Old Mo had really been ousted?
What kind of joke was this?
Then who was that person who had spoken with me before?
Lake found it hard to believe.
After all...
Old Mo had only just been planning to send him away so he could secretly make a move behind his back. Yet before he could do anything, he had kicked the bucket himself?
That couldn't be.
Lake looked at the manor in the distance, thought for a moment, then turned his gaze toward Hellboy, whose stomach was still cramping. He decided to get the situation in Hell straight first.
Old Mo was his friend, and more than that, a close confidant for a time. How could he let Old Mo die without knowing why? For all he knew, even his bones were gone, without so much as a gravestone.
Hell had to give him an explanation.
"Speak."
Lake looked at Hellboy, who was bracing himself against his knees and struggling to recover. He shook his head. "Forget it. I'll do it myself. Don't resist!"
"What..."
"Boom!"
Before Hellboy could finish, there was a buzzing sound, and he suddenly felt that his consciousness, which had been like a private sea, had become public waters. Someone was swimming through it as they pleased.
Thirty seconds later.
Lake left Hellboy's consciousness.
Hellboy regained control of his body. He looked up at Lake, then lowered his head to look at himself before asking, "What did you see in there?"
Lake waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry. I have no interest in gossiping about or learning your particular quirks. I only care about what happened to Hell."
Hellboy: "..."
What happened to Hell?
That was a good question.
Hellboy did not actually know the details, but one thing was certain: Hell had undergone a