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 coughing echoed in the cramped cabin.


"Damn it... cough... the temperature." Drenched, Oliver huddled in the corner, clutching his only layer of clothing, shivering uncontrollably from the cold.


He felt as if he were locked in an ice cellar, the iron around him emitted an unbearable cold, his buttocks nearly numbed by the ice.


The oil lamp in front of him emitted a trivial warmth, the temperature felt by Oliver's palm close to the lampshade was so faint it seemed like an illusion.


Oliver shivered, not from fear, but from the cold.


This place was safe. The horrifying Banyan Trees encased this river, Oliver had seen how they treated those who disturbed them, like hundreds of snakes, entwining, tightening, then burrowing into the flesh to feed... No monster dared enter here, except for these monsters themselves.


"But, but this place... is... like a frozen hell."


Oliver muttered through chattering teeth as he looked around the cabin.


Three hundred twenty. Survival