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 leaned against the blurred window, gazing at the tender sprouts of an unknown plant on the windowsill.


Hanging up his coat, Lu Li walked over to the desk with a newspaper in hand.


Anna pursed her lips, resting her chin on her arm, and continued to stare at the fresh green sprouts in the pot.


It was still early, not yet time for dinner.


After zoning out at the window for a while, Anna remembered the novel she was close to finishing and settled back into the sofa to continue reading.


The newspaper was still reporting on the Zainster Port incident, with ambiguous content that seemed only to inform people that something had happened, rather than specify what exactly.


237. Radio story