heaven bird

It was raining near the early morning, and the cool rainwater spread into a thin layer of water mist with the wind, which blurred everyone's sight, and the water droplets flowed down the cracks in the eaves, smashing a hole on the window sill. Strings of transparent flowers.

Michael lifted the quilt and couldn't help rubbing his sore and swollen temples. He looked very uncomfortable and his face was ugly. He struggled to get off the bed, walked unsteadily to the sink, and stretched out his hand to unscrew it. Faucet.

Water flowed out of the faucet, and Michael impatiently covered the water outlet in the center of the sink of the sink. After about half a basin of water accumulated, he tightened the faucet, and then directly buried his head in the water.

"call--"

It was almost half a minute before Michael raised his head from the water, ignoring the drops of water all over his face, resting his hands on both sides of the sink and closing his eyes to recover.

But when he opened his eyes, he found a few wisps of red slowly blooming in the center of the pool.

Michael looked in the mirror and saw that the pale and miserable man in the mirror had another nosebleed.

Michael looked at it for a few seconds as if he didn't react, and then wiped it off with the back of his hand. After a while, blood gushed out of his nasal cavity again, and he wiped it many times before it stopped.

The thunder that could not tell the distance from near and near roared loudly.

Michael closed his eyes and leaned his head against the mirror in front of him, quietly feeling the cold temperature permeating from the mirror, as if he had emptied his entire emotions.

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<dinner time>

Michael and T-bag were sitting at the same table, T-bag seemed to have completely forgotten their conversation last night, and continued to make dirty jokes, without any intention of withdrawing from the jailbreak plan.

Gray Rabbit Kevin approached them with a plate, and seemed to want to continue to sit next to Michael, but was startled by T-bag's fierce eyes, and fled aggrieved.

Berger didn't come to join in the fun this time, and sat alone several tables away from them with a gloomy face.

Michael's gaze turned around Caesar who was not far away without leaving a trace. Caesar was surrounded by a group of middlemen, eating and laughing with the people around him.

Michael frowned sensitively, he had already made a judgment in his heart, and lowered his voice to T-bag: "...Abel didn't go to Caesar."

Caesar's expression is too normal, even if he has always been a superb actor, it's impossible for him not to show his flaws like this.

Michael guessed that Abel had discovered something, but instead of confronting himself head-on, he chose to dismantle the whole plan at its root--they couldn't have avoided the prison guards without the noise of a riot. It is difficult to pry open the wooden boards, let alone reach the roof smoothly.

Abel was still sitting in the corner of the cafeteria with his face motionless, and his posture was so elegant that he could almost compete with Michael when he was eating.

The black boss Bob pushed open the door of the cafeteria and walked in, with a conspicuous bandage wrapped around his neck, which formed a strong contrast with his skin color, and several white people laughed softly.

Michael knew that Bob wanted to start a war more than Caesar. He was very proud of himself, and he was very upset to see the middlemen. He was not satisfied with being the leader of the blacks, he also wanted to be the leader of the entire Garden of Eden.

Michael intends to attack him directly. Although this will focus the war on himself, if he misses this opportunity, it will be difficult for him to find another one. But when Michael was about to get up, T-bag beside him suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Michael looked down at him, and T-bag stared at Bob strangely: "Pretty, don't be so impatient, there is something wrong with that nigger."

Michael sat down again, and also looked at Bob, and then tightened his hands on the table. He didn't notice that even Abel, who was sitting in the corner, changed slightly.

Bob's eye sockets are exaggeratedly sunken, his eyes are very hollow, and his lips are frighteningly white.

Exactly the same state as Joe -- and the prisoner in Fox River.

Berger was the first person to notice besides them. He stood up abruptly, the contents of the dinner plate splashed all over him, and then fell to the floor with a bang, and most of the people in the cafeteria focused their attention on him. body.

A man in the middle of the table next to him taunted him with the words: "Hi, Berger, do you need to find a mother to teach you how to eat?"

The rest of the people roared with laughter, but soon the laughter stopped abruptly, and the last expression on the face of the middle man who spoke stayed between a smile and horror, which looked extremely weird.

He fell limply to the ground, his neck in a twisted and fractured state—it was broken abruptly.

And the person who cut off his neck with one hand was Bob who was still wrapped in bandages.

Everyone seemed to be shocked by Bob's sudden brutality for a moment, and they were silent for a few seconds, and then Caesar and the middleman sitting in that area all lifted the table and stood up.

The black people also took out their murder weapons and stood up, and the rest of the white people were very happy to watch the excitement, and some people began to applaud.

The scene quickly became chaotic. It seemed that there was no way to finish the dinner. Michael glanced at Bob and stood up taking advantage of the chaos.

"What the hell..." Several prison guards guarding the cafeteria yelled for them to stop, but the emotionally charged people from both parties paid no attention to it. A prison guard took out a gun that was smuggled into the prison and fired a few shots at the ceiling, which made them even more incited. The bloodthirsty emotions of those people were suppressed.

There are many people who want to take revenge while taking advantage of the chaos. Among the black people, there are many people who dislike T-bags. By the way, there are also many people who dislike "Asa". The two of them almost want to rush to the cafeteria door It was surrounded in an instant.

"Surprise" T-bag spread his hands and smirked, and the opponent punched him in the face, T-bag shouted exaggeratedly while dodging: "Hey, wait a minute, buddy, wait a minute, look, even if Even a death row prisoner should have a last word, right? I said..."

Of course T-bag didn’t go on talking, he directly raised the stainless steel dinner plate and hit the man on the head, then took out a knife from his pocket and pierced the man’s thigh. Cheerfully added the second half of the sentence: "I want to say, I love stainless steel!"

After finishing a T-bag, he still has time to turn his head to care about his beauty, blowing a kiss to the other's back and avoiding another person's attack.

Berg, standing next to Michael, was deeply apologizing inwardly for having underestimated this handsome young man in the past, at least after watching one of the black men be lured back into position and then precisely dropped off. After the light tube hit his head, he secretly gave up the idea of ​​fighting with the other party in the future. He didn't want to fight against someone who could still calculate step by step during the fight.

Michael is good at calculating, and T-bag is good at raiding. For a long time in the past, even if they cooperated, they were busy pulling each other's legs. T-bag never found that they could be a very good team. If they are not in prison, maybe they can consider forming a group to make a living in the black market.

Seeing that Michael's prison uniform was wet with sweat, those attractive muscle lines were looming under the thin clothing, although the timing was not right, T-bag still whistled to him: "Wow, Beauty~"

Then he successfully received a blank stare from the beauty.

Kevin kept ducking and hiding under the table. No one noticed him, and he was the first to reach the door of the cafeteria successfully.

Abel didn't know when he stood beside him, but he stretched out his hand and opened the door of the cafeteria without waiting for the rest of the escape team.

A hand was pressed on his left arm that opened the door, and the slightly gasping voice of the green-eyed young man sounded in his ears: "Good evening, Abel, why don't you wait for your dear teammates?"

Abel retracted his arms quickly, and looked up at Michael, his eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed with indescribable emotions.

Michael glanced at Abel's left arm inadvertently, smiled softly, and opened the door for him.

T-bag sneered against the wall: "Ladyfirst. (Lady first.)"

Abel walked out in silence, and Kevin wanted to go out too, but was thrown to the end of the line by T-bag's collar, but Berg pushed him to the front of him with a dark face, as if he wanted to leave Abel. Bern can be as far away as possible.

T-bag looked back at the chaotic cafeteria. Bob was being pressed down by three or four yellow-skinned people. His body had already been scratched with sharp weapons, but it still didn't stop him from struggling vigorously. His eyes rolled white. , and let out a beast-like roar, which seemed to be far from human beings.

"Nite, Nite. (Good night.)" T-bag showed a nasty smile, and thoughtfully closed the door of the cafeteria for them.

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Berg, who was the first to climb upstairs with an anxious face, tripped over something. When he lowered his head, he found that the thing had a messy head of white hair.

Neil stroked his hair and stood up. He actually listened to Michael very obediently. He squatted at the door of his room for several days without going anywhere. He has always been a non-staff figure in the prison. His eccentricity is obvious, and his mental state also made the prison guards relax their vigilance against him, and no prison guard would care about him if he didn't go to eat.

The curtain of Neil’s room was pulled down, T-bag stood outside to let the wind out, and Berg immediately took out the tools hidden on his body and began to pry open the wooden board, always focusing on the place other than Abel, Kevin Even if I stood on the bed frame, I couldn't reach the ceiling, so I could only pass tools aside.

Neil was very excited when he saw the hole exposed after lifting the wooden board, and shouted loudly: "Get out! Get out!"

"Be quiet, Neil." Berger glared at him fiercely. He really didn't want Neil to disturb the escape plan. Now he wished he could spread his wings and get out of here, leaving him a second earlier. This man named Abel.

Berger suggested that Neil should not be allowed to join. After all, it is impossible for a lunatic to reveal their whereabouts, and he only needs to contribute his single room, but Michael refused to involve Neil in the riot and insisted that he stay Wait for them to come over in your own room.

Michael had to keep holding Neil's hand to stop him from running over to make trouble when he wasn't looking, and Berg rolled his eyes, thinking he'd leave Neil in the restaurant and get beat up (a beat up was more likely ) Yes, it's a good choice, at least it's better than yelling and calling the guards over now.

"Completed." Berger pried off the last nail, completely uncovered the board and threw it on the bed.

Michael opened the curtain with one hand, and T-bag was leaning against the wall, chewing gum, with a leisurely posture as if he was about to go on a picnic—Michael consciously chose to ask him to let the air go, but he still didn't leave.

Michael clicked his tongue in his heart, and said, "Come in, it's done."