.

Igris thought so until she received no answer and heard terrifying crashing sounds coming from inside the house, at which point she abandoned the idea.

The impact lasted only about ten seconds, and it appeared she hadn't managed to break down the door.

But she always has more options.

boom--!

Another heavy sound rang out, the sound of wooden planks breaking mingling with the screams of a vampire. It was hard to imagine what had happened inside. Before Igris could hear any more, the last tightly closed window was smashed open, and a small figure jumped out in a panic, crashing heavily onto the street.

The sun's heat quickly turned the small vampire to ashes, killing him instantly.

Igris's eye twitched as she looked at the caretaker, who was peering out the window watching the vampire leap away. A strange feeling welled up inside her.

It's hard to imagine what she actually did inside.

"They've all been killed."

The building manager jumped out of the window and landed next to Igris, not forgetting to toss her hair as she did so.

She still looked as exquisite as ever, except that compared to when she went in, there was a lot of blood on her hands and the ends of her hair.

The bloodstains did not come from her, and as for who they came from, the answer is obvious.

"You know what? Our mission was actually to go in and investigate the clues, not to kill them all."

"It was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

The administrator flicked the blood off the blade, casually recalled it into the void, and looked calmly at Igris.

"Also, it's definitely a good idea for you not to go in. The scene inside would make you throw up your dinner from the night before. Luckily, I don't need to eat anything, so I don't have anything to throw up."

"...?"

"These vampires hoard food. There's a huge pile of corpses that God knows where they came from. There are all kinds of corpses, animals, and dead people... all mixed together. Just the smell alone makes you want to vomit."

Igris blinked, then thoughtfully approached the caretaker, and under her somewhat puzzled gaze, gently sniffed.

"...What are you doing?"

"Smell if you have any strange smell."

Clearly, Igris didn't smell any foul odor, only a faint fragrance, possibly the administrator's body scent.

Perhaps it's because she wasn't actually in reality that the smell couldn't affect her.

In other words... even if the housekeeper falls into the cesspool, as long as she is pulled out, she will still be fragrant and soft?

Wouldn't this also be considered a kind of "rising from the mud unsullied"?

"I sense you're thinking something very rude..."

"No meow."

The bizarre stage play - The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thugs: Chapter Fifteen, Stand at Attention Before You Get Beaten!

Although Igris did think about many strange things, she also learned a lot of other information in the process.

For example, the vampires living here, even those without human form, all possess basic intelligence. In other words, they may not be purebred vampires, but rather local mutant vampires.

This statement sounds really strange, but it is indeed easy enough to understand.

Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have made the decision to break the window and escape.

After all, it was daytime outside, and the sun was still high in the sky; going out would definitely mean certain death.

"However, if what Hugh said is true... most of the vampires here are not allowed to enter the lower city. In other words, even if these vampires are obviously more powerful than most ordinary vampires, they are not allowed to enter the lower city. Then the residents of the lower city are even more powerful than these vampires, perhaps even much more powerful."

Igris found it hard to imagine whether such a creature could still truly maintain its human form, and she could roughly understand why the old priest did not agree with her going straight in.

Even though vampires also have weaknesses, and those weaknesses are extremely fatal, it becomes exceptionally difficult to retaliate when faced with a simultaneous attack from multiple powerful vampires.

They are essentially glass cannons; even if you can kill someone with a single shot, the other side can also kill you with a single shot, and their numbers are far greater than you might imagine.

The consequences of these creatures no longer fearing the sun are unimaginable.

It feels strangely like they're raising a venomous insect.

"The entrance to the lower town should also be on this street, which explains why there are so many vampires here who have been driven out."

Igris touched her chin, and then thought of Hugh.

Compared to other vampires, Hugh appears much more miserable, but also much cleaner. This is because there are no inexplicable stains or bloodstains on his body, and his clothes seem to be washed frequently, although they are somewhat torn.

Furthermore, Igris rarely sees vampires, yet she actually considers going to the church to collect eggs.

Poor thing, Igris should go and see her while she's at it, and maybe bring her some more eggs too.

However, it seems that this is also where Igris and Hugh first met.

Hugh dragged a dead pig onto this street. If she wasn't really bored and planning to exercise in this way, then it's probably because Hugh lived somewhere nearby.

Hugh also mentioned that some vampires engage in cannibalism, and a large portion of them are those who are always hungry.

First, it is known that the vampires here have the habit of hoarding food. In other words, vampires with their own dens generally do not choose to hunt other companions as food. Only those vampires who wander outside, have no food and no fixed abode will choose to prey on other lone and weak vampires.

Vampires who meet these conditions will obviously face another problem.

First of all, this street is not in the lower town, so after daybreak, the sunlight will still illuminate many places. Therefore, most vampires will choose to hide in nearby buildings to avoid being turned to ashes by direct sunlight.

Many of these buildings have owners, and they may be the lairs of certain vampires, inhabited by other vampires. Therefore, a lone vampire who rashly enters another vampire's lair is easily attacked.

In other words, most vampires roam in locations far from other vampire lairs and have vacant buildings to protect themselves from direct sunlight.

Hugh's status clearly falls into this category, so her residence would first be far away from vampire lairs, and secondly, it would be a building that is unlikely to become a lair, such as a place that is not suitable for vampires with low intelligence to live in.

For example, it may have large floor-to-ceiling windows, or the building itself may be too narrow.

Therefore, if we extrapolate from this, the place where Xiu lives is very likely to also have more other vampires that might prey on their own kind.

That is to say...

"I hope she wasn't eaten."

"Huh? What are you suddenly talking to yourself about?"

The administrator watched as Igris pondered intently, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing, and occasionally glancing around, and assumed she had discovered some incredible clue.

After thinking it over, he suddenly blurted out a sentence that would seem inexplicable to anyone.

“I was talking about Hugh. I was just wondering if she would get eaten by another vampire.”

"You mean that idiot you let go? How should I know? Wouldn't it be better if he were eaten? It would save us from any trouble."

Unlike Igris, the administrator believed that the best way to handle most things was not through communication, investigation, or exploration.

As long as she kills all the suspicious guys, she won't have to worry about anything anymore; that's her method.

So she would never tell Igris that every time Igris did something stupid, her biggest thought was to kill Igris too.

"She should know the exact location of the lower city. If we find her, we might be able to find a way into the lower city."

"Then why don't you go ask that old man?"

"..."

Igris stiffened for a moment, and under the scrutinizing gaze of the caretaker, she slowly turned her head and revealed an exceptionally bright and sunny smile.

And it opened its mouth.

"Meow."

"?"

"I forgot."

When Igris said "If you're going to get hit, stand up straight," she was at least very respectful and didn't try to change the subject.

Anyway, the administrator couldn't just chop her head off.

"I really don't know how you've survived until now..."

"Actually, you know, after all, you know everything about my past, don't you?"

Igris winked mischievously and quickly walked away before the caretaker was about to actually draw her sword and chop off her head.

"Alright, although I'd love to continue chatting with you, just talking about this won't bring clues to our doorstep..."

Click.

Before Igris could finish speaking, the movement beneath her feet instantly froze her in place.

The crisp cracking sound suggested that she had crushed something without noticing.

It wasn't anything scary. Igris lifted her foot, looked down, and saw only a flattened eggshell.

Only the shell.

"Perhaps we've found a clue."

Igris looked up, glanced around, and finally fixed her gaze on a building.

Or rather, it lingered on that door panel that had been completely shattered.

The bizarre stage play - The City of Gluttonous Blood: Chapter Sixteen, Can vampires not eat eggs?

Igris gently pushed open the door panel with a large hole punched in the middle, and the scene inside was revealed to her, causing her to gasp in shock.