The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 451 Gabriel ([-])
Oh, by the way, these so-called jobs are just his job, and he has another much more important 'job', which is to rummage through the trash every morning.

In other words, he is still a junk picker.

Moreover, he is almost the most powerful scavenger in the whole city. Don’t underestimate these rubbish, people in London are very impetuous now, what kind of phonograph with a handle missing, TV with a broken antenna, etc. Just throw it away, these things can actually sell for a good price as long as they are repaired a little. Therefore, digging through garbage every day has almost become Chekhov's main source of income.

With the light of the sky, Chekhov skillfully bypassed the hill-like "sorted garbage dump" and came to the place where the "electrical waste" was piled up. He hadn't turned over here for about a week, so today must be a harvest one day.

Uh. This is true, but he never expected that what he harvested was not those household appliances, but a person.

This man was lying next to the garbage mountain, completely naked, and Chekhov would have thought it was a male version of an inflatable doll if he hadn't been breathing and his chest was rising and falling.

Hmm—well, let’s not care about whether there was such a thing as an inflatable doll in that era, anyway, a man in poor clothes appeared out of nowhere, but Chekhov was so scared that he went up and patted the man s face.

"Hi! Hi! Brother, how are you?"

The man didn't respond.Chekhov increased his strength, but the opponent still didn't move. In the end, he had no choice but to use his strength to carry the guy back to his hut.

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

At noon, when the sun is at its fullest.

Gabriel knew that he was falling, and he felt that his head must have been affected by something to get into the thundercloud. What was even more unexpected was that he was actually hit by a bolt of lightning.

Normally, this lightning would not have caused him such a 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, his Seraph's six ray wings were instantly turned into flames.

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

When he regained his composure again, it was already at this moment.

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

Then, the severe pain struck, and Gabriel couldn't help but let out a muffled snort—"Ah."

"Oh, you're awake!"

At this time, a voice came, and immediately after, a bearded head entered Gabriel's sight.

It was a middle-aged man. You could tell from his image that he was a person who lived at the bottom of the society. He was a guy who didn't care about his clothes or his own care. Gabriel had never been in contact with such a person, even if they were all ants, the other party must be the kind of ants that he didn't even want to look at.

"Where am I?" Gabriel asked with difficulty.

"Is this 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. I found you lying in the garbage dump in the morning, and you didn't even have any clothes on. I spent a lot of energy trying to move you here."

Gabriel struggled to sit up after hearing this, "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, lie still and don't move, you have suffered a lot of injuries." Chekhov quickly supported Gabriel and said, "You may not believe it yourself, your chest, and sides They all have big wounds on their backs, but don't worry, they're all scabbed over, and there's nothing to sell there, and if your wounds are on your waist, then you're in big trouble. Um. Also Yes, you just said that you want to go to heaven?"

Gabriel nodded: "Yes, I am a seraph, the Archangel Gabriel of heaven, my heart was stolen, I need to go back to heaven, I need the Lord's help."

he said weakly.

"Well." Chekhov said: "It seems that you are really injured, maybe you were robbed, and you were hit on the head by something, and you haven't fully recovered yet, but it doesn't matter, life It's always going to go in a good direction, 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 haven't drunk alcohol these days. Anyway, you have to have some. As long as you drink this stuff, even if you are abandoned by God, you don't care little things."

Gabriel's brows seemed to be slightly tightened: "It's a small thing to be abandoned by God? Are you a heretic?"

Chekhov was taken aback for a moment, he didn't seem to understand why this kid suddenly came up with 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 the person.

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

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

"Okay, okay." Chekhov was so depressed. Fortunately, he had already called the police and 120. As soon as those people arrived, he quickly sent this guy with a problematic mind away. Now, he just Can helplessly follow Gabriel's words and say:
"Oh, I still have faith. For example, when I cut my hemorrhoids last year, I believed in that doctor. Last month, when I got into a fight with someone after drinking too much, I believed in that bad guy who rushed over to help me. Drunkard, and I don't mind putting my faith in my boss if he can hurry up and pay me the two months I'm owed."

Gabriel shook his head: "No, I'm talking about the Lord, God, the true God of this world, have you never believed in God?"

Chekhov smiled: "God? Hehe, ever since my mother died in a hospital bed due to an accident, and the driver who caused the accident was released in court, I feel that God is a fucking bastard."

(End of this chapter)