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 Jones Brothers' residence had poor sound insulation, and muffled voices could be heard coming from the other side of the wall.


After a brief encounter with them, Lu Li went to the old craftsman's dwelling.


The room was still cluttered with no place to set foot, and the old craftsman was sitting on the corner bed, holding a pipe, his eyes squinting through the swirling smoke as he looked at Lu Li and pointed to the door, "Take a look and see if it fits."


The wind outside, reminiscent of shrieking cranes, seemed to have no effect on the old craftsman.


Lu Li turned his head and picked up the handcrafted piece the old craftsman was pointing to.


The metal pipes, showing obvious rough join marks, twisted extending in a way that resembled ancient runes.


233. Calm before the storm