heaven bird

The Belt Iron Bridge was built at the end of the last century. At that time, this area was still prosperous. Later, when the city center moved northward, it gradually became deserted.

But now, this iron bridge that witnessed the transformation from glory to decline has finally been corroded in the long torrent of time.

Ma Hong glanced at the iron bridge that was crumbling in the wind, and jumped to the moss-covered embankment under the bridge with one hand. When the soles of his feet touched the land, he felt the damp breath rushing towards his face. There was a smell of decaying plants in the air. Ma Hong looked up, and the bottom of the bridge was covered with maroon rust, which was connected with the dark green moss. It was almost like another world.

In fact, Ma Hong is an atheist, he does not believe in ghosts and gods, in his opinion, Satan and Jesus in religious albums basically have the same face, and being able to endure to distinguish them is entirely for the needs of the case, but this place is really impressive. Uncomfortable, he took the shovel out of his bag and wondered if a few passages from the Bible would make him feel better.

The winter in Juliet City is also rainy, and the soil becomes very sticky. Ma Hong raised his feet with difficulty and found that the slippery mud covered the soles of his shoes. He frowned and found a relatively dry place to stand.

When he stepped on the moss all over the ground, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Just now, there was mud on the soles of his shoes, but there was no moss. He looked at the land full of green plants again. The barrenness seems to be drawn into a strange circle, which is incompatible with the surrounding green.

Ma Hong decided to start shoveling from there. When he opened up the land with the shovel, he almost suspected that he heard the shrill screams, like the voices of countless undead who died in vain. Shouting and whining, they were deeply afraid of the foreign invaders.

Ma Hong resisted the uncomfortable reaction and continued to dig down. When he dug to about five or six meters, the bottom of the shovel touched a hard object. He looked down and saw a piece of white hand bone with bent fingers, as if he wanted to broke ground.

Ma Hong turned over all the soil around the bones. Even he couldn't help but feel nauseous when he really saw the scene under the ground.

Dozens of white bones are buried at the bottom of the pit, neatly arranged together, some parts have been crushed by the mud, they are incomplete, some are missing leg bones, some skulls are half missing, and one chest cavity has been completely ripped out empty, but the only thing in common is that the parts below the arm joints are complete, and the hand bones of each corpse are stacked together in a twisted posture, as if... holding hands.

Ma Hong barely counted the number of people according to the parts of the hand bones. The nine, plus the one discovered a few years ago, happened to be the number of missing people in the serial disappearance seven years ago, and none of them survived.

Ma Hong sighed, and called the police anonymously. It would be safer to leave the job of identifying the bones to professionals.

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After forensic identification, the identities of the nine bones coincided with the identities of the nine people who disappeared in the extraordinary disappearance case seven years ago. This incident attracted the attention of some big figures in the city. Moved to the table and established a new investigation team.

Although these forms are like a pale stage play in Michael's eyes, after such a long time, it is almost impossible to make any new progress in the police station. .But it was enough, what he wanted was the matter itself.

A few days later, this news was indeed broadcast in the TV room in the Garden of Eden, as a negative teaching material to educate the criminals serving their sentences. Michael sat on the bench, Abel sat in the few rows in front of him, and the TV rolled The list of victims was played, and those colorful lights were reflected on his side face. He didn't seem to notice it, his hands were neatly placed on his knees, and the expression on his face was dark and unclear.

"It's really... a tragedy." Sitting on the steps, Michael said, looking at the back figure who was quietly watering the flowers with a water bottle after coming out of the screening room. "What do you think?"

Abel nodded while holding the kettle in his right hand, his attention seemed to be all on the flowers that hadn't bloomed yet. "What a tragedy."

"Do you think the prisoner will be arrested?" Michael changed his posture, resting his long legs under the steps, and looking at the sky with his hands behind his back. "It's so unfair that we're the only ones locked up here."

Abel was silent, as if he wanted to change a portable kettle, but stopped after thinking about it, turned around and put the kettle on the ground, took out a few pieces of paper folded into small squares from the inside of his clothes, and handed them to Michael : "What I promised you."

"Ah, thank you." Michael readily accepted and stuffed the drawing into his pocket.

"...Someone told me that my Bible is missing." Abel spoke suddenly, his voice erratic, as if it would be lost in the wind if he didn't listen carefully.

Abel looked up at Michael, with a bottomless emptiness in his eyes. "Do you know where it is?"

It was as if a barrier of silence had suddenly been opened, and the surroundings became quiet.

Michael looked back at him calmly and shook his head.

Abel lowered his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Is that so..."

Michael looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Is your ex-wife okay?"

Abel seemed to be back to normal all of a sudden, he smiled, still gentle: "Thank you for your concern, she seems... much better."

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T-bag looked at the boy in front of him who was struggling to stop him, and found that he was indeed a lot more haggard than when he left him. His round face was thinner, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eye circles were blue. Black, looks pitiful.

Joe seemed to have sneaked out of Bob's room. While observing the surrounding situation in fear, he almost tremblingly said to T-bag: "...help me."

T-bag rubbed his chin and stared at him with a smile. When he asked Joe to apply for a transfer, he kindly asked Don to help him arrange an elderly white man, but within a few days this beautiful boy took the initiative Lying in Bob's arms.

A white guy who wants to mix with niggers, T-bag doesn't know if he should be praised for his courage.

Joe approached a little closer, and carefully grabbed T-bag's pocket, just like he did at the beginning, his cheeks were wet with tears: "T-bag...please save me..."

"Well, then?" T-bag glanced at him casually, already thinking about how to lure his beauty into bed tonight. Although he had never succeeded, he always believed that this plan... The most important thing is to participate.

Joe seemed to have misunderstood him, bit his lip, and mustered up the courage to put a hand on the T-bag's strap.

T-bag finally turned his attention, but he pulled Joe's hand away, and took two steps back exaggeratedly: "Oh, don't touch your hands like this, baby, you know, my beauty has a clean freak, So T-bag must now live a healthy life of abstinence from two points and one line."

T-bag said to Joe with a serious face: "I think the persistence during this period of time is very fruitful. I guess I can show him a health certificate after a while... Hey, Joe, don't put Tears all over my pants, okay? The beauty will scold me..."

"...I'm really going to die..." Joe cried out, he opened his neckline, his fair skin was covered with scars, scalds and whip wounds overlapped ferociously, and there was a bright line The stab wound stretched from his waist to his chest, any deeper would have killed him directly. "Bob is really going to kill me... he really wants to kill me..."

T-bag finally stopped his bluffing performance. He looked at Joe's wound, his expression became indifferent, and he spoke steadily and clearly. "So what?"

Joe's tears still hung in his eyes, he raised his head tremblingly, and his hand on the T-bag pocket tightened: "What?"

T-bag stretched out his hand to caress Joe's smooth face, and rubbed his thumb nonchalantly on the corner of his bruised mouth a few times, his brown eyes were indifferent and frightening: "I said, so what? Where did you see that, Does this have anything to do with me?"

Joe's hand was still clutching the white everted pocket. "I...can do anything, can do anything...help me..."

T-bag just casually pulled the bag out of Joe's hand, and walked briskly away with his characteristic steps, as if Joe was just a completely insignificant episode.

Joe seemed to be drained of all his strength in an instant. He knelt down on the ground with a pale face. He buried his face in his knees and began to cry. He knew that no one could save him anymore.

"...?" I don't know how long it took, as if someone was talking beside him, Joe barely opened his red and swollen eyes, and saw someone smiling at him gently in his hazy vision.

The man had curly chestnut hair and wore elegant gold-rimmed glasses. He seemed to realize that Joe hadn't heard him clearly. He pointed to the wound on Joe's ankle and repeated gently: "Are you injured?"

Joe stared at him blankly. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like that.

The man's tone was very light, as if he was worried about scaring him: "May I take you to the infirmary?"

Joe looked blankly at the hand stretched out towards him, which was very close to him, but there was no sense of coercion.

The man in front of him was still smiling, the corners of his mouth were curved gently, and he didn't seem to be impatient at all.

Very gentle, no one has ever been so gentle to him.

When Joe was gently pulled up by the man, he realized in a trance that at some point, he had already nodded.