She is not an investigator.

"Will we meet again later? I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

She just said everything was fine, but now she's saying she needs help. This isn't just strange, it's downright suspicious.

"Can I ask what the specifics are...?"

"Let's talk about it when you get back. Don't keep them waiting."

Ironically, at this moment, she became concerned about Igris's feelings. However, it was true that dragging things out for too long was not a good thing, so Igris said goodbye and left.

She quickly found the so-called abandoned track. It was a track laid on the road, but most of the metal had been removed, leaving only some wooden structures, making it hard to call it a track at all.

As she continued along the path, a sign with a beer logo came into Iglesias's view; it was the Rotten Coral Bar.

It was bigger, more luxurious, and quieter than Igris had imagined; probably not many people came here.

Upon entering, she quickly found what she was looking for.

A man, wearing a black trench coat, a black top hat, and black trousers, carrying a black leather bag, with a black cane standing next to the table; all he was missing was a pair of sunglasses.

After all, it's hard not to notice someone dressed like that in broad daylight.

"Your package."

Igris walked up to him, placed the flag she was holding on the table in front of him, and pushed it forward.

Did Derain send you?

His voice sounded somewhat indifferent, which probably matched his cold face quite well. As far as Igris was concerned, he was indeed quite good-looking, except for being a little too gloomy.

"I am his assistant, it's an honor to meet you."

Igris politely and kindly extended her hand.

"We'll have plenty of time to spend together in the future, so there's no need to rush into anything."

He glanced at Igris, but instead of taking her hand, he spoke coldly.

Sure enough, his personality, like his appearance, was unspeakable and very impolite.

"Yeah."

Igris slowly withdrew her hand without saying anything more.

"...You're still here?"

“My boss told me that my break time would be after I finished delivering the goods… To be honest, I just wanted to try the wine here.”

Igris didn't like the man in front of her. Besides his rudeness, she was also somewhat uncomfortable with his gloomy aura.

"Ah... the wine here is indeed suitable for you, as light as plain water."

He sneered and tapped the package in his hand lightly.

Have you seen what's inside?

"No."

"It's best to curb your curiosity; it's better for everyone."

“Is that so, Mr. Passa?”

Igris tapped her chin with some distress and placed a wallet on the table under the man's indifferent gaze.

"You dropped it, right?"

"...You are just like your boss, insidious and cunning."

He coldly took back his wallet, not forgetting to check its contents.

"You're very rude. I just accidentally picked up your things."

"Found it on me?"

Pasa stood up, snorted, and prepared to leave the Rotten Coral Bar, but Igris called him back.

“Mr. Passa, although you are indeed very rude, I don’t understand if you are hostile to me because of Mr. Derain, after all, this is only my second day in office.”

Passa stopped, his black cane tapping slowly on the ground, producing a dull sound.

"As I said, we'll have more opportunities to interact in the future, and I'll get to know what kind of person you are."

"Alright, then best of luck, Mr. Passa."

Seeing the smile on Igris's face, Pasa lowered his hat and left the bar without looking back.

It's not a good idea to anger your boss's guest, and judging from Pasa's attitude, he probably doesn't have a very good attitude towards Delien either.

But who cares? Igris is fully responsible for her actions.

The Fools of the Gods—The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Seven, Disordered Time

……

"Hey, I've been wanting to get something to drink here... or maybe buy some to take home. Any recommendations? Preferably something with low alcohol content, I don't like strong liquor."

Inside the bar, Igris didn't leave. Instead, she went to the bar counter and greeted the bartender.

"I'm sorry, I cannot sell alcoholic beverages to minors; that's the rule."

The bartender was a mature-looking woman, but she seemed listless, probably because she hadn't slept well, and she had thick dark circles under her eyes.

Perhaps the bartender's job is indeed very hard? Even though there aren't many customers here.

Do I look like a minor?

Doesn't it look like it?

In response to Igris's questioning, she raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

Igris couldn’t refute her, firstly because she did look very much like a minor, and secondly... she had no evidence to prove that she was indeed an adult.

Igris sighed, somewhat disappointed.

"Then...what about non-alcoholic beverages? That should be fine, right?"

Although it's a bar, these places do sell non-alcoholic drinks, including low-alcohol and spirits, and some shops may even have the owner's private recipes.

However, it seems there isn't any here, so the place actually feels rather deserted.

"Okay... How's the taste? How sweet is it?"

She seemed genuinely impatient, completely lacking the professionalism expected of a bartender and mixologist, even though Igris wasn't actually buying a drink.

"Something a little lighter, I don't really like things that are too sweet."

"As you wish..."

She yawned and turned to look for raw materials.

A moment later, she stood up with a frown, first glancing at Igris who was waiting expectantly, and then said hesitantly.

"You probably won't find what you're looking for here."

"?"

"I mean... I'm sorry, I can't sell you the drink either."

Igris paused, then raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed.

"You're wasting my time. Besides, this is a bar. If you can't sell anything, why even open this place?"

"That's exactly the problem... Sorry, we have to close."

"what?"

Igris wanted to say something more, but the bartender had already started to kick her out, completely ignoring Igris' complaints and doubts.

"Wait... at least tell me why the door suddenly closed?"

The bartender stopped, turned to look at Igris, and said with a strange expression.

"Because... business hours have ended."

"Are you kidding me? Only now..."

Igris looked out the window, but the words she had just spoken suddenly caught in her throat, and she couldn't continue.

At this moment, the sun outside the window had already set.

"As you can see... we have to close down."

She glanced at Igris and spoke slowly under her questioning gaze.

"You should be glad you didn't drink anything... Go outside, get some fresh air... you'll feel better after that..."

She took off her uniform from the store and prepared to leave, but was stopped again by Igris.

"Who are you."

"..."

She loosened her long hair that was tied behind her back, led Igris out of the store, and whispered.

“I’m just a temporary worker, I won’t tell you my name… but we should have a chance to meet again… and someone’s looking for you.”

"what?"

She locked the door and left without looking back, saying nothing more.

Just then, crisp footsteps sounded, drawing Igris' attention from her back to the person in front of her.

It's Pasa.

He walked towards Liu Yueyi and Igris, and at the same time took out his ID.

“Igris, you are accused of being the prime suspect in the disappearance of Krisuna. We need to take you back to the station for investigation.”

"Wait? Krisuna is missing? No... how could that be? We just met..."

Pasa wasn't in the mood to refute her, and simply said it indifferently.

"Around noon, your boss discovered that the flower shop's door was wide open, and the owner, Krisuna, was nowhere to be found. However, a letter with your name on it was found on the counter. After investigation, we were able to confirm that the only person she had contact with before she disappeared was you."

After saying that, Pasa took out his handcuffs.

"You can copy it yourself."

“But everyone here can testify to my alibi. I could never be the murderer, even you know that yourself.”