All Worlds Madhouse

From a certain perspective, Professor Moriarty is not much different from a child.

He has a strong curiosity about everything, he likes novelty and excitement, and at the same time, he also has a fanatical 'acceptance' attitude towards anything he doesn't understand.

But unfortunately, according to his wisdom, in just 30 years, there is nothing that can interest him again.

He once tried to study engineering, art, physics, and other subjects. In fact, he did study it to a very deep level. Do you know why he held the position of "Professor of Mathematics" in the university? It was because, The only thing that seems to interest him now is mathematics.

Oh, while he was teaching, he would occasionally engage in criminal consulting as a side job. After all, after the boring work, he had to do some entertainment projects to relax himself, right?

But after he has come into contact with so many circles, the only subject he has not touched yet is 'theology'. This is not to say that he dare not try it, but because Moriarty knows that 'theology' Unlike 'philosophy', philosophy can at least defend things from an objective or idealistic perspective, while 'theology' is mostly just second-rate stories that are illusory.

Well, saying this is already very embarrassing. According to his inner words, this thing of 'theology' is completely created by the feudal rule bugs in order to make their butts sit more stable, to deceive those below who are not very smart. It’s just the rhetoric of the underlying power of Emmanuel. After all, if you want the sedan to sit firmly, then the people carrying the sedan must have fear and yearning. If there are more people carrying the sedan, it will gradually become a religion. As for those who don’t want to integrate into the religion, the society is not bad now. , before that, they were all classified as "heretics" and pushed to the gallows.

Therefore, Moriarty's research on theology is limited to 'how to keep the Pope in a trap so that he can plant a bomb in his home'.

But ever since Moriarty met Zi Liang, his worldview collapsed.

Oh, no, Moriarty's worldview is not that easy to collapse. It has just been supplemented because he discovered that those 'theological' things do not seem to be all nonsense. In this world, it seems that There really was some kind of area that he didn't know much about yet, waiting for him to explore.

For a person who can only find a little fun between numbers and bombing the presidential office, this is simply the most exciting thing. That's why he took the initiative to join Ziliang's team.

During this period, Moriarty devoted almost all his enthusiasm to reading books on 'occult' and legends.

As for the "Hell" in his hand at this moment... Well, let's put it this way, according to Moriarty's ability, after he saw the news about the Louvre being stolen, he had almost guessed which stock it was. The forces are screwed. Although the planes and times are different, the rules of the major criminal families in France have not changed for hundreds of years.

Therefore, a few days ago, Moriarty used the excuse of going out to relax, spent an hour out, made a few phone calls, and successfully contacted one of the largest underground families in London in this era. Then, in a teahouse, Moriarty easily helped the other party get a large sum of money based on the list of police law enforcement officers in the past three years and some civilian running accounts. Of course, he also speculated that the British government and the royal family will be involved next month. During the handover, a huge amount of property will be transferred, and this money is now secretly placed in the underground vault of a bank.

For Moriarty, robbing a bank is simply too easy.

This series of operations easily entangled the underground family. As for the reward, Moriarty said that he only wanted a book, and this book should now be at the French Democracy Fund. in the hands of political parties.

As for the negotiations between the two parties, Moriarty no longer had to worry about it. Anyway, it took him two days of walking and relaxing, a total of about four or five hours, to successfully airlift a book from France to his hands. inside.

The sunshine outside the window was not too dazzling. Moriarty closed the book "Hell" comfortably and drank a cup of afternoon tea with satisfaction.

"Hell. It looks pretty interesting." He said with a smile.

Meanwhile, on the streets of London.

In this season, even if it is not cloudy, there is always a lingering humidity in the city. Constantine is walking alone on the wet streets.

"[First Fallen]. [First Fallen]." He kept mumbling. If the balance of hell is broken and there is only one 'king' left there, then John can do it with his butt. You know, that 'king' must be the [First Faller].

He was a powerful guy, but also a guy with a very strong self-esteem, or in other words, a very small-minded guy.

And many years ago, I once used a glass of wine mixed with holy water to disgrace him and become the laughing stock of the whole hell, the kind that could last for centuries.

Hmm. With all the farts coming out of his butt, I could imagine that if I fell into his hands, the treatment I would receive would be more than just mating with a stallion.

Therefore, John definitely couldn't sit still and wait for death, but unfortunately, he counted on his fingers and found that almost all of his friends who could help him were dead.

"What should I do?"

With a grimace on his face, John walked to the door of the 'British Library' without knowing it.

This library was almost the largest in Europe at that time. At the same time, it was also the most prominent gathering place for Christians in London at that time.

You may not believe it, but a quarter of this library stores books about religion. Every day, there are many pilgrims here who want to see sacred books. There are even a lot of books set up inside the library. warning room.

John smiled as he looked at the unpleasant sound of chanting faintly coming from the gaps between the buildings.

Although his friends died, were injured, and fell apart, this did not mean that he would move out without help.

This is an extraordinary period, and in extraordinary times, you have to make some ‘extraordinary’ friends.

John smiled, lit a cigarette, and walked towards the British Library.