Hunter of Mysterious Creature

Chapter 740 - 35: Passage to Hell

"Aren't you curious..." Sun Hang propped up the dissociated soldier's jaw with one hand, while gently shaking the soldier's skull with the other, seemingly trying to blend the brain matter. As he shook, he said, "If places like hell or the underworld truly exist, could this Baikal Remains be a passage to those places?"

"Hell?" Ganna was evidently struggling to keep up with Sun Hang's thoughts, "Wha... what do you mean?"

"First, we need to confirm one thing," Sun Hang said, "Did this guy's mother really appear in Baikal Remains, or was she just a figment of his imagination?"

"Probably a hallucination, right?" The psychologist's tone carried a hint of uncertainty, "I just looked through the reports from others who were executing reconnaissance tasks with him. Apart from him, no one else witnessed any supernatural entities within Baikal Remains, let alone humanoid ones which would have been recorded prominently... The video footage from the recorders they carried has been reviewed multiple times by intelligence analysts, and nothing abnormal was found."

"What about this guy's recorder? It didn't capture anything either? Ugh... disgusting." Sun Hang poked the shrunken cheek of his counterpart with a finger, surprised at how fragile the skin had become. With barely any force, his finger plunged through, leaving a round hole in his face.

Pus mixed with decayed flesh flowed from the hole.

Sun Hang pulled his finger away with a look of disgust, wiping it repeatedly on the soldier's torn training uniform.

"The video content is very 'clean,' capturing nothing besides Baikal Remains itself," the psychologist replied.

The "recorders" that these reconnaissance soldiers carried were military versions of the deputy's body cameras, given to each sheriff. Unlike the regular ones worn on the shoulder or chest, the military recorders are mounted on the side of tactical helmets with a special base, equipped with dual lenses to capture both front and rear views simultaneously - the front-facing lens aligning closely with the wearer's field of view, effectively capturing what the wearer sees.

The soldier claimed repeatedly to have seen his deceased mother, but his helmet camera captured nothing.

"It must be a hallucination then..." Ganna agreed, "I find it hard to imagine the existence of a world solely for the departed... it's too defiant of..."

Ganna wanted to say it's too defiant of normal human cognition and physical laws, but contemplating the supernatural entities they discussed, which don't adhere to these rules, he swallowed the latter part of the sentence.

After all, in the first lesson about supernatural entities, the teacher repeatedly stressed— "Never attempt to fit any supernatural entity into existing cognitive frameworks, for they constantly break these frameworks, making millennia of human experiences, patterns, and rules into mere jokes."

Sun Hang wished to ask more, but found the soldier's vocal cords had completely transmuted, incapable of producing normal sounds.

The memories carried by the entity inside him were chaotic, primarily pieced together from trivial life fragments, with the only significant bits being the 'visions' he witnessed in Baikal Remains.

Yet in those memories, Sun Hang saw none of the "suffering mother" he described, just a shadow made of negative emotions, dancing and snarling eerily before the soldier.

Ordinary people cannot perceive the embodiment of negative emotions as shadows or dark mists, nor can cameras capture them.

"So, the 'supernatural entity' he saw in Baikal Remains... was actually his own negative emotions?" Sun Hang muttered internally.

He let go, and the fragmented soldier slid from the armchair, his flesh turned entirely to pus, leaving only a ragged skin envelope with shattered bones inside.

Sun Hang sighed as a ghostly blue flame rose from his palm.

He initially intended for the Dubhe Tower to contain this entity... yet it belonged to a kind difficult to contain despite its weak power. Those black furs on it were highly "infectious" and "penetrative" — within minutes since the soldier's full transformation, the infirmary was coated with a thick layer of black fur, sparing only the path Sun Hang trod.

It looked like an old house, perpetually damp, dark, and moldy inside.

Even the protective glass ensuring the psychologist's safety was eroded, with fur spores embedding into the glass, unfolding crystals within like the patterned surface of century eggs.

Containing this entity might require confining the entire military hospital.

The costs and operational difficulties are too high, with low feasibility and efficiency.

"Goodnight," Sun Hang softly said, gazing at the remains on the ground.

The dragon flame from Sun Hang's palm descended, instantly reducing all black fur in the infirmary to ashes, even burning the soldier's remains into dozens of small, charred pieces scattered at Sun Hang's feet.

Sun Hang precisely controlled the dragon flame, incinerating only the fraught items, sparing the building structure from any damage.

The infirmary revealed its original appearance post "fur removal operation," though the walls and ceiling were riddled, exposing the modular building material beneath, with large areas of wallpaper stained yellow-black, peeling like an old, decrepit house.

Following the ghostly blue flame's complete disappearance, the sluggish sprinkler heads activated, engulfing the room in dense water curtains.

Sun Hang stretched out his hands, leisurely washing under the sprinkler's discharge.

By this moment, heavily armed guards burst through the infirmary door, rushing in with high-pressure hoses and extinguishers.