The burning ghost was sent away. As it vanished, it swirled into the vortex of flames like toilet paper being flushed down a toilet.
"I thought he was an innocent, decent man. Who knew that as a bodyguard, he helped Machine Head procure women and was so depraved himself? Hmph!"
The moment Jesse saw the man disappear, she voiced her thoughts. At first, she had wondered why Deathstroke and Enchantress had been so certain that the man's soul was in Hell. Now that she had seen it, he truly had been guilty.
"That doesn't matter, little sister. At a time like this, even saints fall into Hell when they die, because Heaven has closed its doors." Albera found the girl's innocence amusing and patted her head. Matters concerning souls were actually very complicated.
There were no entirely good people, nor were there purely evil ones. Everyone's soul was a pale gray, like a translucent bedsheet stained with dust.
"He's already dead. What's the point of studying his lifestyle?"
Ever-practical Bobo squatted on Deathstroke's shoulder, looking at his little notebook as his mouth smacked.
"People have to eat to live. What's there to study about working for money? Instead of wasting time on that, we should figure out what Machine Head was looking at when he was alone at home."
"First, we can rule out a mirror."
Su Ming agreed with him and began strolling through the sewers. Earth-8's sewers were somewhat narrow, but they had a certain charm of their own.
Since this was a world paying tribute to Marvel, there were monsters in its sewers. Just now, he had seen a thick tail flash past at a distant corner.
"Mm, we can rule out treasure and bank passwords too." The rabbit was gradually following the line of thought. His