She is not an investigator.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thugs: Concluded!

It's that time of year again for the end-of-volume celebration! Although I have absolutely no idea what to say this time, I'll still do it as a tradition.

The updates to this book have slowed down recently, and many people have given me feedback on this, saying that I've become lazy.

That's right! (crossed out)

Actually, it's because I impulsively started another new book, so if I'm working on two projects at once, the updates for this book will be a little slower.

It went from about 300,000 to 150,000 a month, with the other half going to the new book.

However, you don't need to worry about the issue of switching between writing two books at once. Even if I really can't continue writing, I will prioritize finishing this book, since this is my first book to reach a million views.

Although the end of this book is still a long way off, it feels like I could write it for a lifetime.

So, if you're interested, you can try checking out my new book.

Ghana.

A bizarre stage play – The Prideful Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter One, The Legendary Forest

Legend has it that from time to time, enchanting songs can be heard deep within the Black Forest.

But no one has ever dared to follow the song deeper into its source.

In the story, people see the voice as the witch's seduction, which attracts and kills anyone who tries to approach it.

Of course, the veracity of these stories is unknown, but most of them are probably used to scare children, in order to keep them as far away from the forest as possible to prevent them from encountering danger or getting lost.

As for whether witches are actually related to sorceresses, that remains unknown.

However, tracing the history and era of this legend, and considering the witch's past experiences and status, it is indeed possible that there is a strong connection.

As for why this is being brought up, we have to talk about why Igris came to Secrecy in the first place.

A major reason for this is that it's not just a hidden reaction that has occurred here.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps not, but in any case, Igris once again embarked on a journey to find a new treasure, and it was very close.

So at this very moment, she is deep within that legendary Black Forest.

"The fragrant spring? ~ The lush summer? ~ The fruitful autumn? ~ The slumbering winter of the forest? ~" (Excerpt from "Witch Hunt")

Just like in the legend, songs did indeed come from the forest.

The singing was light and cheerful, with an upward slant at the end, carrying a touch of girlish playfulness and a somewhat indescribable sense of the bizarre.

Perhaps it's because the people who sang this song were all somewhat...special?

"Stop singing, it's too noisy."

The forest ranger interrupted Igris's humming without hesitation, restoring the forest to its usual tranquility.

"You're really going too far. In this kind of environment, you won't even let me do anything that could barely ease the overly cold atmosphere."

Iglesias's singing is hardly noise. Thanks to her exceptional vocal qualities, even if she doesn't deliberately alter her voice and sing tunes that are hardly music, it's hard to say that her singing is unpleasant.

Yes, she is like a princess in a fairy tale. She not only has a rare and beautiful appearance, but also a very good voice. She is the kind of person who can sing in a princess play anytime, anywhere.

Unfortunately, the manager didn't quite appreciate it, perhaps because she was too familiar with this kind of sound, leading to a certain degree of aesthetic fatigue.

"Stop wasting your time. Are you really planning to spend the night here? In this season, mosquitoes can bite you all over in one night."

The caretaker was always very strict, even though she wasn't bothered by the mosquitoes, she still considered Igris's refinement and perfection.

"Maybe I could sing a song to the mosquitoes to stop them from attacking me? Okay, I'm just kidding, but we've already gone down this road three times, haven't we?"

Igris touched the tree trunk in front of her; her mark was still there.

The forest wasn't very dense; you could even see the sun overhead when you looked up. There wasn't any dark, damp, or unpleasant environment, let alone any poisonous insects or wild beasts.

But it was in this forest, which seemed so positive and uplifting, that Igris got lost.

If she didn't suddenly decide to take a detour or completely change direction while walking, then she shouldn't have reappeared here under any circumstances.

In such a situation, Igris would generally consider three possibilities.

First, what anomalies have caused this forest's overall structure to change to some extent?

Secondly, Igris was corrupted by something hidden, causing her to completely lose her direction. Even though she thought she was moving forward, she was actually going around in circles.

Third, it was Nyarlathotep who did it.

In conclusion, Igris felt that the third possibility was the most likely, after all, that lecherous old man always liked to trip her up behind her back, and he had done so once even when they were in Secrecy.

So this time, perhaps it will be no exception.

"Since you know you're just going in circles, why aren't you worried at all?"

Igris has a very good way of answering this question.

"Because we are not in any danger at the moment, and the environment of this forest is not too bad, even if we are lost, we can still live here for quite a long time. In addition, most importantly, there is no use in being anxious."

"Besides draining our physical strength, making us feel lethargic, and causing mental trauma, it will hardly help at all, so I would rather you try to enjoy this trip full of surprises."

As she spoke, Igris once again bypassed the large tree where she had left her mark and continued forward.

For Igris, she had indeed been to far more harsh environments than this. When she was an investigator, she had gotten lost countless times in extreme environments such as swamps, deserts, and ice fields.

However, she has always been very lucky, and she always manages to save herself before she dies.

Therefore, compared to other places, such a lush and spacious forest is indeed not much different from a vacation.

So she's not really worried about the current situation.

Of course, she wasn't planning to do nothing.

"Mirror Demon".

As Igris's voice fell, a small black head instantly popped out of her pocket.

A little crow hopped out and landed on Igris's shoulder, shook its wings, and nuzzled Igris's cheek.

"It's time for you to lend a hand again. How about you go scout out the way for me?"

Igris tapped the Mirror Demon's little head with her finger, and the demon squealed and quickly flew into the sky, hovering above Igris's head.

Compared to the much darker dense forest, this level of forest still allows one to discern some routes from the sky. Of course, this doesn't mean that if it were a dense forest, Igris would be completely helpless.

However, that would come at a high price.

For example, a forest might disappear from the world.

With the guidance of the Mirror Demon, such a cruel thing is unlikely to happen.

Let's attribute the accumulated merits to the Mirror Demon.

"I wonder if there really are witches here."

Igris sighed and also expressed her opinion on the legend.

In this respect, she still has a childlike heart, actually being willing to believe such stories that are meant to fool children.

However, if it really exists, it might explain why there are traces of hidden treasures in the forest.

A bizarre stage play – The Prideful Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter Two, The Dream of the White Dove

After continuing forward for about two minutes, the road ahead began to look unfamiliar.

They successfully left the area and never saw the large tree that had left the mark again.

This was something to be happy about, because they had finally made progress, but the Mirror Demon in the sky fell down, transformed into a human figure, and stood in front of Igris.

"If we go any further, I won't be able to get down. The trees overhead are getting denser and denser. If this continues, I'll lose you. I don't want to be separated from you for too long..."

Ever since separating from Igris in the Arctic, the Mirror Demon has become unusually clingy.

But there's nothing wrong with that; at least Igris doesn't find it annoying.

"Of course it's okay, you just need to stay by my side."

The Mirror Demon's expression brightened, and it suddenly lunged at Igris.

However, before she could rush into Igris's arms, her body transformed into a white rabbit.

It has to be said that the Mirror Demon is really good at acting cute. At least she knows what form she needs to take to snuggle into Igris's arms so that Igris won't easily push her away.

Although Igris doesn't actually particularly like rabbits.

Holding the Mirror Demon in her arms, Igris continued walking towards the road ahead. Compared to the area where she had just entered the forest, this place was darker, and the path was narrower.

Perhaps only a few people can actually reach this place? So, the reason why Igris got lost before might be due to the special nature of this forest itself, rather than a setup specifically designed for her?

This way of thinking does make some sense, but Igris doesn't really want to think that much. High-intensity investigation and exploration are exhausting, and if possible, Igris would like to have some opportunities to relax.

"Cuckoo."

A clear voice suddenly came from behind Igris, causing her to stop in her tracks.

She turned around and saw a white pigeon that had landed on the ground, quietly staring at her, occasionally shaking its head and fluttering its wings.

It's quite rare to see a lone pigeon, especially a white one with such beautiful markings. Perhaps it's someone's pet? Maybe it's gotten lost in this forest?

There are quite a few people who raise pigeons, and these clever little creatures rarely fail to return home unless something unexpected happens.

So, something unexpected has happened?

"Sweet little guy, do you need my help?"

Igris crouched down and extended her finger toward the white dove in front of her.

It first jumped back, then looked at Igris's finger and gently nudged it with its beak.

It meant no harm, and neither did Igris, especially since she was a rare person who particularly loved small animals.

"Let me see—oh, your wing is scratched."

The pigeon was held quietly in Igris's hand without struggling, and a bright red mark on its wing was particularly noticeable, most likely because it had been accidentally scratched by something sharp.

Of course, it's also worth mentioning the little carrier pigeon hanging on its little claw, which means that it does indeed have its own owner and is a pet carrier pigeon.

The poor little guy probably wouldn't have been able to return to his owner if he hadn't met Igris.

Fortunately, Igris is now a part-time veterinarian, and she is very confident that she can completely heal this injury, which does not seem to be serious.

So she really can cure it.

"Cuckoo."