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 sound of water drops echoed in the hall.


"Is this a good thing or a bad thing for him?"


"Both," Tesla replied, holding down the brim of his hat. He picked up the processed firewood by the fireplace, tossing it casually into the blaze. Sitting up straight, he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief and said, "The good thing is that he survived, the bad thing is that he is no longer human."


Crackling sounds of burning came from the fireplace.


Lu Li inquired, "Because of resistance?"


Two hundred and eighty-one. Psychic Talent