What's Wrong with the Witch

"What? You're saying my customers are all evil gods? Absolutely impossible!" Faced with the Foundation investigator's questioning, Mu Qiqi shook her head in denial. "Look, they're all very kind customers. They always come quietly to drink coffee and never cause any trouble." The Foundation investigator looked at the bar. He saw countless eyeballs opening on a person's head. He saw a person opening a demonic maw, from which black tentacles grew. He saw an indescribable, suffocating mist emanating from a person's body. Countless unimaginable, insane babblings assaulted his mind. His sanity plummeted! "Is this really okay..." Unable to endure for even a second, the Foundation investigator screamed and fled the coffee shop like a madman. "This person is really strange. Is he sick?" Mu Qiqi shook her head helplessly, then suddenly realized something: "Could it be that my identity as a witch has been discovered?"