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 ghost's eyes carried a sense of bewilderment, like a person with missing memories, trying to recall.


[Brown long hair, wearing a white floral long dress when she disappeared. If anyone sees her, please go to 43 Parrot Street to find us, we beg you.]


"What about her..." Alice turned her head woodenly, her gaze falling next to Lu Li.


Alice looked back at Lu Li, the confusion in her eyes shimmering: "I've forgotten how I died..."


When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing under a streetlight, saw the poster, and the carriage that came driving through from the rainy street.


"But dead... then let it be..." Alice lifted her arm, looking at her ethereal palm as if she had let go of something, her eyes now containing a touch more humanity: "Could I ask you a favor?"


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