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 tilted his head towards Anna, who was holding an oil lamp.


The "gate" should have transitioned from "listening" to "seeing" in its second phase, but just to be sure, Lu Li still needed to confirm.


Anna nodded slightly, and Lu Li continued reading the content behind.


[The flames of revenge are about to sweep through, and you and your closest ones will be burned by the hellfire—just kidding.]


Upon reading this, he could confirm that the letter was indeed from Richard.


[Just scaring you a bit. If you see this message, I should have been killed by you, the executioner, but maybe the merciful savior, Richard, spared you, you despicable thief.]


[Either way, I have something I need you to do. You can consider this an order, although if that term offends your delicate sensibilities, treat it as a plea instead.]


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