The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 431 Prologue ([-]): The Hated Person
This may be the worst bar on the street but at the same time, the most popular bar.

As for the reason, of course it was because most of the people wandering around on the street were bad people.

They feel that those beautifully decorated taverns are totally out of place for them. What they enjoy is this kind of messy environment, dim lighting, beer that tastes bad but is sufficient, and the bad people around them eat meat and vegetables joke.

【Splashing flames warm a withered heart】

[Don't ask who the banshee is crying for.]

【Singing only for you】

【what----】

This is a fairly well-tuned song, but when it is sung by a middle-aged man who smells like alcohol, it is particularly disgusting.

"Hi! Shut up that stinky mouth of yours!" A bald man on the side seemed to be annoyed by the singing, and he yelled at the man.

[singing for you——]

【Waiting for the dying day——】

[I drive a wedding car——]

The singing continued, and in this environment, if one wanted to attract the attention of the people around, cursing was not even as effective as a stinky fart.

Of course, it is definitely not as good as fist
So the big guy over there stood up abruptly, he walked over to the screaming alcoholic, and grabbed his collar.
This alcoholic's body was not considered strong, and his looks had nothing to do with being handsome. Even the smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed in his body made him smell worse than the bad people around him.

Medium build, wearing a long wrinkled windbreaker, unshaven chin, sleepy eyes, this is a typical failure of the race, if there is anything else he likes about him, it is that one end looks Nice blond hair, but with that extremely decadent face, it makes him look more like a drug addict who just finished high.

"I said! Shut up! Your mouth!" The strong man pulled the blond man out of the chair.

"Okay, unless you buy me another drink." The man said, but he couldn't even stand up straight.

What greeted him was not a wine glass, but a fist as big as a wine glass.

"Bang!" The drunkard was punched in the cheek, and fell to the ground without any ability to resist.

"Hahaha" He smiled ugly: "Do you want to fight? You know, when I was in my mother's womb, I strangled my brother to death with the umbilical cord—bang!"

With another kick, the man rubbed against the floor and flew upside down.

"shut up!"

Under the snarl of each word, there was a burst of punches and kicks that were disorderly but powerful enough. In this kind of place, there were too many people beating up because of a look and a belch, so no one would go there. Stop it, after all everyone knows that as long as one person is lying on the ground, the fight will come to an end soon.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, the blond alcoholic was thrown out of the bar with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

I don't know if he was beaten to the point of concussion, or if he was already drunk. In short, he was lying on the ground, motionless, hoping that he would not be drowned by his own vomit. Of course, even if he was drowned, No one will care.

In England in 1983, it was disgustingly rotten, but it was impossible to leave.The lights on the huge tall buildings tore through the remnants of the night, and the siren sounded through the rows of streets, and they rushed into the alleys. It felt like the long howl of carrion birds, echoing among the buildings.

John Constantine's eyelashes trembled slightly, and even the vomit sticking to them fell down, and fell into the muddy water in front of him without making any ripples.

He woke up, as usual, with a mixture of vomiting and overnight water, the stench from the pavement, and the biting cold wind of the night.

All of this is very similar to his life.

To be honest, Constantine hated himself a little in his heart, because just like what he said in the tavern before, he strangled his brother with the umbilical cord when he was in the womb of his mother. A joke, but a fact.

Although in the final analysis, it was because of the unformed chaotic consciousness and the damned fetal movement, but the result would not change. Before he was born, his hands were already stained with the blood of his loved ones.

And at the moment of his birth, he also succeeded in taking away his mother's life.

After that, Constantine, who committed the crime of the lone star of Tiansha, could only grow up in the indifference of his father and the despair of losing his family.But fortunately, this miserable childhood didn't last long, because soon, his father also died. He died by his own hands.

It was an unbearable past, so John didn't want to think about it. Anyway, under the circumstances of various tragedies, little Constantine became a gangster logically. He learned a lot of street tricks and sneaked around. Skills, and a little bit, magic.

At the same time, he also became addicted to tobacco and alcohol.Since the age of 15, he has smoked two packs of cigarettes every day. As long as he is awake, he can't leave his mouth all the time.This habit has been with him all his life. Presumably, he couldn't get rid of it until he died and turned into a ghost.

Well, these are all old things. Now, Constantine has grown up and is an adult. His hobbies have also risen from simple smoking to smoking, drinking, and gambling. , and lingering on the body of the opposite sex, and his career did not become a brilliant career such as a fraudster or a smuggler, as expected.

Instead, he became a detective.

As for his scope of work, it also includes:
Helping the neighbor find the lost pet cat, helping the wife next door to track down his profligate husband, going to the private room of a high-end hotel for the parents to catch the just-adult girl who does not return home at night, and solving some young men and women who have been bent down by the devil, Bet against the gatekeepers of the ancient forbidden land, save the souls of some dead people from hell, deceive the king of the underworld, occasionally save humans all over the world...etc.

Of course, his work is not very good. For example, when he follows a man who spends his days and nights, he will always be bought by the other party with a higher price. Jiuhui will do it himself and then send them home, and in order to save mankind, he will always lose some of his teammates.

For example, his best friend, Gary Lester, died in front of him three days ago.

John knows he doesn't have many 'best friends' left
(Both of them are very popular. I will write about Zha Kang first, and then I will try to write about Laomo. However, those who are at Laomo’s level should not join Ziliang. I guess they are using each other at most.)
(End of this chapter)