I am the righteous path.

A door unfolded before him.
Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within.
The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear.
The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests.
They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party.
Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering.
He had no reason to refuse.

Detective Agency of the Bizarre

Anna and Count Dracula fundamentally differed.


The former had truly existed in this world and possessed a human identity. As for Dracula, from the moment his consciousness was born, it existed within a painting, devoid of memories of having a mortal form—or perhaps it was never human at all.


However, it was necessary to wait for the merchant to appear to confirm which kind of existence it was, after all, only humans could become ghosts.


On the way back, Lu Li passed by the burnt library, unchanged since his last visit and still attracting no attention.


As he passed, Lu Li felt an innocuous sensation of being watched and recalled the resentful spirit hidden in the basement beneath the ruins.


Lu Li tilted his head slightly, hearing a faint humming sound in the void beside him that only he could discern.


With Anna there, he no longer needed to avoid contact with this resentful spirit.


But not now, Lu Li was waiting for a better incident.


186. Trade