She is not an investigator.

It's 1 a.m. now, which means that Igris woke up after sleeping for less than two hours in bed.

"Did I sleep too much during the day...?"

Looking at the ceiling above her head, Igris fell into deep thought.

She was indeed no longer sleepy, and even felt incredibly energetic, but as a young woman who always strives for a healthy lifestyle, she still needed to avoid staying up late as much as possible.

There are just too many downsides to staying up late, from dark circles and acne to even hair loss.

No, that word seems to be hair loss?

In short, Igris has been trying her best to avoid staying up too late, but unfortunately, even though she really wants to stay in bed and continue sleeping, and has even started to do so, she finds it difficult to do so.

Because she had just dreamt of Nyarlathotep.

Igris had always been prejudiced against Nyarlathotep. Rather, Igris couldn't imagine anyone other than Nyarlathotep's followers who wouldn't be prejudiced against him.

In short, since she saw Nyarlathotep in her dream, it must have been Nyarlathotep's doing. She didn't dream of it for no reason; it really came looking for Igris.

In my dream.

Just thinking about it was enough to send chills down Igris's spine.

But if she doesn't go to sleep, what can she do now?

At 1 a.m., even the Mirror Demon was asleep. If you went to greet the administrator, you would probably just get a severe scolding.

"A dark and windy night..."

She looked out at the street, and even moved closer to the window because she couldn't see the moon. After confirming that she could see the moon, she put on a serious face.

"When committing murder and arson."

"What's wrong with you now..."

The building manager was woken up. As expected of Igris, she easily accomplished something that normal people could never do.

"Oh, you're awake. Come chat with me for a while. I was woken up from a dream by a pervert. Now, you're probably the only one who can help me."

The administrator really wanted to refuse Igris and project a kick onto her, making her stand obediently in the corner and do whatever she wanted.

But she didn't.

"...Something's not right, there are a lot of people outside."

The building manager's voice suddenly became very serious, and Igris also sensed something, turning to look at the street outside the window.

The moon still hung in the sky, its bright silver light casting its glow on the road, clearly revealing the street's silence and solitude.

And in the gaps of the moonlight, countless shadows lurked, moving through the streets as if surveying their own territory.

Directly in front of those shadows was a figure that did not try to dodge at all.

A burly young man, his white shirt was torn in half, and he was wearing a pair of slim-fitting white trousers.

Compared to the other figures following him, he seemed too flamboyant and too conspicuous.

He stood there on the street, hands in his pockets, staring coldly ahead.

But slowly, he turned his head away.

His crimson pupils scrutinized the direction where Igris was, and he frowned slightly.

"His senses are very sharp."

Igris leaned against the window, silently pondering something.

I heard crisp footsteps and slowly approached Igris's door.

Through the window, Igris could not see what was happening in front of the door, just as the figure outside the door could not notice what was happening inside the house.

The footsteps stopped, and in their place came a chilling scratching sound coming from the door.

It seemed to be announcing his arrival.

A bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirty-Two, Night of the Long Knife

creak.

Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open.

From the inside out.

"Welcome, would you like to come in and have a visit?"

The man standing at the door stared blankly at the open door and the smiling face of Igris that appeared before him.

Of course, of course.

There was also a handgun.

"—!"

boom--!

It's true that a gun is fast from ten paces away, and accurate and fast within ten paces.

Igris looked at the man in front of her with a large hole in his head and twirled the pistol in her hand.

She'd always wanted to do this, because it really looked cool.

"Has anyone ever told you that it's incredibly rude to come knocking on a lady's door in the middle of the night? Especially... well, even vampires wouldn't do that."

Igris smiled sweetly, but the weapon in her hand made her smile less sweet and more... dangerous.

"Heh...hehe..."

He didn't answer Igris's question; instead, he covered his face and gave a gloomy laugh.

His laughter was so awful that even Igris couldn't help but take a half-step back, looking at him with some disdain.

“I know you… I’ve smelled your scent. You went down there that night. It’s interesting. You were his guest, but you knew nothing about what happened down there.”

Igris's expression froze instantly. Under his arrogant gaze, Igris slowly lowered her head and smelled her own body.

Very fragrant.

"Stop talking nonsense... Let me guess who you are and what your current situation is."

"You must be the new leader? Anyway, as expected, the old leader was supposed to play a supervisory role to maintain the city's basic harmonious development. But seeing you leading these vampires into the streets so swaggeringly, it seems he's probably been locked up or killed, right?"

Igris looked thoughtfully at the vampires surrounding him, but compared to what Igris had seen below, these were mostly monstrous vampires.

And... their sanity seems to have suffered a little bit.

"Based on what I know so far, that leader is definitely not someone who can be easily dealt with. He is quite prestigious and has his own goals. If he wants to start a rebellion, then most of the vampires in the lower city probably won't choose to follow him."

"So... you've been cultivating your own army, so that on the day of the power transition, you can use your private army to control or even kill the city. Without its leader, the city will naturally fall into your hands easily."

"Of course, you can't do this on your own, because after all, your brother spent five years building the city, and it would be quite difficult for you to even use it to train your own army. But for some people, it's not like that."

Igris stood with her hands on her hips, smiling as she looked at the group of vampires.

"For example, Uptown."

"I've been thinking about it. After I got the secret treasure, I always felt like something was missing. Then I realized what it was, but you wouldn't understand even if I told you, so I won't tell you."

It's actually just that notification sound.

Each time Igris collects a treasure, the voice will sound to indicate that Igris has successfully collected one of the treasures.

But this time, even after she put the sphere into the box, the sound still didn't come out.

If the manager can confirm that it is not a counterfeit, then there is another possibility.

The secret is incomplete.

"The treasure is incomplete because you need the power of Gluttony to control the vampires, and that leader once said something very interesting to me."

"Vampires are very pure creatures. When they possess reason and wisdom, they know what they should and shouldn't do, and they control their only desire that might get out of control."

“That is appetite…and coincidentally, gluttony is the most powerful force that can arouse appetite. Therefore, you used the power of gluttony to destroy the sanity of many vampires, causing them to cannibalize each other and be exiled.”

"But don't forget, the exile zone is also part of the Upper City. What I've never understood is why the Upper City would be willing to use such a large area of ​​streets as a so-called exile zone for the Lower City to use... Later I realized that it wasn't exile, it was a natural arena."

"The most powerful and capable vampires will survive, and they can devour their own kind to their heart's content. You will also select the strongest among them, control them using their gluttonous abilities, and turn them into your... private army."

“When I met Hugh, the streets were already much cleaner. I thought she was responsible, but the streets were already quite clean before that. Perhaps she did clean up a lot of trash, but most of it was taken away by you.”

"And tonight, your plan has come to fruition. You have successfully led your army away from the control of the lower city, seized power, cooperated with the upper city, and wiped out the old lower city."

“You will become the new Lord of the Lower City, instead of living in the shadow of your brother, or under that rigid order.”

Snapped--

Igris clasped her hands together and placed them on her chest with a happy expression.

"It's really good that you sorted all this out in one go. Also, no matter how strong you are, you're definitely not as smart as your brother. At least he knows that maintaining order is not only a good way for most vampires to survive, but also one of the ways to reduce the aggressiveness of the Upper City. You join forces with the Upper City to clear out the old Lower City. When everything is over, you'll be the next one to be dealt with."

Igris blinked and teased playfully.

"How about it? Pretty good, isn't it?"

"To think you're so clever."

He straightened up and listened patiently as Igris finished recounting all her conjectures.

"But what you don't know is that our ambitions are much greater than you imagine, even far greater. Humans always think they know everything, but they underestimate us and they underestimate gluttony."

“We are not vampires. We can certainly continue to use the identity of vampires to disguise ourselves and hide our true selves, but no vampire is born from a bud.”

“We are not vampires, we are a more advanced race, a race from beyond this world.”

"Gluttony represents devouring, power, and constant evolution... My journey has never been confined to the lower city, that place where the light is never seen."

brush--!

He suddenly drew a long silver sword that had always hung at his waist, a deadly weapon that had once killed them, but now he held it tightly in his hand.

"We are no longer afraid of silver and sunlight; we are no longer weak and foolish beasts."

"Tonight belongs to us—the Night of the Longsword!"

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Things: Chapter Thirty-Three, Just kidding!

"Very interesting. I don't know what gives you this confidence. How can you, or rather, all of you, possibly stand against the entire Upper City? Or all of humanity?"

Even though the plan is clear, there are still significant logical problems.