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

Fragmented souls hardly counted as ghosts, they didn't even possess consciousness, merely lingering around Lu Li by instinct.


Lu Li pushed aside the gun holster and grasped the handle of the Redemption Gun. The moment he drew the Spirit-Calling Gun and the Sanity Value Counter clicked, he threw it toward the drifting fragmented soul.


Even ghosts couldn't withstand the embodiment of redemption. The fragmented soul melted like snow, disappearing completely. The Spirit-Calling Gun traced an arc before clanging onto the deck.


Perhaps because the soul was not whole, there was no Death Retrace.


Lu Li frowned slightly. As the fragmented soul vanished, he suddenly felt as though he had gained something and yet gained nothing.


Having no time to sense what he had gained, Lu Li looked up at the shell held aloft by Anna.


Forty. The so-called "redemption