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

[My brother and I received your reply in Belfast. Yes, we made it inside; the soldiers didn't check the carriages.]


[We had just visited the Detective Agency when we got your letter. The Longhouse Night Watch said you had left earlier. It's such a pity; we nearly brushed past each other. It's all my brother's fault—if his other body were lighter, we could have arrived in Belfast sooner and maybe even been of help to you.]


[I'm writing this letter to ask the Night Watch to slip it through the gap in the Detective Agency's door, and then we'll head to the refuge you mentioned, the cliff in Elm Forest, right? We'll wait there for your return.]


[Wait, my brother has something to say to you, he wants to write it himself.]


The handwriting then changed to a scribble, full of typos and scratches, and words stained with blood.


It could be that Jimmy was illiterate, or his condition didn't allow him to write properly.


11. Raimy and Jimmy