She is not an investigator.

Furthermore, in extremely dangerous situations, a crowbar can even be used as a makeshift weapon, and those who have used it all say it's excellent.

So the sense of familiarity Igris felt when she saw the crowbar was like finding a gun in a horror game, or even more exciting.

"Alright... at least this thing should be less noisy to use."

Rag didn't want to comment, after all, the other party certainly didn't look like an ordinary girl, it was already very obvious when she pulled out that gun.

Who would instinctively draw their gun when encountering a stranger? This is no lawless place.

"So you actually used this thing to kill everyone?"

Igris weighed the crowbar in her hand and suddenly asked Rag in a light tone.

Ragnarok did kill everyone in one loop, but with this? Are you kidding me? He's not Superman.

"I tampered with those fire extinguishers, turning them into giant bombs that nearly destroyed half of the castle. Most of the people died in the collapse. I also set fire to the surrounding grasslands so they wouldn't have a chance to escape... But Nan Ke was a bit of a problem. It took me a lot of effort to knock him unconscious, and in the end, I just threw him into the fire."

Lagerskirt, in fact, doesn't know the meaning of what he's saying. Maybe he's just venting his deepest resentment. His mind has long been damaged. In one cycle after another, he has lost most of his humanity. And everything he's doing now is just to escape from here.

That's all he wanted.

"Then you probably haven't experienced it."

Igris swung the crowbar in her hand, making a very skillful striking motion in mid-air, feeling the crowbar cutting through the air, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What to experience?"

Rag didn't want to get close to the woman; his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was much more dangerous than she appeared.

"Just like I did, smash the other person's head open with the top of the crowbar, and then press it down."

Igris gestured with the crowbar in mid-air and then swung it upwards again.

"Then, just hit him in the chin, and you can easily take someone down."

Igris shook her wrist, looking somewhat nostalgic for the old days.

“I’m not interested in that kind of thing.”

"After killing their first person, people will experience some psychological trauma. Although this trauma may disappear quickly or accompany them for the rest of their lives, depending on their psychological resilience and adaptability, it does cause some killers to exhibit a completely different side from ordinary people. Many serial killers are unable to overcome their mental trauma and experience an uncontrollable sense of pleasure and excitement after their first killing, which compels them to continue killing, an endless killing spree."

Igris slung the crowbar over her shoulder and glanced casually at Rag, whose pace was slowing down.

"But don't worry, I'm not going to judge you, that has nothing to do with me. But you'd better not set your sights on me either. Like you, I just want to get out of here right now."

"...I don't understand what you're saying."

Igris had no intention of continuing the conversation. After all, she wasn't very familiar with this man, and besides, he seemed rather erratic. So she simply turned around calmly and walked towards the entrance to the basement.

Igris really liked the feel of the crowbar in her hand. It was just like the legendary crowbar that Igris had always dreamed of owning. Not only was it not as rough as she had imagined, but it also felt exceptionally secure in her hand. She didn't have to worry about it slipping out of her hand due to insufficient friction, nor would she hurt her hand because of the rusty surface. Its size and weight were also almost a perfect fit for Igris's current type, who was not particularly tall and had relatively little strength.

Although this crowbar isn't brand new, you can tell from its top that it's primarily used for prying open harder objects, which exposes the silvery-white metal surface on top, rather than the cheap-looking coating.

From any perspective, Igris was very satisfied with this crowbar, but unfortunately, it was unlikely to remain in Igris's hands forever.

Like most investigators, Igris's equipment was mostly disposable.

"How do you plan to pry open this door? This isn't the kind of door that's simply locked with a chain."

Rag looked at Igris, who was standing in front of the basement door with a crowbar, inspecting it. He couldn't believe that she could open the door, which was almost impossible to see, with just a crowbar and without making much noise.

If it were Ragnarok, he would probably just smash the lock with a crowbar and then open the door, but that would obviously make too much noise, so it would be better to just use a gun.

"Professional work should be left to professionals."

Igris braced the crowbar against the lock in a bizarre way, and then released it amidst Rag's increasingly astonished gaze.

"?"

The crowbar remained stuck in the door lock, not moving an inch.

"and then?"

Then, the door opened.

Igris stepped on the crowbar, and with the sound of the metal latch coming loose, the lock was broken in half, and the locked door slowly opened in front of the two of them.

"Now I should go and see if that friend still remembers me."

The Gods' Fool's Play - The Castle's Invitation: Chapter Twenty-Eight, As Expected

"It's so dark...aren't there any lights?"

"It looks like this is your first time here."

Igris continued down the dark stairs without a care, while Rag stopped after only two steps, too afraid to go any further.

In such a dark environment, if he were to grit his teeth and walk in, he would probably fall very badly.

"Why did you insist on coming here? What secret is hidden here that can help us escape?"

Rag's voice came from far behind Igris, it seemed he had no intention of coming down. But indeed, even if he did come down, he probably wouldn't be able to see anything, not everyone has the clear night vision that Igris has.

"That's it."

Igris was not lying, after all, if she guessed correctly, the creature living in that mirror was most likely unaffected by the cycle.

Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to say that the wife, Igris, was still in the process of going through the previous four stages.

After all, from Igris's perspective, which did not experience the cycle, five days ago she was still in Maulkenson, trying to resolve the double-moon disaster, instead of already preparing to set off with Olivia.

But since the Mirror Demon has revealed everything it experienced in the loop, can it also be understood that it can see everything that others in this loop experience at different times, things that they themselves cannot see?

If that's the case, then it can provide a lot of information, such as finding out why Olivia suddenly appeared in this loop.

This is likely their chance to directly access the gap in this infinite loop.

Igris skillfully approached the quiet mirror leaning against the wall and gently tapped the frame of the mirror with the crowbar in her hand.

Just as she had anticipated, her reflection in the mirror quickly changed, from an expression that was exactly the same as Igris's to one that was somewhat confused and surprised.

"Oh... I see you again. I thought I'd never have the chance again."

The Mirror Demon greeted Igris, then struggled to emerge from the mirror and dusted itself off.

"That feeling was awful... I thought I was going to die, but I just fell asleep? Or did you send me back?"

The Mirror Demon probably didn't understand what had happened, nor why the mirror it had shattered itself had been completely restored. It only felt that all its senses had disappeared for a certain period of time, and when everything returned, Igris reappeared before it, and it reappeared in this dark and sunless basement.

“You’re not asleep, but I don’t know how to explain it to you… Maybe everything we went through is happening all over again? So your mirror is still intact, I didn’t take you out, and I didn’t even find a way to leave.”

Igris was patient enough to explain to the Mirror Demon, since it was likely more reliable than Rag as an ally. At least because of its title, it wouldn't betray Igris easily. Furthermore, its ability to be unaffected by the cycle and its capacity to read other people's experiences made it a very good ally for Igris.

Most importantly, it's more pleasing to the eye than Lag, after all, Igris has always thought she is quite pretty.

"You mean, we're trapped inside this sky?"

"Not today, but these three days. From the moment I arrived here until the end of the birthday party, we have been trapped in this period of time."

The Mirror Demon understood things faster than Igris had imagined. Perhaps it just lacked some common sense, but it was almost no different from an ordinary person.

"Who are you talking to?!"

Just then, Rag's voice came from the upper floor of the stairs. He had most likely overheard Igris and the Mirror Demon's conversation, and his voice carried a hint of anxiety and fear.

Igris's hearing is quite sensitive. Rag is probably worried that Igris might develop some kind of mental illness in this kind of place, such as schizophrenia, which would make the investigation more difficult.

After all, he hadn't expected there to be a mirror demon in the basement. So, in his eyes, Igris was either talking to him or talking to herself. The mirror demon was also imitating Igris's voice, so what reached his ears was clearly Igris asking and answering herself.

Why don't you come down and take a look?

Although he probably won't be able to see it when he gets down there.

"Who is that? Your new helper?"

"I guess so. Never mind all that, I'll just take you away the way I always have."

The Mirror Demon glanced at the mirror, then at its own childish hands, and shook its head.

"It hurts too much, you do it."

"It seems your physical abilities depend on the character you're playing? Then why don't you become a bit stronger?"

"It doesn't look good."

What a casual reason! No wonder this guy has almost always appeared looking like Igris. Does he think her appearance is prettier than others?

"Looking good is useless."

Igris tossed the crowbar in her hand, shoved the obstructing mirror demon aside, and then smashed the crowbar against the mirror. The fragile mirror shattered instantly, turning into shards and fragments scattered all over the ground.

"It's so fragmented, there aren't any pieces I like."

The Mirror Demon crouched on the ground, carefully rummaging through a pile of debris for mirror fragments. In the end, he only found a palm-sized fragment that looked somewhat acceptable, and handed it to Igris.

"Alright, let's go."

"You don't need to hide anymore, just come out with me like this."

Igris didn't intend to hide the Mirror Demon from Rag, lest he really think that Igris had lost her mind and was hiding in a dark basement, asking and answering herself or something.

As the Mirror Demon walked out of the underground room, Balagu was stunned and stood frozen on the ground. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and finally took two steps back in fear, his whole body trembling. He seemed to be terrified.

After all, it did look a bit...incongruous to have two completely identical people appearing in front of him.

"Am I finally...?" (Erjiuqiliu%jiu?Yin+san〧8?Is he going crazy...?)

"Unfortunately, not yet. As you can see, there is another me here."

But Igris snapped her fingers lightly, and the Mirror Demon beside her immediately understood and transformed into Rag's appearance.

"It could also be another version of you."

"Oh my god..."

Rag seemed to have rarely experienced such supernatural events. Even though he had been trapped in this cycle for a long time, he probably still didn't have much ability to adapt, and his face looked very pale.

"You need to adjust. Everything happening around you is abnormal enough. At least you can kill everyone without batting an eye, right?"

It's hard to say whether Igris was comforting Rag; her approach was probably a bit too hardcore, but it did calm Rag down.

"You're right... So what else could it do that would make you go through all this trouble to come here and pry open this door?"

Igris didn't speak, but looked at the Mirror Demon beside her.

The Mirror Demon closed its eyes as if in perfect unison, began to recall, and then quickly opened its eyes again.

"I didn't see anything."