All Worlds Madhouse

The small folder was very thin, and there should only be a few pieces of paper in it, and you could tell by the burrs on the corners of the folder that it must be a few years old.

In fact, this is indeed the case. As we all know, John is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Therefore, when he learned that a Seraph, the highest-ranking angel, came to the world. Although he didn't know what this guy was doing, but... From that moment on, he had already started working on how to prevent this guy from suddenly becoming displeased with him and killing himself.

Of course, with John's strength, it is definitely impossible to confront an archangel, so our Mr. John Constantine is very clever and starts from another angle.

That's what he believes in.

Yes, you heard it right, John is preparing to deal with a Seraph from the perspective of faith. This feels like he wants to kill a fish by drowning or kill a bird by throwing him to death. In short, just listen. It all sounds a bit ridiculous.

But John is not an ordinary person. Although he was beaten up by a group of gangsters from time to time, and was thrown out of the pub by the security guard for not paying for drinks, but if you give him enough time, I believe you that he can kill Lucifer.

In fact, he actually killed him, but that was all a story for another day.

And in this folder is what John has found over the years that can shake the faith of Archangel Gabriel.

Gabriel calmly opened the envelope of documents that was almost falling apart, and then he took out a photo from inside.

In the photo, it was Gabriel and another man.

The man looked to be about 50 years old and slightly bald. However, from his well-maintained skin and his expensive clothes, we could tell that this guy was a very wealthy man.

The background of this photo is exactly this [Cambridge Club]. Coincidentally, it is also the tea table where Gabriel and John are sitting at this moment. Gabriel is still sitting in his seat. It's just that John was replaced by the balding middle-aged man.

Gabriel looked at the photo and said nothing.

"Do you know him?" John asked, lighting up another cigarette.

"Of course I know him. He is Mr. Cusser, a life member of the Cambridge Club, and... no smoking is allowed here." Gabriel said.

"Oh, it turns out that you still remember this name. It seems that you are very familiar with him." John continued as if he hadn't heard, while smoking.

"We are not familiar with each other, or in other words, I am familiar with everyone I have met. My memory can store everyone and everything I have seen. Of course, I will not refuse anyone to talk to me. Even you!" As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling holy light burst out in front of John's eyes, directly burning out his cigarette without even a trace of ashes.

John looked at his two fingers that were not burned to the bone, and shrugged indifferently: "Well, it seems that you don't like me, at least not as much as Mr. Kusel, right?"

"Of course, I like most of the people in this club. They are souls who have brought great blessings to this world, but you are a scum destined to go to hell."

John nodded: "Yeah, I'm tired of hearing this comment, but do you know what this Mr. Kusel does?"

"Businessman, politician, he built railways, he advanced the perfection of north-south transportation throughout Europe by twenty years."

"Oh, I didn't expect him to be quite serious." John said, "But do you know his other identity?"

Gabriel seemed silent for half a second: "Another identity?"

"Yes, another one. This great Mr. Kussel is actually a leader of the National Front Party. He promotes racism and excludes skin color and blood. Let's put it this way, the soul was killed for no reason in his hands. , can fill this club up at least 30 times."

"you're lying."

"I lie to people, but I haven't deceived angels yet. Humans are very cunning creatures. What you see is often what they want you to see, especially if you sit here all year round and don't For those of you who don’t go out and walk around, you’ve probably almost forgotten what the outside world is like.”

"I will not doubt Mr. Kusel just because of a word from someone like you."

"A person like me? Haha, come on, I have said that all human beings are liars, and people like me who have the liar clearly written on their foreheads, from a certain point of view, can be considered a gentleman. Well, as for who Kusel is, you can find out soon, right. Now, what you have to think about is not these, but that you are drinking tea and chatting with this big boss of the National Front. , the interaction was very pleasant, but your 'father' turned a blind eye to it and didn't even reveal any information to you. Do you think this is normal?"

With that said, John lit a cigarette again, but this time, Gabriel did not stop him immediately. He seemed to be stuck in some kind of thought.

John smiled and added more energy: "Do you know how cruel those racist people are? They don't kill people because of the land and people of the motherland, let alone their own survival. They just do it for profit. For money, there is no justice or honor in what they do. What they do is not even as good as the Prime Minister by the window on the second floor. It is a naked sin, a devil on earth, and your 'father' actually let you go. If you associate with such a person, do you still think that he brought you to the human world just as a test? I think he just abandoned you."

"Father will never abandon me."

"Really? Then did he tell you what your mission was when you came to the world? Did he tell you when he would take you back? For so many years, when you prayed every morning, did he ever give you a response? ?”

John blew out a puff of smoke and said with a smile.

Gabriel remained silent, but there was still no ripple on his expression.

"No, but I believe that my father will not abandon me. I am his most pious child. I will not doubt my faith just because of this photo."

"Stop talking." John wanted to press harder, but Gabriel suddenly interrupted him.

"You've said enough. You should go," he said, waving slightly.

In an instant, a burst of light flashed, and when John opened his eyes again, he had arrived on the path outside the Cambridge Club.

And Gabriel's low hum was still vaguely echoing in his ears.

"My faith will never be broken."

John smiled.

Then, in a very good mood, I walked to a phone booth on the side of the road and made a call.

"Hey Ziliang?"