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 detestable blood-red clouds covered the sky, and the blood rain fell, saturating the barren trees and the ground with blood-like veins, devoid of any signs of life.


At some point, faint panting and disordered footsteps emanated from a low hill in the swamp.


The footsteps quickly became clearer, and then suddenly, a figure burst out of the dark opening of the low hill and fell.


Oliver tumbled into the mud mixed with blood rain, a matchbox fell from his hand, and two matches scattered into the mud.


Oliver turned over, gasping heavily, his eyes wide with fear, staring intently at the dark passage from which he had fled.


In the dark, lightless tunnel, something dark and sinister dissipated reluctantly, making one want to flee at all costs.


313. Oliver's Struggle