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

Lu Li had encountered the Mist of Strangeness before, when he first met Anna in the gallery.


Back then, not everything was as bad as it is now, the world, the Mist of Strangeness itself, and Anna…


The faint coughing of children seemed to stamp through the corridor; the Long House was much quieter than usual.


Desperate cries that could barely be made out sounded; it was said that a woman's husband was trapped at the harbor, a pitiful situation.


The voice from the radio was intermittent and noisy.


Lu Li reached out to adjust the frequency, trying to make the voice clearer.


This wasn't a special broadcast, the content was aimed at all the public in Belfast City.


A faint smell of burning wood drifted from the kitchen; Anna had nearly lighted everything that could be burned in the Detective Agency, except for the house itself.


There were three oil lamps emitting steady yet faint light, the stove in the kitchen, and a few candles.


Fifty-three. Candle head