She is not an investigator.

The man's expression suddenly hardened, and he was about to raise his hand to do something when a shot struck his wrist, completely thwarting his plans to make any underhanded moves.

However, this did indeed serve as a reminder to Momokawa.

"I can't let you get away..."

She picked up the man's gun from the ground and also picked up the magazine that had fallen to the ground, then reloaded it.

He then pulled the trigger on his leg.

Two gunshots rang out, but the man didn't utter a sound. His face turned bright red, and it was clear that he was trying very hard to hold back.

"It's okay, just scream if it hurts, otherwise you might not have another chance later."

"There's no way I can tell you anything!"

Momokawa held the dagger, his expression somewhat strange.

She felt like she might be the villain, but it didn't matter. After all, now was the time for her to enjoy herself, and she could worry about self-blame later.

Do you know what human eyes are used for?

The man paused, then suddenly had a bad feeling.

Momokawa let down his bangs, covered his eyes, and revealed his left eye.

"My left eye is for forgetting you."

"?"

“Okay, it’s not funny… Igris said I have a bad sense of humor, and it seems to be true.”

She was somewhat reluctant to admit it, but it seemed she had no choice but to.

Momokawa twirled the dagger in her hand and then plunged it into the man's eye socket.

"Ahhhh!"

Because it was so sudden, the man was completely unprepared, and the intense pain reached its peak in an instant, causing him to finally howl in agony.

"That's more like it... it wouldn't be fun without that kind of sound."

Momokawa carefully took out the dagger and gouged out half of the eyeball, then looked at the other half with a puzzled expression.

"That's fine..."

"Ahhh! Kill me! Kill me!!"

Momokawa was satisfied with his reaction; after all, a moving, screaming creature was always more interesting than a motionless wooden figure.

"This dagger won't kill you. It's an anomalous item that can only cause you pain and inflict wounds, but you shouldn't die."

Momokawa brandished the dagger in his hand again, revealing a warm and considerate smile.

"So you don't need to worry about losing consciousness."

"You...! Ugh!"

He seemed to want to swear, but Momokawa didn't like swearing or being insulted, so he simply plunged the dagger into his other eye socket.

"Next, let's play a game. I'll ask a question, and you answer it. If I'm satisfied, I'll pull the dagger out a little. If I'm not satisfied, I'll hold the dagger and swirl it around in your eye socket."

Momokawa cleared his throat with a light cough and spoke slowly.

"You are a believer in blood worship, aren't you?"

"I can't possibly tell you anything!"

Momokawa stirred the liquid with the dagger as if he were playing with a hand-cranked generator, getting his hand covered in the strange liquid. He then rubbed it on himself with some disgust.

"The second question is, where is your ceremony location? This question is very important, you'd better answer it, or you'll be in even worse shape."

"me…"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if the extreme pain had made his mind confused, and he couldn't remember the specific address for a while.

"The countdown has started, three."

"It's right here! There's a wooden cabin not far away, and the basement is under the bed. It's right there!"

"That's a good answer."

Momokawa was satisfied and pulled the dagger out a little. The man trembled with excitement, though it might just be from the pain.

"The third question is, how many of you are there?"

"There are about a thousand believers... the food is for the ordinary people, about three thousand in total... there are three divine children, although one has gone missing... that's all..."

"So many people? How big must that basement be to hold so many people?"

"No, no, no, there aren't that many people there. Only about thirty are guarding the area. The rest are hiding. They won't gather together again until we prepare for the next migration..."

"Oh... so what's the signal that you're gathering?"

"I don't know... but someone will know, and they'll inform everyone where to start..."

The man swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked.

"I can tell you everything I know... Please, just pull it out..."

Momokawa knew that his rationality wouldn't allow him to hold on for much longer, but he had long since lost any chance of surviving.

"One last question. Ask this and I'll kill you."

"Okay...okay, thank you...thank you..."

He should thank Momokawa.

"Have you seen... anything resembling a knight? Or, a headless horse?"

The man shook his head.

No, I've never seen it before.

"I see."

Given his appearance, it was unlikely he was lying, so there was no point in Momokawa asking any further questions.

She pulled out the dagger and, without hesitation, raised her hand and fired a bullet at him, allowing him to leave with a little more happiness.

After all, a person who suffers a fatal wound from a dagger, even if they don't die immediately, will eventually fall into mental confusion due to increasingly sensitive bodies and more intense pain, ultimately making it no different from being dead.

So he really has to thank Momokawa for his kindness.

"So... the knight is fake? But I clearly saw him..."

Momokawa muttered something as he wiped the dagger on the man's clothes and picked up all the remaining bullets from the group.

Searching for corpses was also a good habit she developed.

However, she was still a little disappointed, after all, knights sounded really cool.

She had only heard of similar anomalies like the Headless Horseman, but had never actually seen one herself. She had hoped to see it with her own eyes this time, but in the end, she was disappointed.

But never mind, Momokawa might as well start considering retreating.

She wouldn't be an idiot to personally go to the ceremony and fight against more than thirty cultists who appeared to be carrying firearms. She is very confident in herself, but that doesn't mean she thinks she's a superhero.

So, it's time to go back.

"Let's call the police while we're at it."

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Twenty-Five, Fate or Dream?

Compared to the way in, the way out was much simpler, and quite coincidentally, Momokawa met Igris at the entrance to the forest.

Before Igris could even go looking for her, she had already returned. It was hard to say whether to be surprised or relieved.

"Did you come because you were worried about me?"

Momokawa waved to Igris and seemed to be in a good mood.

Igris didn't answer, but simply glanced at her to make sure she was alright before turning to leave.

"Aren't you going to say anything to me?"

"I expect you to be responsible for your own safety. I don't often care about others unless that person is frequently in danger."

Igris' tone was not good, because she was a little angry, but there didn't seem to be any reason to be angry.

After all, she came back safe and sound.

"I can tell you some information that will be helpful to you."

Ignoring Igris's distant behavior, Momokawa took the initiative to come to her side and tilted his head to speak.

"It's also very helpful for the police."

Igris glanced at Momokawa, and finally nodded.

"Go ahead."

"Of course I can tell you, but there's a condition."

Igris frowned; she didn't like the feeling of being asked to negotiate with her.

Before Igris could ask, she continued speaking.

"The condition is that you have to forgive me."

"...I don't blame you."

It's strange, she seems to care a little too much about Igris's feelings.

"The disappearances in the city were indeed caused by blood worship, and there will be more of them. They need fresh blood to be sacrificed to the god's son to communicate with the gods. If successful, we may see a super butcher."

"Linlu Siqi Xia Er?〥Ba Jun," Yang Taochuan shrugged, pretending to be relaxed.

"However, this probably won't be so easy to succeed. After all, a large loss of people will definitely attract attention, and sooner or later, the police will be watching the people walking around the city... You understand what I mean, right?"

She was trying to persuade Igris not to get involved, saying the police would handle everything.

In any case, this danger is not something she can easily resolve on her own.

Unless danger comes knocking on her door, she really has no intention of actively seeking it out.

"Let's go back."

Igris pulled at her collar, hiding her face.