All Worlds Madhouse

Listen, is this human language?

Just a seraph.

If it were an ordinary bastard angel, Ziliang would have endured this. Then does the word "just" have anything to do with seraphs?

Well, Zi Liang still knows a lot about Constantine. He is the kind of dirty guy who treats you like a top prostitute if you owe him 2 yuan. Favors, not to mention shame.

But this guy was a suitable piece of sin after all, so Ziliang had no choice but to curse a few words and then agree.

Of course, dealing with Seraph cannot be solved by rushing over with an axe, so Ziliang is not in a hurry. What he needs to do now is to talk to Moriarty first.

At night, Ziliang and others finally returned to the hospital.

He didn't waste much time and went straight to the [Library] when he came in and pushed the door open.

"Moriarty, come out, I have to talk to you." Ziliang shouted.

But before he finished howling, Moriarty appeared, or in other words, Ziliang saw him, because this guy was still walking by the table reading.

Ziliang walked over directly: "What are you holding in your hand?" he asked.

Moriarty: "Oh, in my hand? Of course it's a book." He replied without looking up.

"Of course I know it's a book, I'm asking, what kind of book is it!"

Moriarty smiled and picked up the book a little. Ziliang clearly saw the words "Hell" written on the cover.

"Where did you get it?"

Moriarty still replied unhurriedly: "I went to find some original residents of this plane and gave them a little sweetness, and they were naturally willing to help me."

"Why didn't you tell me before you acted?"

"Action?" Moriarty smiled: "Does this count as action? Haha, it doesn't count. I was just curious about what was written in this book, and then I just took it to read."

Ziliang now became angry when he heard the word "just", and he immediately interrupted Moriarty's words.

"Don't pretend to be innocent there. You know that I am also looking for this book, right, so you start first, and you also know what method I will use to find it, so which family do you contact first?" , and designed the contact person’s fatal talent, you used a ‘mobile phone loaded with bombs’, right? After all, in this era, mobile phones are a new thing, and you gave it to that self-righteous family bastard.”

"Oh, what you said is not entirely correct. I just played with my phone in front of that 'family bastard' for a while. When he saw that I had such a thing, he was curious and snatched it away."

"Yes, you want to say that this was not your plan, right? After that, the cell phone exploded in his jacket pocket, and then the whole family came with guns to kill us, you want to say that it was all Is it a coincidence?"

"Well - when you say that, it really doesn't look like a coincidence." Moriarty said with a smile: "Well, these are indeed planned by me, but I just want to test your strength. After all, , we are now considered to be in the same boat. From the time I joined until now, I have not seen you show your strength at all. I am an unarmed ordinary person, and it is inevitable that I will not feel safe. So I want to know what my partners are like. It’s understandable how powerful it is.”

"So, you planned to put us on the blacklist of the largest underground family in London?"

"Yes, isn't this normal? And seeing as you came back so quickly, it must be easy for you to deal with such a family."

Ziliang rubbed his head with a bitter look on his face. Now he really felt that a brainless friend like Old Joey was so cute.

"Okay, let's settle this account later. Now, give me the book quickly." As he said that, he stretched out his hand towards Moriarty.

"Oh, oh, wait a minute." Moriarty said, "I didn't expect you guys to come back so quickly, so I haven't finished reading yet. Please give me some time, okay."

"Hey, you asked us to get shot, didn't you just do it so we could read more books?" Ziliang shouted.

Moriarty smiled and skipped the topic directly.

"I never thought before that there really are places like 'heaven' and 'hell' in this world, let alone that those places are so interesting."

"Yes, but you don't have to look forward too much. You will go to hell sooner or later. Now, give me the book quickly." Ziliang said, but in fact, his mind was already urging him to grab the book.

unexpectedly

When Moriarty heard this, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He raised his head.

"Yes, I will go to hell sooner or later, hahaha." He smiled and said: "It's amazing. I never thought that I could experience such a magical thing as traveling through planes while I was alive. After I die, I can still To be able to go to hell! Furniture—I can't wait."

Ziliang looked helpless, and he was confused as to why each of the pieces of sin he had recruited was more problematic than the last.

While thinking about it, he grabbed the book from Moriarty's hand.

"Damn, it's really hard for me to hang out with you lunatics every day." Ziliang cursed, and then walked out of the [library] without looking back, leaving only him who was still immersed in the morning and evening meeting. Moriarty in Hell's Joy.

Now that Ziliang finally got "Hell", let's talk about the Archangel Gabriel.

Constantine had just left not long ago, and Gabriel continued to sit in his chair as he had for many years, seeming to be thinking about something.

More than 20 years ago, he came to the human world to accept this trial. Since God really didn’t tell him clearly what kind of test he was going to be tested in, so Gabriel incarnated into a theological being. Grandmaster.

Well. Actually, he doesn't even use the word 'incarnation'. He just prays normally in various churches, and the pious smell on his body is enough to make many mortals notice him.

Among these people, there are also some elites from the upper class.

In this way, within a few years, Gabriel naturally joined the world's upper class circles and even joined the 'Cambridge Club'.

And what he was doing in the Cambridge Club was the same as at this moment, sitting

Of course, he would usually chat with those 'world elites', listening to them talk about the world and their prayers. Over time, he became a being similar to the 'Priest of the Cambridge Club'.