The Bizarre Detective Agency

A fountain pen, stained with ink, was held in a hand and paused on the paper.

“Mr. Lu Li, you can start now.”

The psychologist looked up, signaling to the black-haired man sitting across from him.

Outside the window was a view of the harbor, its outline barely visible under the gray and gloomy weather shrouding Rodster Port.

The chimneys in the industrial district had been silent for days, yet the eerie mist still lingered over Belfast.

“It’s a long story,” the black-haired man, called Lu Li, said.

The psychologist didn’t mind. “Take your time. There’s still plenty of time before nightfall.”

The man nodded and, after a brief silence, spoke slowly.

“I am an exorcist.”