All Worlds Madhouse

Oh, by the way, these so-called jobs are just his job. He also has another much more important 'job', which is to rummage through the trash every morning.

In other words, he is still a rag picker.

Moreover, he is almost the most awesome rag picker in the whole city. Don’t underestimate this garbage. People in London are very impetuous nowadays. There are gramophones with a broken handle, TVs with broken antennas, etc. Just throw them away. In fact, with a little repair, these things can be sold at a good price. Therefore, digging through the garbage every day has almost become Chekhov's main source of income.

Taking advantage of the bright sky, Chekov skillfully bypassed the hill-like 'sorted garbage dump' and came to the place where the 'electrical waste' was piled. He hadn't been here for about a week, so he must have gained something today. one day.

Well, that was true, but he never expected that what he gained was not those household appliances, but a person.

This man was lying next to the garbage mountain, naked. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling with his breathing, Chekhov would have thought it was a male version of an inflatable doll.

Well - okay, let's not worry about whether there were inflatable dolls in that era. Anyway, a half-dressed man appeared out of nowhere, but it scared Chekhov so much that he went up and patted the man. s face.

"Hi! Hi! Bro, are you okay?"

The man didn't react at all. Chekhov increased his strength, but the other party remained motionless. In the end, he had no choice but to carry the guy back to his cabin with all his strength.

Of course, he didn't want to do anything to this man, but he couldn't let him just lie there like this. If Gaba died all of a sudden, he would be in big trouble.

At noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

Gabriel knew that he was falling. He felt that something must have affected his head to get into the thundercloud. What he didn't expect was that he was actually hit by a bolt of lightning.

Normally, this lightning would not have caused him such huge damage, but at that moment, he only felt that his whole body was burning, and the severe pain made him unable to flap his wings at all. In fact, at that moment, he Seraph's six-ray wings were instantly turned into flames.

Immediately afterwards, there was severe pain, regret, helplessness, and the sound of wind whistling in his ears. These things eventually all turned into chaos, until it was pitch black.

By the time he regained consciousness again, it was already at this moment.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he slowly opened his eyes, and then saw a moldy ceiling.

Then, severe pain struck, and Gabriel couldn't help but groan - "Uh-huh."

"Oh, you're awake!"

At this time, a voice came, and then, a bearded head came into Gabriel's sight.

He was a middle-aged man. Just by looking at his appearance, you could tell that he was a person living at the bottom of society. He was a guy who didn't care much about his clothes or his own care. There was an irritation in the whole room. The smell of alcohol in his nose, Gabriel had never been in contact with such a person. Even if they were all ants, then the person must be the kind of ant that he didn't even want to look at.

"Where am I?" Gabriel asked with difficulty.

"Here? Oh, this is the temporary garbage storage station in the South District. I am the administrator here. You can call me Chekhov."

"Why am I here?"

"Ha, that's a good question. I want to know too. In the morning, I found you lying in the garbage with no clothes on. I spent a lot of effort to move you here."

After hearing this, Gabriel struggled to sit up: "No, I want to go back to heaven." He said, but as soon as he moved, the severe pain all over his body pushed him down on the bed again.

"Hey, brother, just lie down and don't move. You've suffered a lot of injuries." Chekov quickly supported Gabriel and said, "You may not believe it yourself. Your chest and sides There are big wounds on your back, but don’t worry, they are all scabbed, and there is nothing to sell in that kind of place. If your wound is on your waist, then you will be in big trouble. Um. Still Yes, you just said you wanted to go to heaven?"

Gabriel nodded: "Yes, I am a seraph, Gabriel, the Archangel of Heaven. My heart has been stolen. I need to return to heaven. I need the Lord's help."

He said weakly.

"Well, okay." Chekov said: "It seems that your injuries are really serious. Maybe you were robbed and your head was hit by something. You are not fully awake yet, but it doesn't matter. Life Things will always get better, come on, have a drink, it will make you feel better."

"I've never had alcohol before."

"What?" Chekhov was stunned: "Oh, it's really rare for people who have never drank alcohol these days. Anyway, you have to have some. As long as you drink this stuff, even if you are abandoned by God, it doesn't matter. Little things.”

Gabriel's eyebrows seemed to tighten slightly: "Being abandoned by God is a small thing? Are you a heretic?"

Chekhov was stunned. He didn't seem to realize why this kid suddenly said such a word: "Heretic?"

"Have you never believed in anything? Don't you have any faith?" Gabriel struggled to get up. In front of him was a lost lamb. He almost instinctively wanted to show his power of Holy Light. Guide this person.

"Well, it seems not, but now is not the time to talk about this, you have to lie down!"

"No, you can't be confused like this anymore. I have to lead you to the right path."

"Okay, okay." Chekhov felt depressed. Fortunately, he had already called the police and 120. As soon as those people arrived, he would quickly send this guy with a brain problem away. But now, he only Can helplessly follow Gabriel's words and say:

"Yeah, I still have beliefs. For example, when I had my hemorrhoids removed last year, I believed in the doctor. Last month, when I got into a fight with someone after drinking too much, I believed in the doctor who rushed over to help me. I'm an alcoholic, and if my boss can quickly pay me the two months' salary he owes me, I won't mind believing in him."

Gabriel shook his head: "No, I am talking about the Lord, God, the real God of this world. Have you never believed in God?"

Chekov smiled: "God? Haha. Ever since my mother died in the hospital bed due to an accident, and the driver who caused the accident was released in court, I have felt that God is a fucking bastard."