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

"Mayor Vanster doesn't know what he's doing, letting those fat pig Muggle councilors agree to such an unreasonable ban," complained a corpulent lady in a peacock-like fluffy gown beside the carriage at the tail end of a long convoy under the street lamp.


With a strange accent that might have had something to do with pinching her nose, she continued, "As a result, I now have to stand with these filthy commoners, waiting and departing together."


The crisp sound of horseshoes came from behind. The lady glanced over and saw a tall figure in a raincoat on top of the carriage. Her mood slightly improved, she instructed her butler in a voice loud enough for the figure on the carriage to hear, "Have the servants watch over this carriage. It contains precious farewell gifts for Baron Joseph, my dear friend has been looking forward to them for so long."


The butler summoned a maid with an umbrella and turned to instruct the servants.


Nine. Gazing at the Oddity of Belfast