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

Lu Li's hesitation lasted only a moment.


Suddenly, a muddy, filthy hand extended from the swamp, grasping Lu Li's wrist. Anna retaliated in an instant, her invisible force severing the muddy hand. Yet the Spirit-Calling Gun and Fran's bracelet slipped from his grasp, plunging into the mire.


The Spirit-Calling Gun smoked as if it had fallen into lava, and the bracelet was engulfed by the mud, bubbles gurgling to the surface.


More hands reached out from the mire, seizing Lu Li's body, dragging him downwards.


An ethereal fog emerged from the holster of the Spirit-Calling Gun as the swamp fully submerged Lu Li's lower half, creeping up his chest.


Countless, nauseating arms of sludge emerged from the mire, entangling Anna in such a way that she couldn't rescue him.


Three hundred and eighteen. Their guardianship.