heaven bird

A prison guard was guarding the entrance of the cafeteria. He sat on a bench with an impatient expression, and threw his hat away.Michael glanced at him and sat down with a plate.

"Hey Teddy, isn't that your little lover? Is he going to be overwhelmed?" Berg raised the plastic spoon slightly and pointed in one direction.

T-bag looked in the direction he was pointing. It was Joe. He was thinner than the last time he saw him. The scars on his body had spread beyond the coverage of his clothes. The corners of his mouth were also bruised. He was calling the black Bob. While eating, his legs couldn't stop shaking, as if he had difficulty even standing.

"So what?" T-bag turned his head and shrugged indifferently. "Are you going to be a hero?"

"I'm just reminding you as a friend." Berger put the specially marinated meat into his mouth with a spoon, and there were new patterns on his dinner plate every day.

Joe walked towards Bob with a pale face, and the prisoner sitting next to Bob deliberately stretched out his legs as he walked by. At his feet, Bob stood up immediately, but the soup still splashed a lot on his trouser legs.

"Wow, look what you're doing, boy?" exclaimed the black man who tripped him.

Joe's bloodless face suddenly turned paler. He threw himself on Bob's leg to pick up the thing, and apologized tremblingly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Ahhh!"

Bob lifted him up straight away, and Joe's face quickly flushed from lack of oxygen, but he kept apologizing.

A group of black people sitting nearby were all whistling happily, which caused a little commotion.

The prison guard sitting at the door also noticed this, stood up frowning and looked over there.

Michael also stood up calmly, and walked towards the trash can with the rest of the plate.

Bob yelled, and threw Joe on the other table. When he fell on the table, he knocked over the dinner of many people. All the prisoners at that table pushed away their chairs and stood up. ".The group of Asians stared at Bob unkindly, and Caesar sat among them with a smile: "Nigger, is your head gone again?"

Bob laughed arrogantly, and seemed to ignore them at all. He even waved his fingers at them contemptuously.

Caesar frowned again, but there was a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the prison guard immediately drew out his baton and walked towards them: "Sit down for me! Damn it! Are you going to rebel, you criminals!"

Caesar and Bob didn't move, and Joe carefully got up from the ground, lowered his voice and gasped and coughed.

Michael glanced around, and no one noticed him now. He put the dinner plate next to the trash can, picked up the hat thrown by the prison guard with one hand, turned around and ran out from the exit.

The prison guard slammed his stick on the table and made a loud noise. "F**k, you don't want to eat, do you? Then everyone go back to their own rooms now! Immediately!"

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Michael bowed his body and hid behind the bushes outside the cafeteria. He quickly took off his prison uniform and switched the order of the two coats again.The prison guard was still yelling something loudly in the cafeteria, Michael put the police cap on his head, lowered the brim of the hat as much as possible and walked quickly towards the destination.

The structure of the Garden of Eden is very complicated, but perhaps due to the particularity of his occupation, Michael has a much better memory for construction-related aspects than ordinary people. Although Abel has not yet obtained the complete design drawing, he has already been able to compose most of the daily observations. The route is sorted into a clear coordinate map in my mind.

He walked through the corridor in an orderly manner. At this time, most of the prisoners were concentrated in the cafeteria, and even the prison guards seldom came out to walk around. The entire corridor was quiet, only the sound of his shoes rubbing against the floor that reflected the reflection, hanging in the corridor. The light from the incandescent lamp on the ceiling was very dim, and the road in front of him was dark and seemed endless. When Michael took a step forward, he suddenly appeared in a daze. He clearly planned every step of the future, step by step. One step walks on it, but can't know what the end of this road is.

He walked to the room where prisoners' belongings were piled up, and put his hand on the doorknob.

"……who?"

Probably because the lights in the corridor were too dim, the prison guard behind him turned on the flashlight vigilantly, and the light of the flashlight formed a pale yellow circle on Michael's body.

Michael turned slowly, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his face.

"Who are you? I don't seem to have seen you before?" The young prison guard in front of him saw the clothes on his body and relaxed a little, but still looked at Michael with a puzzled face.

"Mr. Dean." Michael called out the prison guard's name accurately. The expression on the face hidden under the brim of the hat could not be seen clearly. He spoke in a calm tone, and the words he said seemed to have a convincing miraculous ability. "Did you forget? I'm here to replace Reed today."

"Ah, is it George?" Dean looked Michael up and down, not very convinced.

"It's me." Michael took a step forward without any trace.

"Why do I feel like you..." Dean wanted to continue talking, but suddenly he heard someone not far behind him press the button of the water dispenser, and the bucket of purified water that was placed upside down made a gurgling sound.

Michael raised his head, his expression changed slightly, and it was Tang who squatted in front of the water dispenser with a paper cup in his laziness.

He was already sure that Dean didn't recognize who he was, but it was impossible for Don not to remember.

The words of two people... Michael sighed in his heart, and moved back to the original place.

"Instant coffee." Tang raised the cup in his hand and raised his chin at Dean. "Do you want it?"

Dean shook his head subconsciously, he was always a little inexplicably nervous when facing this boss.

Tang Gou smiled on his lips, took the cup and walked up to Michael, watching him without saying a word.

Tang looked away, took a sip of coffee, and spoke slowly, but the person he spoke to was Dean: "You still remember George's face? Didn't you skip work when you picked up new colleagues this morning?"

Dean blushed a little when he heard this, and scratched his hair: "It's too boring, but I was there at the beginning... So, he is really George?"

Tang glanced at Michael, who still kept his head slightly lowered, motionless.

"Ah."

Dean let out an oh, but still scratched his hair and stood where he was.

"Shouldn't you check the number now?"

Dean seemed to have just remembered this, hurriedly stuffed the flashlight back into his pocket, nodded to Don and Michael, the "new colleagues", turned and ran to the exit of the corridor.

Tang leaned against the wall holding the paper cup, smiled softly, and stretched out his hand to lift Michael's police cap. Michael didn't struggle, and let him spin the police cap a few times in his hand and throw it on the ground.

"Tell me, what can I thank you for this time? Let Neil beat you up again, and then go to the warden to make a small report?"

Michael looked up at him, and suddenly said: "Do you want Neil to get out of here?"

"...What?" Tang seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Michael looked at him blankly, and he knew Don had heard it.

Tang looked down at the coffee in the paper cup, and there were tiny ripples rippling from the center.

Silence spread between them. Don looked at the small vortex in the center of the paper cup, but said nothing after all, turned around and walked into the long corridor.

Michael knew that he had already agreed. Although the time was getting earlier, his plan had hardly deviated after entering this prison. Michael did not feel any joy, but just picked up the police cap that was thrown on the ground with a cold expression, and once again Putting his hand on the handle of the room, he unscrewed the door.

There was a damp smell in the room, and there was a huge locker placed against the wall, which was evenly cut into countless small squares, and the prisoner's mark was hung on the left side of each small block, but the locker was not Locked, most of the prisoners in prison will not bring any valuables, mostly clothes or accessories worn before entering prison, and the only ones who can successfully pass through the interrogation room in the corridor to come here are generally the prison guards themselves.

Michael didn't dare to turn on the light, so he could only approach the lockers to search one by one. When he found the third row, he finally found the number he was looking for. He dragged open the door of the locker and pulled out a black mountaineering bag from it. , Michael went to dig through his cell, the chip wasn't there, and Mahon didn't find anything outside the prison.Abel would not give that thing to others. If he had already brought it into prison, then the most dangerous place was the safest place.

Michael opened the zipper of the hiking bag, trying to shake out all the contents, but only one book slipped out of the bag and fell to the ground. Michael checked the backpack again to make sure there was nothing else in it. Bowser went back into the locker, squatted down and looked at the book that fell on the floor, it was a beautifully bound Bible.

The black-covered Bible was lying quietly on the ground. Michael stretched out his hand and turned over the first page. The scene of Good Friday was painted on that page. Jesus was nailed to the cross by the angry world. Deep into his palm, he was about to die, but the expression on his face was painful and peaceful.

--What is the end of the road? It must not be freedom.

is the original sin.

【[Inexplicable T-Dog Theater - "If They Were Not Human"]]

When engineer Michael met the stupid dog, it was lying on top of the trash can trying to stuff its head in, and then accidentally fell into the whole body.

Michael frowned and picked it up by the back of the neck. The wild dog was dirty all over, except for a bunch of clean yellow hair in the middle of its head.Michael looked at it, and it barked at him twice with an innocent expression.

Then Michael took it home. Michael’s house was very big, and the wild dog T ran around happily, and found a fluffy bright yellow lop-eared rabbit lying in front of the fireplace, with wonderful gray eyes. The snow-white dog stepped on it, trying to reach the top of the fireplace with its paws.

That white-haired dog's eyes are really big enough, Dingo T thought, licking his paw, and patted the poor rabbit's head with it.

Well, very soft.

Michael wore black-rimmed glasses, and sat quietly on the sofa beside him reading a book. The book was thick, but he read it very carefully. Occasionally, when the two dogs were fighting and rolling around, he looked up at them, and then bent over. The corners of his mouth were turned into a gentle smile, as if he didn't care about the blanket that was torn into a mess by them.

Suddenly someone rang the doorbell, and Michael went to answer the door. It was Mr. Tang who lived next door, and he came to pick up his dog.

Michael walked in and gently hugged the white-haired dog Neil, and handed it to Tang.The two stood at the door and started chatting happily. Neil curled up into a ball and rubbed against Tang's arms twice, purring comfortably, completely forgetting about the fight with T just now.

The wild dog T was happy to have successfully expelled the opponent. It turned its head and found that its new owner was not there, so it quietly arched its back and bared its teeth at the lop-eared rabbit who had been hiding aside. The rabbit Kevin was cautious. He moved two steps to the side, and lowered his ears.

After a while, Don hugged Neil and left.

Michael walked back to the hall after seeing Don off, and found the lop rabbit hiding in the corner with teary eyes, and the wild dog T took his bed, lying proudly in his nest, and fell asleep.