All Worlds Madhouse

John turned his head.

Behind him is a man who doesn't look much younger. He is wearing a white coat. So, this guy is a doctor?

However, looking at his unhealthy pale face and his decadent eyes that were obviously hung up by some kind of addiction, John seemed to be sure that this guy was definitely not a doctor. Even if he was, no one would seek treatment from him. Yes, after all, this guy smells unreliable all over his body.

John was all too familiar with the smell because it reminded him of himself.

As I said before, John hated himself, very much, so he frowned impatiently, then lit a cigarette: "Sorry, no." He said.

Of course, this kind of behavior of smoking while saying there is no cigarette also represents another word.

That is——"Get out."

The man in the white coat smiled.

"Hey, don't be so heartless. I haven't smoked in a long time. You know how uncomfortable it is for smokers like us to be without cigarettes."

"Come on, I'm not a smoker. What I pay most attention to is a healthy attitude towards life." John said while blowing smoke rings. In fact, he just wanted to use the nonsense between him and this person to talk. Let yourself temporarily forget about the souls wandering in front of you, otherwise, John would have turned around and left.

"Okay, friends who pay attention to healthy living, my name is Ziliang." The other party did not seem angry and introduced himself.

Of course, John would not be surprised by this man's good temper. For a person who begs for cigarettes or alcohol, even if you slap him, he will greet you with a smile: "Oh, my name is John F. Kennedy. "

Immediately afterwards, he saw Ziliang calmly take out a black notebook, then opened it and read: "Well, it's a good thing you don't call me by this name, otherwise I would have walked so far in vain."

John frowned: "What do you mean, it sounds like you are looking for me?"

Ziliang smiled: "Of course, did I come all this way just to ask you for a cigarette? Well. Well, although cigarettes are also very important, in order to make our next conversation smoother, I I think you should read something first."

"what?"

The words just fell!

John's muscles all over his body tightened suddenly, because he saw the eyes of the guy named Ziliang. In the depths of the pupils, there seemed to be a looming scarlet light that gradually became clearer.

John didn't know what it was, but he knew it was definitely not a good sign.

But it was already too late. In an instant, a huge wave of dizziness hit him, and the next second, John fainted.

At the same time, John opened his eyes suddenly.

The noisy pedestrians disappeared and the streets disappeared. He found himself lying on a hospital bed at this moment, surrounded by various monitoring instruments.

At the edge of his sight, a doctor was holding a case file, seemingly recording something.

"What? What's going on?" John was confused by this scene, and he asked subconsciously.

However, a hoarse, hard, harsh and unpleasant sound came from his throat. At the same time, he also felt a sharp pain in his throat. It was as if a cactus was choking in his throat.

The doctor seemed a little surprised: "Oh? What. What happened?"

"Where is this?" John asked again.

"Here? Is this a hospital?"

"Nonsense!" John yelled, "I mean, which hospital? How did I get here?!"

His voice was a little loud, causing the air to rush out of his throat a little faster, which caused a violent choking cough.

In fact, the adjective "violent" is no longer enough to describe the cough. It was as if it wanted to kill John instantly. A stream of hot liquid exploded in his chest, bringing with it unbearable pain. Like thousands of blades mixed with sulfuric acid spurting out from the trachea.

"Ahem——Wow————"

A mouthful of hot liquid really spurted out from Constantine's mouth. It was a ball of blood mixed with thick phlegm.

"Oh my god, you can't talk so loud! Nurse! Nurse!"

Soon, a nurse rushed in with some medicine and injected it into John. His cough finally eased a little.

John was lying on the bed feeling weak as never before.

"What's wrong with me?"

The doctor shook his head: "I don't know why you ask this, but you have lung cancer, have you forgotten?"

"Lung cancer?" Constantine could hardly believe his ears.

Although he knew that he had been smoking since he was 15 years old, and by the time he was 25, he was smoking half a carton of cigarettes every day. It was only natural for a person like him to get lung cancer. In fact, he had been diagnosed with lung cancer many years ago.

But I should be fine by now.

Oh, what's better here doesn't mean that he has been cured by medical treatment, but that someone has taken out all the cancer cells and the tar in his lungs.

Of course, the person who did such a thing would not be an ordinary person. That person is a big devil and one of the leaders of hell.

And the reason why he did this was because of a bet.

This bet tightly tied his life to the entire hell. As long as he died, the three major forces in hell would have to fight to the death.

Therefore, I should not die again.

However, a chest X-ray image taken by a doctor forced Constantine to believe all this. The almost completely rotten lungs were really shown on the dark film.

"How long can I live?" Constantine asked.

"If you don't die from the phlegm that blocks your trachea due to a coughing fit at night," the doctor said, "it's about a week."

Constantine's mind started to get confused: "What's going on? I shouldn't die anymore. Is there any bastard down there who would give up the whole hell to get my soul?"

Suddenly, the trance struck again, and the surrounding noise reappeared.

Constantine regained his composure and found that he was still standing on the street, the cigarette in his hand not yet burned out. Everything just now was an illusion, but the illusion was so realistic that he completely lost himself.

"Asshole, what are you doing?" He yelled angrily at the person in front of him.

unexpectedly

"I know what you are thinking." The latter suddenly interrupted him: "You are thinking that everything just happened was my prank and an illusion, right? Indeed, it was an illusion, but if you don't If you do, your cancer will return to your body in two months and you will die. What I show you is not just an illusion, but the future. So now, can you give me a cigarette?"