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

The abundant rain, the melancholic sky, and the complex emotions that they foster.


These are things that appear on a rainy day.


Pessimists usually choose to sigh and lament in gloomy weather rather than on bright sunny days.


Lu Li is not a pessimist, but the world he sees is even worse than that of a pessimist.


The next morning, the rain hadn't weakened from the day before at all, and a torrential downpour enveloped the entire city, as if the lead-gray seawater was hiding behind thick clouds.


If it weren't for the newspaper that arrived a few minutes ago still forecasting rain for next Wednesday, Lu Li would have thought the rainy season had come early.


Thanks to the terrain of Belfast, flooding is almost unseen here, only the rapid water flow rushing along the channels towards the sea.


Anna was cooking in the kitchen, while Lu Li had gone out half an hour beforehand to buy today's ingredients while the market was still open.


202. Raimy's Request