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 viscous dripping sound intruded upon the slowly awakening consciousness.


Opening his eyes, the oil lamp at his side emitted a faint glow, protecting Lu Li from being invaded by darkness.


Where light met shadow, the illusory figure of a woman in a white dress floated, with a trace of concern residing deep within her indifferent eyes.


Back in the cabin, Lu Li sat on a barstool in front of the dining room bar, appearing there abruptly without any warning, just as Anna had said.


"Yeah, I'll go back and tell you what happened."


Picking up the floating oil lamp, Lu Li walked to the edge of the rotting flesh pile where the underground door had once appeared. The door was open, but just like the first time with the closet, there was only an ordinary storage room beneath the wooden boards.


Suddenly, a remnant shadow darted out of the storage room, merging into Lu Li's forehead before Anna could intervene.


Fifty-One. The Coming of the Mist of Strangeness