She is not an investigator.

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However, looking at the vampire who was crying in her arms, Igris felt that she had indeed comforted her to some extent.

Perhaps she's surprisingly well-suited to befriending this kind of alien? Or perhaps Igris herself is an alien.

Of course, things have come to this point, and in many ways, they have become quite simple.

Hugh is a vampire, a girl in distress, and the sheriff's sister.

The sheriff could see spirits, but because he had never seen his sister's spirit, he always believed that his sister was still alive somewhere.

Of course, this is just self-comfort, after all, so much time has passed, and he has long been prepared for everything.

His sister was indeed dead; after all, she had been eaten, so there was no chance she could have survived.

But unexpectedly, the sister's soul did not return to find her brother. Igris had two theories about this.

First, it's because after her death, her soul didn't have much attachment to this world, or it gradually lost that attachment and simply disappeared.

Secondly, this adopted sister has always stayed by Hugh's side and has never gone back to find her brother, while Hugh has also been intentionally avoiding the sheriff, so they have never had the chance to meet.

Although Igris didn't understand why she couldn't just go to her brother and explain everything, it was, after all, a matter of the soul, something that was by no means materialistic, so how could she possibly be sure?

But for now, Igris has indeed figured out everything and can report to the sheriff, which is a good result.

Looking at it this way, it seems she has accomplished something incredible once again?

As expected of Igris.

"...I'm sorry for causing you trouble during this time."

Hugh quickly recovered from her emotional outburst, and her first reaction was to apologize to Igris.

Although Igris didn't think she had caused herself much trouble, she had to admit that this was definitely a good opportunity to play a prank.

However, considering how miserable she was, Igris took pity on her and let her go.

Igris was too kind.

Hugh clearly had no idea what Igris was thinking, but looking at Igris's expression, she hesitated for a moment before asking.

"How much longer...will you stay here?"

Igris snapped out of her reverie, her fingers unconsciously twirling around her hair as she answered uncertainly.

"Probably in the next day or two, I'll have found what I'm looking for, and there's nothing left for me to stay here any longer."

"Oh, or... you can't bear to part with me?"

Igris smiled, pursing her lips, while the latter shrank back and gently shook her head.

“I think you’re right… I’m going to find an opportunity to personally explain everything to that sheriff. If he really doesn’t kill me because of this, I might leave this city, take her share… and continue living, to see a bigger world.”

The girl's purest wish was projected onto the vampire born from darkness and blood.

This scene sounds just like a script written by an author, full of bizarre and strange artistic elements.

It must be said that Igris enjoys this feeling, just as she prefers dessert to chocolate.

After all, the latter still carries a certain bitterness.

“I will support you, and I also sincerely hope that we can meet again in the future, on another beautiful night, in the next spring.”

Igris reached out her hand and offered it to the vampire in front of her, who was covered in dirt but now looked like a completely refreshed vampire.

Or, take a break.

She has always had her own name, and Igris is happy to call her by her name.

That was a symbol of her existence, and proof of her rebirth.

"I should go now, Xiu. The night is still long. I wish you a life that is as brilliant as the most beautiful flower petals in the world."

Igris took off her hat, slowly bent down, and walked slowly back the way she came as Hugh waved goodbye.

Just as when she arrived, the only sound on the street was the crisp sound of her leather boots. The sound was random, but not chaotic, and its owner was probably just as happy.

"Why do you suddenly seem so scholarly?"

The administrator was always the first to break the silence, and she was the one with whom Igris could still chat happily even if she didn't stop walking.

"In fact, this is who I really am. Relaxed, happy, I shouldn't put too much pressure on myself, especially on myself... What's that saying again?"

“How would I know what you’re trying to say?” the female administrator replied.

Igris does feel different now than before, but that's not a bad thing. After all, compared to seeing her with a stern face and a heavy expression every day, she is now more in line with the Igris that the administrator remembers.

So, there's really nothing wrong with that.

"Seriously, I just decided on our next stop, and you'll never guess where we're headed next."

"Iglesias said."

"The forest, it's nearby, the largest forest in this area. Exploring the forest this season isn't a good idea... Can we come back in winter?"

Igris waved her hand dismissively, and the administrator responded thoughtfully, taking full account of Igris's feelings.

Don't even think about it.

It seems that even Igris may not be able to fight for sovereignty in many things, but since there are already plans for the future, Igris can probably continue to live here.

As for her work at the church, should she continue? Igris didn't really want to go anymore. Although she could get paid just for listening to other people's stories and casually saying "the Lord will forgive you," her mental state would become very poor whenever she went to work.

Many times it really has nothing to do with the job content, at least that's what Igris thinks.

Being the boss is the most enjoyable thing. She once dreamed of building her own business empire, where she could just lie in a chair and wait for silver dollars to fly to her every day.

However, this dream has only been half realized so far.

It's heartbreaking that she can now lie in a chair every day.

"I'm so envious of those rich heiresses."

The administrator remained silent, as she was used to Igris's cryptic remarks after long periods of silence.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Things: Chapter Thirty-One, Nightmare

"Igris! Congratulations, you've collected all seven Dragon Balls. Now, tell me your wish."

In an indescribable space, a huge golden dragon hovered in mid-air, watching Igris slowly open her eyes.

"What?"

She wasn't fully awake yet.

"In short, it's all chatter, and then you can make a wish."

The dragon said this.

"What are they babbling about?! How can I possibly have such a bizarre dream..."

Igris held her forehead, seriously suspecting that she might have eaten something bad last night, which was causing her to hallucinate in her dreams.

However, she didn't seem to eat anything last night. After returning from that street, she spent a little time with the Mirror Demon before going to sleep.

So the dragon in front of us is just too bizarre no matter how you look at it…

"Ahem, don't worry, as long as you make a wish, no matter what it is, I will grant it for you without any cost."

The dragon spoke again.

Even Igris didn't know why it was called a dragon, but since it was a dream, it didn't seem unreasonable.

"Then I want countless more wishes."

So said the insatiable Igris.

It must be said that she had indeed fantasized countless times about whether a god would suddenly have a brain fart and decide to grant some benefits to humanity, fulfilling the wish of a chosen human, and that human would happen to be Igris.

Although it sounds far-fetched, Igris did think about it, after all, anything is possible in such a world.

So she also thought about what wish would be the most cost-effective if it really came to that.

First and foremost is this, the legendary infinite wish.

Although, if the other person were of sound mind, they probably wouldn't agree to this request.

"Greedy Igris! How dare you ask for countless wishes! I will not grant you this request! Choose another one."

"The dragon said."

Another thing is that its performance was really bad. In the first half, it was passionately criticizing Igris's greed, but then it suddenly said something like "change to someone else" in a bland and ordinary way.

Even if it's a dream, it can't be this unreliable; actors like this should be docked pay.

However, although her wish was denied, Igris had other alternatives, since she had indeed fantasized about this issue more than once.

"Then I want the ability to stop time."

That's right, the legendary ability with unparalleled power: time stop.

It is said that by simply pausing for five or six seconds, one can gain the ability to save the world, making it a legendary skill second only to invincibility.

"No."

"The dragon said."

"Actually, I just came to see you."

The dragon spoke again.

"Also, I am actually Nyarlathotep."

Shenlong continued.

"!"

Igris suddenly opened her eyes, sat up straight, large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her face still showed lingering fear.

"What a terrifying dream."

Nothing is more terrifying than dreaming of Nyarlathotep. If there is, it's dreaming of two Nyarlathotep.

Igris rubbed her cheeks and found that it was still pitch black both inside the room and outside the window.

Is this the end of the world?