"Soul trading?"
"Hell?"
Lu Xin, Gecko, and Han Bing all listened intently to Investigator Xia Chong. Yet no matter how they looked at it, they had never expected to understand so little of what Xia Chong was saying. How could souls be sold? And what did she mean by creating a real hell?
After a pause, Gecko asked curiously, "Are you using those words as a metaphor for something?"
Xia Chong shook her head. "No. I mean exactly what the words say: the trading of souls."
"And hell is no different from what you understand. It is eternally dark, ravaged by gloomy winds, with endless wailing and shrieking in your ears. Strange and mysterious things emerge one after another. You can see the dead there, and you can witness the ultimate judgment. To a certain extent, they are building the final destination understood by ordinary people—a place every living person will eventually reach..."
"..."
The people from Qinggang immediately wore even stranger expressions.
How could souls be traded?
And how could hell be built?
Had Central City never taught elementary physics?
Where were there any souls?
Although the existence of mental entities had been confirmed after the Crimson Moon Event, mental entities and souls were still vastly different.
"This matter is complicated to explain."
Xia Chong said, "I can only suggest that you understand it literally. A soul is a soul, and hell is the place people go after they die. This mission was the first one the Research Institute assigned me after I participated in that incident involving the Black Table in Buffalo City."
"After that mission, I gained their recognition and was able to join a special investigation department under the Research Institute. My position was raised by one level, which meant I could work directly